~Three~

Next day at school, Bella was walking around with Chanyeol. The bell didn't ring yet as they walked discussing some evil plans. Bella didn't listen to most of them.

"So, I'll bring a bucket full of frogs tomorrow morning to put in Ms. Kang's classroom. That shit is gonna be hilarious," he laughed and then noticed Bella didn't reply. "Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"You haven't been talking since you came! You only said hi. What's up?" He asked concerned.

"Oh um," Bell suddenly rang to get to class. "Would you look at that? Just in time."

She was about to leave but Chanyeol grabbed her arm making her face him.

"You can't lie to me. There is something wrong or something you don't want to say," Bella didn't even look up.

"Yeah, you are right. There is. I just don't have the force to tell you or anyone. I'll see you later," she said and walked to class.

"Ms. Kim! You are late! Where is your tardy pass?" The strict teacher, Ms. Kang said right when Bella came in.

"I'm not late. The bell didn't ring yet," as soon as Bella finished the sentence the bell rang. "There it is."

"Just come in and sit down!" The teacher said and Bella did as told. She thought. It wasn't a bad idea to fill up the class with frogs. She chuckled thinking about her teacher's reaction. She hated her bad and the teacher hated Bella as well.

"Wake up little girl. Don't stay daydreaming that much," Bella heard someone say. She looked to her right and saw the owner of that voice. The only person who called her little girl.

"Fuck you Jackson!" She said and he chuckled a bit. Jackson was her other best friend, that she dated once.

"So, hows life? I heard you got your eye on that nerd kid," he said making her notice it was Jimin. Bella suddenly widen her eyes shocked.

"Who said that? I-I don't even, no, the fuck, why would I? Eww," she suddenly blurted out.

"Come on little girl," he said. "Everyone is thinking that because they caught you 'staring' at him yesterday in another class."

"Wait what?! Me staring at him? Excuse—"

"Ms. Kim please lower your voice or detention!" The teacher said and that's when she noticed she was almost screaming.

"The fuck," she whispered. "I wasn't."

"Come on! You can lie to Chan but not to me," he chuckled. "I know you."

"Look, please. I need you to tell everyone that I do not like anyone in this school. Please do me that favor."

"Fine fine. I will. Only for this little girl," he said poking her nose. "Are you mad at Chan?"

"No. Not really. It's just I don't want to tell him a few things and he just seems to still like me. It's just a lot."

"Okay then."

"Mr. Wang and Ms. Kim! Detention for talking," the teacher yelled already having enough from them two.

"Come on! Ms. Kang! It's not our fault your class is boring!" Bella complained with her arms crossed. Everyone turned to face her and she chuckled.

"Looks like I will have to move you to a different classroom. Come with me," the teacher said heading outside. Bella sighed and packed her things.

"I'll see you later, Jackson," she waved and left with the teacher. The teacher walked over to the first floor with Bella and knocked on a classroom door. It was Mr. Lee's class, dance. Bella took that class at the end of the day. She loved it. He opened up the door and smiled.

"Hey Mr. Lee," Bella smiled and bowed.

"Come on. Don't try and act innocent now. Mr. Lee can she stay here until next period? She's not behaving in my class," the teacher said looking at him like if Bella stayed in her class she was going to die.

"Well, sure. Come in Bella," he opened the door for her and she went inside. When Ms. Kang left Mr. Lee sighed.

"Bella. Bella. Bella. Why do you misbehave in her class that much?" He asked with his arms crossed. "You behave perfectly fine here and have an A in conduct and in general but in other classes not that much. Go sit on the bench."

He signaled and she went there.

She looked around and noticed she knew everyone there, and everyone there knew her. The dance teacher always taught group by group and right now the group that was there were Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung.

All of them in a big classroom. Only three. There was the cute guy that Bella always saw. She didn't know he could dance at all since everyone said he was only into books.

His blonde hair was so soft and his neck was full of sweat and it looked hot. He wasn't wearing the school uniform. None of them were. They were most wearing sweatpants and loose sweaty shirts. They must've been dancing already this early.

"So Bella. Do your homework or something. I don't know what else you could do. I'll be a little busy teaching the boys," Mr. Lee said and she nod.

Mr. Lee was young in his late 20's and very nice. Bella was his favorite student because she was funny and amazing at dance that's why he was so nice to her. She just sat there and used her phone texting her friends. In front of her, the boys were practicing a dance.

She looked up a couple of times and looked at how amazing Jimin was dancing. He really did know how to dance. Just when he was dancing, Bella was dying inside. She didn't know that dancing could attract a girl this way.

Every time a new move came up he did it so easily. It's like he was born to dance. Even his moves made Bella distract herself from her phone. Even when he started moving his sweaty hair back, or his head back exposing his shiny, smooth neck.

This really was her type of guy. That's when she snapped back to her mind and focused on her phone remembering what Jackson told her.

"Come on little girl. Everyone is thinking that because they caught you 'staring' at him yesterday"

She didn't want anyone thinking that so she stopped her 'staring' at the handsome guy and focused on her phone.

When the bell rang the boys started to leave. Jimin felt like he had failed somehow. Once Bella came inside that room he knew he had to work a hundred times harder than a normal day. Even if she wouldn't watch him dancing, she might take a glance at him. He left the classroom smiling knowing how strong his love for Bella had become.

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