romeo & juliet {xiaojun} ➳ book 1

five

(Y/n) woke up pissed.

School started today.

She did NOT want to get up, no absolutely not.

The note she found made her smile she won't lie about that. But after that day she hasn't seen YangYang or Xiaojun at all.

Not at the skatepark or even while walking around. But today she was determined to see one of them at least.

Before she can get up, there is a knock on her window.

"What.. the fuck?"

She slowly gets up and opens her curtains.

"Mark?"

"Hey there."

He climbs into her room and smiles at her.

"Why are you at my window at 6 in the morning?" (Y/n) asks as she slowly climbs back into her bed covering herself with the covers.

"This is exactly why I'm here! Get up! We can't be late. It's senior year for heavens sake!"

"Mark, Mark , Sweet little mork. When was I ever on time to school?"

" Never. But I plan to change that this year."

She groans and covers her face even more. Mark walks over and pulls them off.

"Out of bed! Now!"

"No!"

They fight over the covers, laughing.  (Y/n) accidentally pulls a little too hard and ends up pulling Mark with the blanket.

It's a blushing mess. Mark fell on top of the girl. He quickly gets up and apologizes.

"It's fine... my fault." Putting her hands up in surrender she gets up and goes to her closet.

"So if you want to try out this being at school on time thing I'm going to need you to leave my room so I can change."

"Oh! Okay.."

Mark leaves through the door this time and goes to wait downstairs.

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They walk to school. Quiet and slow paced.

Nothing was said but there was small talk. Very small talk.

"So, Taeyong told me about how he found you the other day.."

"He did what-"

"Before you get pissed, he only told me. No one else knows. Taeyong just wanted me to look out for you is all." Mark throws his hands up looking her in the eyes, innocently.

"I can take care of myself." (Y/n) says nudging Marks shoulder and walking faster to the school doors. Mark sighs and follows her behind.

(Y/n) heads straight to her locker not second glancing at anyone. She hates everyone here. All fake and snobby girls, rude jocks. She hated it all. She prefers to hang with the dorks.

She slams her locker open and throws her books into it. Today, she was rocking her black converse , black crop top , and green plaid pants.