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It's been exactly twenty four hours since I've sat in Jimin's car. Empty boxes of pop tarts were thrown in the back seat as Jimin sped down the endless road. I reached towards the radio, turning up the volume as one of my favorite songs, Come on Eileen, played [you should actually play the song lmao]

I closed my eyes, letting my arm hang outside the window as I tapped my hand against the door. I got a call from Brooke and Hoseok a couple minutes ago, telling us to come to the diner they were at. I'm closer to Jimin than I've ever been before. We've really gotten to become close friends—the kind that push each others buttons.

"Stop singing—you sound like a dying horse." Jimin turned to me.

"How rude." I flipped my hair, acting as if I were offended. "What other cassettes do you have in here?" I asked, rummaging through the car's compartments.

"My mom gave me her cassette from a couple years back—Madonna and shit like that."

"This is my fucking song!" I nearly jumped out of my seat, as I reached over to raise the volume. "Just a small town girl—living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere."

"Just a city boy." I playfully turned to Jimin, singing my heart out to him. "Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York—"

Jimin broke into laughter, shaking his head from embarrassment.

"He took the midnight train going any—

"Ah—you made me miss the exit." He cursed to himself while I continued to balance laughing and singing at the same time.

Jimin glared at me— with a look that could kill. I smiled, shrugging my shoulders as I handed him a map. "Use this."

He slapped the map out of my hand, before taking a sharp right turn. I widened my eyes, slowly facing him.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Maybe." He shrugged his shoulders, smirking a little.

"Haven't you been to this diner before?"

"Jungkook usually drives there, but you know—he's being a dipshit right now."

"I didn't mean for that to happen." I pursed my lips together, feeling guilty. "I ruined your friendship with him."

"Nah, this always happens." Jimin calmly brushed it off. "We always have arguments like this."

"That wasn't really an argument though. . . It was more of a fist fight."

"Same thing."

I was ready to speak when the bright blue diner sign caught my attention. After endless minutes of taking turn after turns, we're finally here. The parking lot was packed—it was nearly impossible to find a good spot, but we eventually ended up somewhere in the back of the lot. This is where all the "cool" kids at school went. It was the it place for Jimin and the rest of his stooges. Jimin turned to me as I removed my seatbelt. "You've never been here before, have you?"

"Not really." I shrugged my shoulders. "I remember Brooke trying to invite me a million times though."

"Shit usually goes down at this place, but I think we'll be fine." He casually said, slamming his door shut.

Jimin smirked as he saw my widened eyes, roughly putting his arm around my shoulder. "There's nothing to be scared about."

Can this guy get any more confusing. He literally just told me fights break out here all the time—then he cheekily brings his arm around me, making fun of me for worrying . . .

We walked towards the door and I was stupid enough to think he'd actually hold the door open for me, wincing as it slam into my shoulder. I almost forgot, this kid has no manners.

"Jimin and Rae—?"

I hid my red face as Yoongi, one of my close friends came towards us. I knew he'd tease me about this for the rest of my life.

"I haven't seen you in so long brother!" Yoongi gave Jimin the most complicated handshake, pushing up his slipping glasses.

"How have you been Suga?—do people even still call you that?" Jimin said into the table seat, as I sat next to him.

"I go by Suga daddy now." He leaned back in his chair, raising his brows up and down.

"Alright then . . ." Jimin looked towards the main counter. "Where's Hoseok and his bitc—

"Nice to see you too." Brooke brought her arms around Jimin, playfully kissing his cheek.

"Hey—" Hoseok warned her. "I saw that."

"I know." She giggled, reaching over to give me a hug. "You look gorgeous today."

"That's all you." I nudged her shoulder. "Hey, come with me to the jukebox." I whispered, dragging Brooke by her wrist.

"So Yoongi—

"It's Suga daddy." Yoongi pointed out, correcting Hoseok before he continued.

"There's no way in hell I'm calling you that." Hoseok spoke through his teeth. "Order us some drinks."

"What am I—? Your damn servant?" Yoongi hissed, playing with the gold around his neck. "You see this chain?" He leaned forward. "It's three—

"Hi boys." A female voice cut him off.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes as he slowly looked to his side. "No one wants your std's Heather."

Jimin spit his drink onto the table, while Hoseok hid his burning red cheeks. She glared at them both, taking a seat next to Jimin.

"I've heard you moved on?" She gave him a fake smile.

"I heard you haven't found better sex since you've dumped me?"

"Uh, Jimin . . ." Heather lowered her brows. "You dumped me."

"Oh." Jimin scratched his head. "That's a good thing too."

"You're so funny." She sarcastically laughed.

"Why the fuck are you even here?" Jimin faced her, making the other two laugh.

"I'm on a date you dick head."

"Oh really?" He smirked. "—with who?"

"Hey guys. . ." Jungkook pretended to be extra enthusiastic as he sat beside Yoongi and Hoseok.

"You little bastard—you're dating my ex?" Jimin stood up, while Hoseok pulled him down.

"I thought you wouldn't mind, since you know, you're taken." Jungkook raise his brows as he read over the menu.

"I'm not tak—

Hoseok gave Jimin a warning look, stopping him from speaking. As I walked over, I could've sworn I saw someone in my seat.

"Hi girls." Heather stood up, giving me genuine smile.

Brooke briefly glared at her before sitting next her boyfriend. Heather was the one that told Jimin to break up with Brooke and humiliate her in front of everyone. I remember her coming to my house, drowning in tears.

"Brooke." She tried calling her name, but was ignored. "Listen, I'm not the same bitch I was two years ago."

"You still seem like it." Brooke grabbed a fry, throwing it into her mouth.

"I just want us to be friends again." Heather softly smiled. "Give me one more chance."

Brooke glanced at her and then Jimin—briefly remembering the day he ruined her life. If there was anyone she could never forgive, it was Heather and Jimin.

"Please." Heather laid a hand on her shoulder. "I won't do the same mistakes I made in the past."

I awkwardly stood to the side, waiting to get my seat back. Jimin noticed and shoved the blonde out the way. I cupped my hands over my mouth, waiting for her date to do something. Jungkook soon noticed her on the floor, rushing to pick her up with a mouth full of fries.

"Did you fucking fall?" Jungkook asked in a muffled voice, trying to finish the food in his mouth.

"Jimin pushed me." Heather scoffed, moving the strands of hair from her face.

Jungkook choked on a fry as he laughed, trying to cover it up by coughing. Brooke pursed her lips together, trying to keep herself from smiling.

"Are you alright?" I asked, feeling kind of sorry that everyone was laughing.

"Y—yeah." Heather seemed surprised as she looked up, not expecting me to ask her that.

"Thanks." She half-smiled, as I did back.

Heather actually felt guilty for all the bad things she said earlier. For some reason, she thought this 'new girl' would be one of those snobby rich whores. She wasn't expecting someone so genuine.

"Sit—sit." Yoongi insisted. "We have room for everyone."

I sat next to Jimin as she sat beside Jungkook—the pig stuffing cheese fries in his mouth.

"We're ready to order!" Hoseok called out, making sure the waitress heard him over the loud voices.

"What can I get for you hun?" The older woman asked—pen in hand.

"Two plates of nachos with jalapeños, seven cheeseburgers, one more plate of cheese fries, three strawberry sundae's, two vanilla milkshakes, and two ice cream soda's."

"Is that all?" She raised a brow.

"a double BLT, if that won't trouble you." Hoseok tried to smile.

"Sure." The waitress chuckled as she walked behind the counter.

"So Jungkook—how long are you suspended for again?" Brooke rested her elbows on the table.

"One week." He mumbled, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Hoseok and Yoongi silently laughed as they looked over at Jimin.

"what—?" Brooke smiled, catching the virus from the other two.

"Jimin's suspended for three weeks." I informed her, looking over at his straight face.

"Why?" Heather asked, leaning over to see his face,

"Cause I hit him first." Jimin muttered.

"You win in my heart." Jungkook reached over the table to harshly pat Jimin's back. Their conversation faded and soon it was just the four boys trying to speak all at once.

My body slightly shivered as I felt a hand on my thigh. I quickly looked over at Jimin—he was focused on the conversation. I'm not entirely sure whether I should say something or if I should just act normal like he was.

"So tell me girls—" Heather leaned towards Brooke and I as we had our own conversation. "Did you buy any dresses for the dance?"

"I would've bought mine, but I'm waiting for this shit head to ask me." Brooke mumbled as she nodded her head to Hoseok.

"Men are always lazy." I playfully nudged her shoulder. "He'll ask soon."

"What about you miss Rae?" Heather rested her chin on her hands.

"Yeah, I'm good to be honest." I dropped a fry into my mouth. "Food is my date."

I almost choked as Jimin's hand squeezed my thigh.

"You okay?" Brooke gave me a weird look.

"Yeah." I smiled, quickly glancing underneath the table.

Jimin couldn't help but smirk, slowly brushing his hand further up my leg. The cold touch of his rings and the warmth of his hand worked together to make me feel utterly helpless. I waited until the two girls continued talking, when I smack his hand from under the table. Jimin's hand caught onto my wrist before I could pull away.

He moved my hand into his lap and my eyes widened as I felt something I wasn't supposed to be feeling. I jerked my hand back, loudly slamming it against the table. Everyone stopped talking and turned to face me. I gave them a weak smile, rubbing my elbow before I reached to pick up the fallen silverware.

"I'll get that for you." Jimin gave me a devious smile as he bent over to grab the fork and knife.

When he finally reached the silverware—I stomped on his hand, making sure I left a checkered print on his skin. Jimin silently winced in pain as he pressed his hand against his chest.

"Did a spider bite you?" Yoongi joked.

"If only. . ." I sighed, throwing a balled up napkin to the side.

Jimin glared at me, ready to say something back, when Hoseok nearly jumped out of his seat. "I think she's walking over to our table."

We all looked over our shoulders, watching as the waitress wheeled the delicious looking food on a cart. She stopped right beside our table, about to read off the orders—when ten hands reached towards the tray, leaving nothing behind.

The woman raised her brows, sighing as she grabbed onto the cart. "Enjoy your meal."

I smiled as Heather handed me a tall glass of ice cream soda. The boys all looked at each other before reaching for the small plate of fries at once, laughing as Yoongi's shirt was now covered in cheese.

"Don't you da—

Brooke smeared cheese onto my cheek, hysterically laughing as she laid on Hoseok's shoulder. I jokingly crossed my arms as I noticed Jimin laughing.

"So you think it's funny, huh?" I stood up, reaching for the cheese.

"Do it—do it—do it!" They all loudly chanted, holding Jimin still so he couldn't hide.

"This painting just isn't suiting me." I tilted my head to the side as I looked at his face. "I think it needs a bit more yellow—what do you guys think?"

"Yeah!—fuck it, do the whole thing!" Jungkook yelled as he stood in his seat, causing some of the older folks to stare.

I giggled as I smeared the melted cheese on both his cheeks, pretending as if I were painting on an actual canvas. "voilà!"

Jimin used his finger to wipe some of the cheese off his face. "You'll pay for that princess."

"I'm sure I will." I beamed a smile, grabbing the bottle in front of me. "Cheers to whoever is paying, you're such a good soul!"

"Cheers." They raised their cups and bottles.

"Wait. . ." Brooke narrowed her eyes. "Who is paying?"

Jimin looked at his empty pockets, as everyone else did. "Last one to finish their burger pays."

Everyone jumped forward, knocking down cups and bottles as we reached for a burger. That night was one to remember. For once in my life, I actually felt like I belonged somewhere. Everyone was getting along and there were no fights like Jimin predicted. We all just laughed with each other, and acted how high schoolers should act. After all it's the eighties, what could possibly go wrong?