"Punk…"
I muttered under my breath.
Why is he making me feel like this?
I hate him.
…But I like him too.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!" I held my head.
"Damn you, Min Yoongi…"
I took a deep breath and stared at the door.
The whole place was quiet.
Too quiet.
Only our breathing could be heard.
He was quiet too.
Standing by the window like nothing was wrong.
But I could feel it.
The atmosphere.
That strange tension between us.
And right now?
I just wanted to get the hell out of here!!
I grabbed my phone.
Maybe I should call someone…
My finger stopped on a name.
Jimin.
I paused.
Do I have the right to let him save me?
After everything?
After… what I did?
"Jeez…" I whispered, lowering my phone.
Then suddenly
BOOM.
My stomach dropped.
"Oh no…"
Not now.
PLEASE not now.
I pressed my lips tight.
I need to use the bathroom.
Like… right now.
I slowly turned to look at him.
He was still at the window.
Not looking at me.
Relax.
Maybe I can do this quietly…
Before he could turn
I rushed to the back and opened a random locker.
Click.
I froze.
My eyes quickly moved to him.
Still not turning.
"Is he pretending or what…?" I frowned.
I reached inside a unknown locker and grabbed something.
A long pencil case.
"This will work…" I whispered.
My heart was beating fast.
Hands shaking.
I kept looking at him.
Still nothing.
"I know I'm making noise… he should notice…" I muttered.
"He's not that dumb… right??"
I quickly turned my back.
About to pull my skirt
Almost....
"What are you doing with my pencil case?"
I froze.
My whole body went stiff.
Slowly…
I turned.
He was staring at me.
Arms folded.
One eyebrow raised.
Shit.
"Y-your… your what?" I stuttered.
He stepped closer.
"My pencil case."
His eyes dropped to my hands.
Then back to my face.
"Why do you look like you're about to do something illegal?" he asked calmly.
"I'm not!!" I said too fast.
He tilted his head.
"Then explain."
My heart was racing.
My face was already hot.