How You Love To Hate me

CHAPTER 37

"-Lisa?" There's a single tear running down her cheek.

She turns away from me wiping the tear with the palm of her hand. "You need to go practice? Then go." She grabs her bag heading out, and I don't know what makes me do it, but I grab her wrist pulling her back.

"What are you doing? Get off me."

This was the last straw for both of us, and one of us would have to fix it one way or another.
Her eyes meet mine for a split second, "Look I'm sorry okay? I shouldn't have said that. I just got angry for no reason-"

"I don't care. It's normal, everyone thinks of me like that, so why can't you?" She pulls away, and I can tell by her tone she's hurt. There's a silence, in which she holds eye contact with me.
"Do you think I'm a slut like everyone else?"

I try to open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out because of how blunt the question was. I watch as she tries to read my face, and the longer I stay quiet her expression turns into something more than hurt. She was expecting me to say 'no', or something at least.
"Lisa-"
She looks down, eyes wavering, her face almost expressionless. She tries to smile, but instead, her eyes start watering. And without saying anything, she leaves the class.
And I've already fucked up too many times to just leave this alone.

***

The hallways are completely empty by now, and Lisa's walking away, hands lifting towards her face as she fights back tears. And the moment I call her name she starts walking faster.
I walk after her grabbing her by the wrist as she turns around.

"Jungkook get off me."

"Lisa come on-" Her phone starts ringing, and she picks it up ignoring me.
"What?"

"Are you still in detention?"

"No, I'm coming back now, why?"

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"Can you stay at school, or go over to someone's?"

"What?"

"Just for a bit." Lisa doesn't say anything, merely just staring at her phone as if she wants to throw it and I can't tell if she's angry or upset. She's been distancing herself from practically everyone lately, so I know she has nowhere to go, but despite both of us knowing this, she still walks forward.

"Lisa."

"Just fuck off." Her voice is quiet this time, slowly losing the will to fight.
I look to the side, biting my lips to stop myself from shouting at her, and I know I don't have any reason to be angry at her but she's being too fucking stubborn to help either of us. She's struggling and despite this, she doesn't want anyone to help her. She wants to deal with everything on her own.
And as I do, I see Mr. Jung through the classroom window, going through some papers with a weird sort of smile on his face. And it was pretty obvious that he was watching us only a second ago. He wanted us to makeup and I realize this was pretty much the only chance I had.
Something about  Lisa being so unconcerned about our friendship, and not giving two shits about what happened to us pissed me off.