Drug Love [Completed]

CH. 11

The next morning I wore my battle clothes, which consisted of an all-black outfit with a low-necked tank top, a skirt, and a pair of bovver boots. Feeling powerful and confident I bought myself a cup of coffee and a hot chocolate for the artist boy, entering class right on time. But before I could go to my seat, Bora and her two clones stopped right in front of me, checking me up and down. I thought that in college people would develop their own personality and shit. Guess I was wrong.

“Y/n!” she smiled at me way too friendly, “Girl, I love what you’re wearing! How can you always be on point?” 

“What do you want, Bora?” I shifted my weight with a blank expression, waiting.

“Well, I notice that you’re doing this project with Kim Taehyung, and I just wanted to be clear and say that we’re a thing y’know?” she wrapped a lock of hair in her fingers, looking around, “Just giving you the heads up so you don’t get all smitten over him. It may be hard, but give an effort, will ya?” 

I rolled my eyes and tried to walk past her but she stopped me placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Y/n,” she scoffed, “I thought we were friends” 

Oh yeah! Because I love being friends with someone who decided to intimidate me on the first of class by saying that I had four boyfriends, thinking that somehow I would bend my head and do whatever she wanted. But guess what? This isn’t high school anymore, bitch. 

“First, take your hands off me.” I stared at her confrontationally, “Second, I do whatever I want. And just so you know, Taehyung doesn't seem very interested in you,”

 I turned my back but was able to hear her under her breath.“You’ll regret this” 

Of course, I wouldn’t let that slide. So I walked towards her again, getting close and whispering in her ear.

“Touch me and you’ll see if my four boyfriends won’t come after your skinny ass,” with a sneaky smile I winked at her and turned on my heels. I guess I’m spending too much time with Joon.

When I reached our seat, Taehyung was sleeping on top of the table. I placed his cup next to him and sat down. The movement made him open his eyes, and he got up, obtaining a sigh from me.

“W-what happened to you?” he had a big purple bruise around one eye that looked recent, “Why do you have a black eye? Who hit you?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just a misunderstanding back home,” I raised an eyebrow but before I could protest he pointed at the hot chocolate with slightly pink cheeks, “Is that for me?”

“Yeah. I remembered you don’t like coffee so…” he took the lid off the container and smelled the hot beverage with a satisfied grin that made me smile too.

“Thank you,” he said with a smile.

“No problem. So, do you smoke weed?” he almost choked before looking at me in complete shock with my direct question.

“What?”

“That green leaf that people love. Do you like it? I saw you at Korain’s party, and you said you’ve been there before so I’m curious,” what a lame excuse. He looked away before answering.

“Not really. Do you?”

“Sometimes. Usually when I’m stressed,” he nodded and took a sip from his chocolate.

“Do you know anyone who sells?” I asked.

“Not really. I know a guy who sells Adderall. I can see if he has that if you want,” Adderall, our sales champion. It’s funny how people don’t think it’s illegal to buy it.