Ms. Kim wants me!

CHAPTER 7

(WARNING
ATTEMPTED RAPE IS IN THIS CHAPTER!)

Lisa POV

I was walking to school, and it felt like everyone's eyes were on me. Whispers followed me through the hallways, but I ignored them, keeping my head down and walking straight to class.

When I finally sat down in my English class, I realized I was the only one actually focused on the work. Pens tapped, papers rustled, but no one else seemed to care.

"Okay, class! We're going to stop here since we have five minutes left until the bell rings," my teacher announced, and just like that, everyone packed up.

As soon as school ended, I stepped outside. The air was cold, brushing against my skin.

I had only made it halfway across the courtyard when suddenly, I was shoved hard into the wall. My shoulder hit first, pain shooting through me.

"W-what the—" I tried to move, but a hand clamped around my wrist, trapping me.

"You know," a low voice slurred near my ear, the scent of alcohol burning my nose, "I never noticed how pretty you are. Maybe I can make you feel good."

I froze. Slowly, I looked up and my heart dropped.

Jungkook.

Of course it was him. Popular Jungkook, the football captain, the golden boy, the one everyone adored.

But right now, all I saw was a monster.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted, pushing at his chest.

"No. I want you," he muttered before pressing his lips against my neck. His weight pinned me, his grip too strong.

I pushed again, but it was useless. Tears blurred my vision. Panic clawed at my chest as his hand reached down, fumbling with the button of my pants.

"Stop! Please!" I sobbed, twisting desperately, but he didn't stop. He wouldn't stop.

"SHE SAID NO! LET HER GO!" The shout boomed like thunder.

Before I could even react, Jungkook was yanked off me and shoved to the ground.

I gasped, trembling, and when I looked up, I saw her.

Jennie.

Her expression was fierce, her eyes blazing with fury as she punched Jungkook square in the jaw. He stumbled, groaning in pain, but she didn't hesitate to hit him again.

My lips parted in shock. Jennie, my cold, intimidating boss, was protecting me.

She glanced at me briefly, her expression softening for a moment, then she grabbed my arm firmly.

"Come on," she said sharply, pulling me toward her car. Her grip was tight, protective, almost desperate.

Within seconds, we were inside, and she slammed the door shut before speeding away.

I sat in the passenger seat, still shaking.

"Are you okay, Lili?" she asked, her voice finally cracking with worry.

"Y-yes," I whispered weakly. My eyes dropped to her hand gripping the steering wheel. It was red, swollen, and bloody.

"Y-your hand," I gasped.

"It's fine," she whispered, brushing it off.

But it wasn't fine.