Broken Mirrors [IN PROGRESS]

7

A couple of days later

I walk to my next class during passing period as I was done visiting my locker. 

Suddenly someone was yelling my name after me.

"Y/N!!" The voice screams as everyone rushes to their classes at the sound of the bell. 

I look behind me to see Namjoon with his green sweater and gray pants.

Great, I'm late now.

"Oh hey, Namjoon," I say to him as I observe him bending down out of breathe, his hands on his knees. 

Lately, Namjoon, Imani, and I have been talking at lunch. (But it was mostly just Imani and Namjoon just flirting and me being the third wheel.)

We haven't really talked privately since he texted me that day.

"Hey, do you want to study after school at a cafe or something?" He says it so fast that it was barely comprehensible.

"What?" I look at him confused. 

He looks around to make sure that no one is listening and stands closer to me.

"I need you to come to me after school so we can talk about it."

I then remember what he said a couple of days before.

"Oh, that?"

How do I tell him that I'm not interested at all?

I've been thinking about it ever since he told me but I seriously don't think it's going to work.

Overthrowing the system?

I don't know...

Besides, I have no idea I'd we'll be able to do it. 

"Well, you're going either way." He states matter of factly. His face-scanning mine almost as he could read my thoughts.

"Or else?" I question insolently to him.

"Well, I already know ab-"

"Okay fine!" I scream suddenly.

He looked taken aback and coyly chuckles

I could feel my face burning up and my fingers closed in fists.

I can't believe I even trusted him.

"I was talking about you thinking Prince Beomgyu is perfect but okay." His face was tense by the sudden yell and he says it in such a joking tone.

I uncurl my fingers and look at the floor taking a deep breath. 

"Yeah...Of course, it was that."

"Come on, you know I would never say that to anyone. I trust you and you trust me." He smiles even bigger than the smile before saying it so collectedly.

I look down ashamed. I don't know if I can trust him.

"I know how much it means to you." He continues about to put his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah of course you do, I'll meet you up later after school and we can discuss the place." I bitterly retort to the boy as I turn and walk to my class avoiding his gentle hand.

I'm already late.

For a split second, I could see Namjoon looking upset but also goes his own separate way to class.

I wonder if he feels bad.

Or maybe it's my fault.