Good Boy?

Ch11

"You're dead.", I said in a low voice, grabbing the guy who was grabbing Taehyung's shirt.

I pulled that guy up, and slapped him like what, 10 times? Somewhat 10 times.

"So, my threat didn't work on you, did it bitch?!", I shouted.

"Sorry!! It's my mistake!! I won't do it!! I-", He began.

"Shut the fuck up! You don't know what is a threat?! The whole class stared at me, when I entered the class with Taehyung that day!! That means, you knew what happened!! Still, you will go bother an innocent boy!! What the hell did he do, to make you so angry??!", I yelled.

"He didn't do anything... It's all me... I'm sorry...", He wailed.

Why is this person wierd...?

He's not angry over Taehyung, then why is he grabbing his shirt? And how is he confessing so honestly?

I was going to scold more nonetheless, but 2 teachers entered and asked, "What is happening here?"

I said, "Ma'am, these guys started bullying Taehyung again. Please let me take Taehyung with me..."

"Another racket? Y/n. Why do you keep getting into fights like these? Don't involve with Taehyung. You will keep fighting, instead of studying... Let Taehyung go by another bus, but not with you.", She said, and took Taehyung somewhere else.

I groaned. "Remember, if you bully him, you're really dead. I'm not joking."

I took out a blade from by bag, showing it to them. They all panicked.

I inwardly giggled. They knew me, as a naughty student, but did not pay much attention on me. They were just teasing or playing with me often.

Now seeing them so much in fear, actually makes me feel superior. Damn!! This feels great.

I got out of the bus. I gave a small laugh. I don't bring blades to kill people... I carry it around for emergency purposes. It's a multipurpose blade. Like a bottle opener, some weird shaped cutters and stuff.

I went back to my bus. Aeri and Hyejin were sitting in the second last seat. I went behind them, and sat on the last seat, and plugged in my earphones.

I played some music, and opened my chats. I scrolled through it, bored.

V?

Ah that guy.

We chatted only once... He never texted me back. Let's ask him for advice...

Me: Hey!

V!!

V: Wow baby, you messaged me
first?

Me: I wanted an advice...

V: Do I look like I'm a
scholar?

It's no use asking me for
advice...

Me: It's not something about
my future or some decision...

V: 'bout what then?

Me: I have this classmate...

Who is my friend...

I'm sure you know him, because
you said you studied in the same
school...

V: And...?

Me: I like him... He's so cute and
stuff, but...

I am scared to approach him.