FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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++MALIA++

My head hurts. My eyes are puffy. They feel heavy. They burn when I blink. I've drunken half a coffee espresso thing. It's done enough... I guess.

I told Namjoon to leave me alone and he didn't. So I had to block him on everything. My phone, Instagram, Twitter. I blocked his email address too, just in case.

I don't want to be bothered. I just want to be left alone. By everybody. I don't want to talk. I don't want to explain anything to anybody. I don't want to hear anyone's advice. I don't want them to tell me that they can relate with some story of how they went through something similar. I don't want to hear it.

I just don't.

It's been three days and I'm over the sobbing. I'm over the snot nosed tears. It's whatever. Everything's whatever.

The buzzer goes off signaling the end of class and I open my backpack and slide my textbook and laptop onto it. I lazily zip the bag up and sling it over my shoulder.

With a heavy sigh, I stand up and walk to the double doors. I yawn and cover my mouth as I walk out of the classroom.

I'm so tired.

I trudge down the hallway and see my friends standing at the end. Ty and Hakeem are laughing hysterically with Kaia and Camryn. My heart skips in my chest seeing Namjoon standing there with them. He's leaning up against the wall as his eyes scan and dart around the hall.

I focus on the doorway and walk past the group outside.

"Lia." Midas calls my name. I look back at him and he puts his arms up. "Where you going?"

Namjoon's eyes dart to me seeing which direction that Midas is looking in. The rest of our friends look as well.

"'M tired. Going to sleep."

"Oh yeah, y'all got practice later, don't y'all?"

"Mhm." I hum as I turn back around. Don't remind me.

I walk out onto the campus path and rub my tired eyes. Genuinely, I am exhausted. But as mentioned, I have dance practice. Unfortunately. And even more unfortunate, my shorts haven't arrived yet.

I roll my eyes as I walk to my suite. I'm surprised to see Janae there. She's holding Tarrant as she stands by the microwave, watching it count down.

Double taking when she sees me, she greets me with a smile. "Hey, bestie. How you been? Good to see you, too. I'm doing great. Why didn't you answer the phone when I called you after classes yesterday?"

"I was sleep."

"All day?"

"Yep."

"And the day before that?"

"Sleep." I say simply.

"Malia, don't play with me."

"I'm not. I'm a junior in college. Just because I'm not a NASA major doesn't mean I can't be tired."

There's a silent pause as I walk back to my room. It's just a few seconds but that's enough of a pause for me to know she's screw facing me from the kitchen.

"Sorry." I call as I throw my bag down.

"Yeah. What's your malfunction?"

"I told you I'm-."

"Bullshit. Don't lie to me." She cuts me off as she walks back with her bowl of chicken flavored noodles. She puts a forkful into her mouth and Tarrant sniffs them.