FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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++NAMJOON++

As the people on the bleachers cheer and clap, my head hurts.

Usually, this sound makes me happy. It makes me anxious with excitement. I get cocky more often than not. But it's fully backed up.

Now it's just annoying.

I haven't seen Malia in three days, I haven't talked to her in a week. I'm losing my fucking mind and everybody's stepping on eggshells around me. They won't bring Malia up at all. If they do, they all kind of get quiet right after.

They see her, they tell me that they do. She's just avoiding the hell out of me.

Malia knows my schedule to a t. She knows where I'll be and where to look if not there. So consequently, she knows exactly how to avoid me.

I'm blocked. On every single platform. If a new person was to come around, they would never even guess that we knew each other. They would never guess that she told me she loved me a week ago.

The only proof that I have that we were even together are the pictures of us in my phone. I'm not deleting them. I can't. The intimate ones, yes. I don't even feel comfortable having them if she's thinking about leaving.

But that in itself, I don't even want to think about it. It's so... fucking confusing.

I feel like I should talk to somebody about it. Like genuinely talk about it. Not just explain what happened but what I.. think. What I....feel? I don't feel anything but conflict and I can't think of anything but Malia.

I do not love Raeya. I don't. And at this point, I don't even fucking like her. But why can't I fucking scrub her out?!

The halftime buzzer goes off and I walk off the court. I don't say anything to any of the guys as I snatch my water bottle up and drink from it. The dance team walks out and I don't see Malia... anywhere.

She's not even on the sidelines. She's not on the bleachers behind them. She wouldn't bail on a game, would she? On a performance? She sounded like she didn't care that she could get kicked off the team but this is her livelihood. This is what she loves this campus so much for.

I tap Tyrell's arm and he turns to me.

"Where's Malia?"

He looks at the dancers and his eyebrows furrow as he scans the girls. He doesn't see her. My question garners the attention of the others and they look around for her too.

"Did she not show up? I thought she could sit on the sidelines." Jay asks.

"She's not coming." Midas says. "She texted the girls' group chat and told them that she can't because of the 500 feet thing. Hence, why they're all so pissed off tonight." He gestures to the dance team and Camryn looks pissed taking Malia's spot as center.

She doesn't even look like she wants to be there.

My heart races and I pretty much zone out for the rest of the game. We win by the skin of our fucking teeth and I don't care for the lecture that Coach gives.

I put my coat on, grab my bag and walk out the door. Waiting for me outside is the person I wish to see least in this fucking world. She just keeps popping up every time I turn around.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

I ignore her and pretend that she isn't even there.

"Hey." She says more sternly as she catches up and grabs my coat sleeve. "I'm talking to you."

"I don't care. That's why I kept walking." I snatch it away from her.

"Is this how you treat me? After everything I've done for you?" She asks in disbelief. "After everything we've been through together, you're going to throw this away like it meant nothing? You promised me, Namjoon."