Her Bully | PURINZ

005

Y U N J I N
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As I walk back to my locker alone when Eunchae left me when Garam waited for her outside of the room, I feel the down—weight of what Chaewon acted towards me this morning sinks my mood.

I don't know why but it's just really depressing hearing the love of your life tell you that their love making was all fake making.

And just as I closed my locker and bend down to grab my bag, it's suddenly being kicked away a few lockers to the right and I stumble on my feet because I bent too low.

Grabbing a handle to steady myself, I bring my body up and come face to face with no other than Chaewon herself.

"Chaewon...?"

She holds a finger up and glares at me. "What did you tell her?" she asks in a hiss, voice dripping with venom as I take a big gulp.

I shake my head and nibble on my lower lip.

"I—I didn't tell her anything." I replied, stuttering as she gets closer to me, making my back collide with the lockers—I had no escape again.

She slams her hand on the locker behind me and traps me there.

Her right—free—hand laying on her waist as she tilts her body to side with a fixed glare. "You better not be lying, nerdy."

I internally groan at myself because not only Eunchae thinks I'm lying to her, but so does Chaewon.

Can't people just believe me?

"I'm not lying." I whisper out, my brown eyes averting past Chaewon's face to see people walking past us with curious facial expressions.

Chaewon scrunches her nose and pushes herself off the locker wall.

We have an eye staring contest before she's smirking at me then walking away—but not before kicking my bag—farther than it already is.

I sigh and drop my head against the small metal doors, closing my eyes for a moment to calm myself down before kicking off the wall and bending down to pick up my bag before it gets thrown away again.

Seriously, I'm starting to think more deeply now than ever as to why Kim Chaewon hates me.

The obvious reason is because I'm a nerd at this school but her kind of bullying is the type that's cruel and never ending.

It's like every day she thinks of what new bad thing to do to me and it never fails to leave me in pain.

Walking down the steps of my school, I approach my car and beep it open.

It's rare that I'd bring my car to school because honestly—I come from a rich family, my parents are doctors and they gave me this sweet silver BMW for my 16th birthday but I knew what would happen to my baby if I brought it to school—and I don't want to see it filled with colored spray paint, I'd just burst.

The only reason why I drove to school instead of taking the school bus was because I missed the school bus.

Remember? I woke up late in sticky bed sheets at Hanni's house? Yeah, if I walked to school, I'd be missing my first class and in all my high school life—I have never skipped.

So, I don't know if you call it fate or something but as I open the back seat and drop my bag, I watch a jock and a cheerleader fighting and screaming at each other, with the jock leaning back on the motorcycle like she's bad-ass or something. Typical.

And it's not fate or something but the jock is Hanni and the cheerleader is Chaewon.

Not a surprise they're with each other really, they are the star couple of this school. But everybody knows they don't take each other seriously.

"What the fuck, Hanni." I hear Chaewon growl at her, opening her hands to the side as she stares at her in disbelief.

"You know I don't ride on motorcycles." She huffs, stomping her feet down.

Hanni rolls her eyes at her and puts on her helmet.

"Sorry sweetie." She replies with a sick tone, adjusting the fastener. "—But my car was towed last night because some dude parked it on the sidewalk."

I'm walking to the driver seat of my car when I decided to stop listening to them.

I never knew Hanni brought Chaewon home—has she been doing that for the past 4 years too?

"You're an asshole!" I suddenly hear her scream as the noise of the engine of her motorcycle starts revving and she's riding out of the school, leaving Chaewon alone as she tucks her chin and covers her face from the world.

I'm so lost at what happened that I try to step inside my car but then I miss the stoop, tripping forward as my forehead bangs on the hood of the car and thus, I'm falling on my butt with a hard thump.

And fuck that really hurts.

Chaewon must have heard me because she swivels on the balls of her feet and looks around the parking lot with furrowed eyebrows.

The opposite side of my car is facing her so she can't see me but only a BMW by its lonesome.

"Who's there?" she huffs, her usual stern voice changing to a more defeated and tired one.

I bite my lip to keep the groan of pain from escaping my lips as I feel my forehead stinging.

It's probably red right now and I really just want to scream out the pain.

"Who's there?" she repeats her question again, her feet making sounds of walking towards the BMW—and it gets closer and closer.

I ball my fists and try to think of a plan which is to crawl inside my open driver door and turn on the car then dash away before Chaewon sees me being stupid again. So how can I do that in one second?

"You know I can hear you whining like a kicked dog." She huffs, coming to a stop in the passenger's side of the car.

"And your door is open so stand up." She demands, like she owns the world. Well, she owns my world so that's a plus.

Thinking I don't have any other escape route again because she always manages to block me, I slowly push myself up and shyly look at her through the hood of my car.

I see the wheels turning on her head before Chaewon's tilting her head to the side and giving me an eye stare of disbelief.

"Nerdy?" she calls out, cocking her hip to the side—it's a good thing I'm tall because I can see her but can she see my fingers fidgeting by my abdomen?

And why is it that I keep bumping into her?

"H—Hi." I reply dumbly, jerking my arm up to give her a small wave.

She doesn't seem too amused by me.

"Is this your car?" she asks me, nudging her chin to my BWM as I take a deep breath and nod very slowly.

She clucks her tongue, rotates her head to examine the parking lot before tugging the door open and climbing in, leaving me jaw dropped.