𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫? - 𝐓𝐌𝐑 𝐀𝐔, 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

013 - bitc- bad person

The walk back to camp makes my heart beat faster than ever before. Everyone's seen the photo, and I don't think Astrid is planning to delete it soon.

"Hey, it's okay," Braedyn reassures me for the fifth time during our hike back. "Nobody is going to judge you, it's just a body."

"A body I planned to hide," I snap. "For privacy reasons, I don't want to have my nudes sent around everywhere." I feel bad for yelling at Braedyn; he's just trying to help. But I can't control the words that come out of my mouth.

"Right." He nods, eyes dimming. I've upset him. "Sorry."

"Don't apologise," I say quickly. "It's not your fault, I'm just not really feeling the best right now. Obviously." I chuckle, though nothing about the situation is funny. Of course, Astrid might think so. But to me it's the opposite.

The sound of our feet hitting the dirt makes my heart pound quicker, nerves building up.

When we catch a glimpse of the camp, I have to pause to take a deep breath. It's hard to breathe, though. And I know exactly why.

Luckily, by taking a minute to focus on my breathing, I manage to stop the minor panic attack.

"You okay?" Braedyn asks me, sensing my unease.

I nod. "Just need a second."

Listening to my request, he lets me take a breather before we enter the camp.

Inhale. Exhale.

I repeat the steps until I'm ready to enter.

"It'll be okay," Braedyn tells me again. "Now come on, if anyone says anything I'll beat their ass."

I chuckle; I've not known him for long, but I do know that he'd never hurt a fly, let alone another person.

Taking a final deep breath, I walk into the clear. As I do, I feel the eyes of everyone fall on me, and the sound of a few snickers reaches my ears.

Immediately I feel someone's arms wrap around me as they pull me close, and I can easily tell who it is.I relax into the hug, swallowing back the tears that are forming in my eyes.

"Ley," Minho says into my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

I sniff. "Sure. If having your nudes spread around the entire island means okay, then I'm great."

He lets go, looking at me with a rather serious facial expression. "I seriously don't get how you can make jokes right now."

I shrug. "Sulking in a corner of my cabin like a baby wouldn't help, would it?" The truth is, I badly want to do that right now.

"I would probably cry."

"Good job."

I hear someone's recognizable laugh from a mile away, and I feel Minho's body tense. Anger starts boiling up inside me as my gaze flicks to Astrid, who is recording the both of us.

Minho follows my gaze, and as soon as he sees Astrid, his jaw clenches. I can tell he is trying with everything he has to not say something to Astrid.

"Aw," Astrid mocks, barking a laugh that sounds like it came from a zoo animal. "I guess he wants to see the pictures in real life."

The people surrounding her burst out into laughter. My eyes scan the crowd, but I find no one I know.

"Piss off, will you?" Minho retorts, balling his fists.

"You'll piss on Whitley," Astrid bites back, thinking she does something. News flash: She doesn't.

"That's disgusting," Braedyn blurts out from beside me. Honestly, I kind of forgot he was here. He then rephrases his sentence by saying, "You're disgusting."

Astrid nods. Points at me. "She's the one who got her nudes sent around. She's the disgusting one."

"You were the one who sent them!"

"How was I supposed to get them, huh?"

Minho shakes his head. "She didn't take them herself. She couldn't have."

"Are you admitting you looked closely at the photo?" Astrid raises her eyebrow at him, her lips formed as a smirk.

"You literally took the photo."

"Did I?"

"I'm not stupid, Astrid." If looks could kill, Minho would be a murderer. "Taking the photo and sending it out to ruin someone's life is the worst thing you can do."

(A/N: I said the 'if looks could kill' thing in an earlier chapter, but we're just going to ignore that...)

"You sure? I could murder her."

Silence fills our presence and I stare at her in surprise. Is she saying it's possible, or is she going to do it?

"Don't joke about that." I try my hardest to speak loudly, but my shaky voice comes out as a whisper.

Astrid snickers. "Aw, is the slut actually speaking?" She mocks. "Surprising."

Minho said surprising to me; I loved the word. Astrid said it; I hate it.

"She isn't a slut," Braedyn defends. "You're a stalker."

As that word escapes his mouth, an inaudible gasp leaves my mouth. Stalker. Memories flash in my mind and I feel my breathing become heavy.

"Ley, you okay?"

"I'm fine."

I'm not fine.

I ignore the situation and focus on my breathing; that's what I got told to do if anything like this happens again.

I take deep breaths, focusing on two words that repeat over and over again. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

As I focus, I don't even notice the fact that my eyes are shut. When I open them, I don't see Minho or Astrid. Until I look down.

Minho is on top of Astrid, throwing punches like there's no tomorrow. Her face is already bruised, but he keeps going. As he punches her, curses leave his mouth.

The crowd erupts into cheers, a mix of worry and excitement.

"Minho," I interrupt.

At my voice, he immediately stops, quickly getting up before Astrid defends herself. Though, I'm not sure she can anymore.

"What's up, Ley?" He steps towards me, his hand reaching for my shoulder.

I give him a smile, muttering, "Thank you."

He nods. "Of course."

"Can we go to my cabin?" I ask, looking down.

"Let's go."

We start making our way towards the cabin when Minho adds, "Not to do anything weird."

And somehow, I chuckle.