❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ❞
➝ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 y/n l/n is considered a 'mean girl' at school when really she is qualified as insecure. She doesn't know how to manage...
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"Come on.. pick up, pick up"
Beep..
Beep..
"I'm sorry, the person you are trying to reach can not pick up the-"
"Damn it.." you cursed. You had already called Osamu about three times now and he hadn't picked up once. A lot of time at passed and it was already 8 o'clock.
What were you supposed to do? You couldn't sleep on the street again. Especially on a school night.
Your mind was racing. Who else was there to ask for help from?
The only other option you had was Suna, but you were hesitant on calling him. There was a high chance that he wouldn't pick up like Osamu did and even if he did would he really help you?
You honestly didn't know what else you had to lose so you caved in and called Suna.
Beep..
Beep..
Beep..
"What" Suna answered the phone bluntly.
A major sigh of relief came from your mouth.
"Uh.. I know this is a lot to ask, but.. could I maybe come over or something? Or could you ask Osamu if I could stay at his place? I tried calling him but he didn't answer and I didn't know who else to call and-"
"Sure, I'll send you my address" He said dryly after cutting off your rambling. He hung up the phone call before you could say anything else.
You were shocked. You thought Suna would just send you off to Osamu or not care that you needed help.
He sent you the address and you began to walk. You were still going off of adrenaline, so your pace kept picking up until you were almost running.
It was freezing outside and you were still only in your uniform which consisted of a skirt, white button up, blazer, and a loosened tie that had your school colors on it.
It was already pitch black outside, so your paranoia was even more heightened.
After you triple checked that you made it to the right house, you hesitantly walked up to the door. You were scared to knocked. What if one of his parents answered the door? Will they interrogate you? Will they not like you?
