BTS: I Think I Love You

Chapter 10

My eyes widen in panic as I scramble around for an answer I can give the suspicious boy in front of me. I can't tell him who hurt me, or why. He would either not believe me or get himself and his friends in trouble. Who am I kidding? He wouldn't believe me in the first place.

On the other hand, what if he thinks I'm lying to him? He is in the position where he could beat me up. I've already endured enough torture for today, I don't need anyone else to cause me pain right now.

"I.....fell out of a tree."

I inwardly wince at how lame of an excuse that was. Omo why do I have to be so stupid? They obviously aren't gunna believe me. I'm proven right when all of the guys come closer to me, trying to see what happened.

"Take off your jacket" Jin says using a stern voice. He reminds me of my mom, I think, smiling slightly to myself in my mind. I come back to my senses when I feel the material slowly being taken off of me.

"No! Don't touch me!"

I start to panic as they try and get my sweatshirt off. I do whatever I can, lashing out with my arms and legs in an attempt to ward them away. It doesn't work, and I am soon looking down at my sweatshirt laying on the ground.

My arms instinctively try and cover my bruise-filled stomach, my hands hugging my sides and clasping onto the thin material. Their eyes widen as Namjoon goes behind me to hold my arms back. I wiggle in his grasp as they look at me with pity in their eyes.

"Who did this to you?" Suga asks me.

I scoff before rolling my eyes.

"Why do you care?"

He glares at me, hatred burning in his cold eyes. For the first time since I met him, the hatred and disgust isn't aimed towards me though.

"No one should be able to get away with this" he yells, his hands balling up into fists. I'm surprised by his anger. No one has ever been angry over what happens to me at this school. Either that, or they don't let it show. One sound from anyone and they would be in the same position I am.

"What's your deal?"

He turns towards me, the outrage still in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. I cock my hip to the side as I stare at him, straight in the eye. It is the first time I have done so to any of the guys, but I bring up enough courage to do it. For once, my anger and confusion takes over my actions.

"You called me names and slapped me on the face just earlier yourself. Why would you care if I got roughed up or not?"

He growls, producing a sound so terrifyingly inhuman I take a step back and into Namjoon. Suga's hands pull at his hair, his eyes on the ground. He paces angrily back and forth before screaming at the sky. His arms come down as his back arches, his face looking up at the clouds.

"Suga calm down!" Jin yells at the raging boy, a firm hand on his shoulder. All Suga does is shake him off, his breathing ragged and unsteady. He looks at me one more time before throwing his hands up in frustration and stalking off.

"I'm sorry about him. Something happened in his past that has made him like this."

I look at Jhope, who has sadness in his eyes. I shake my head slightly, picking up the fallen jacket of mine and putting it on once more.

"Why are you telling me this?"

They look at me incredulously, their eyes wide in shock. It's as if they think I want to know about what happened to him. I get it, life sucks, but I don't want to butt into other people's businesses. Their life may be shitty, but I don't want to know about it without their consent. I know that I would hate it if someone else told somebody about my home life when I wasn't there.

"What do you mean" Jungkook asks, a frown on his face.

"Don't frown. It'll only make your injuries hurt more, trust me."

He stops frowning, the stress lines on his forehead disappearing altogether. I turn to leave but am stopped when someone grabs onto my wrist, turning me back around. I hiss in pain and pull my hand out of their grasp, hugging it to my chest.

"You're gunna leave? Just like that?"

I stare at V with no emotion on my face as I nod my head yes. His face grows red in anger as he grinds his teeth in frustration. His fists are clenched, probably so he doesn't hit me or something. When he doesn't say anything for a while, I turn to leave once more. I get about ten feet away when there is a yell from behind me.

"Are you really that heartless?"

I stop in my tracks, my eyes watering slightly. Am I heartless? I wish I was. I wish I didn't feel anything when people call me names. I wish I didn't feel like crying every time someone calls me a whore. I wish I didn't get upset when someone pushes me down and says I'm worthless. I wish I didn't get bothered when someone makes fun of my mom. I wish I was heartless, but I'm not. I'm not, and it hurts so bad.

I turn around so that I am looking directly at V. I stare into his hard eyes and roll my own at his mad expression.

"I'm sorry for not caring about Suga enough to want to know his sad life story. I'm sorry for not talking to you so that I don't have to put up with more people telling me I'm a slut. I'm sorry for saving your sorry ass from Tom and his wrath. I'm sorry for being a cold bitch because that's the only way I can continue on with living at this point."

A single tear rolls down my cheek and I hastily wipe it off, cringing at the sympathetic look Jungkook is giving me. I readjust my backpack before turning around once more. I look over my shoulder at V, who still has a mad expression on my face. I scoff at him, unable to take his stubborn attitude.

"To answer your question, no. I'm not heartless. But the next time you want to hook up with Tom's sister, I won't stop you. When you get beat up, I won't give a fuck because I had warned you once before."

I say I won't care, but I will. I will care so much that it'll keep me up at night. What if me not being there actually does cause him to get hurt? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. People may be horrid to me, they may ruin my life, but I will never wish bad on them.

After all, I deserve this. Don't I?