BTS: I Think I Love You

Chapter 11

I haven't gone to school in days. My mom thinks I'm sick, but I'm only trying to avoid all the kids at my school. I do this once in a while. I'll just stay at home because I need a break from everything.

"Z honey, I need you to go to school today."

I stare at my mom as she steps into my room. She is wearing her work outfit again. It always makes me uncomfortable when I see her in what she must wear for her job. Her high heels, a startling pink color, make her tower over me. Her booty shorts barely cover her ass, her shirt not leaving much to the imagination.

I hate that she has to look like this. She deserves much better. She deserves to have a loving husband to take care of her, make sure she doesn't overwork herself. She deserves mountains of money so that she doesn't have to work for a horrible boss. She deserves a daughter that is actually worth something. She doesn't deserve to have a daughter that is such a screw up like I am.

"Ok eomma, I will."

She smiles a tired smile at me before exiting my room. I hear her footsteps exit the house, closing the door behind her. I sag in my bed, not looking forward to the day ahead of me.

I step onto my carpeted floor, my feet dragging behind me as I walk to our one bathroom. I turn the shower on, the ice cold water pelting my aching skin. I scrub my body clean, taking my time in the soothing water.

After I finish, I wipe the condensation from my mirror, looking at my reflection in the speckled glass. My bruises haven't gotten much better in the few days away from school. There is still a sizable bruise near my eye and my lip is still healing. The bruises on my body have faded slightly, now only lightly colored patches.

There is nothing I can do for them, not like I'd even try. I don't care how other people see me now, considering I already have a reputation for myself.

I brush my hair out, putting it in two low ponytails. My once pixie cut hair is now down to my shoulders, the dark colored strands resting on the back of my neck. I brush my teeth and carefully wash my face before stepping into my room once more to put my uniform on. The skirt hangs down to my knees, my baggy shirt tucked into the hem.

I lace my black shoes up before grabbing an apple from the kitchen table and walking to school. I am already late for school, but what does it matter? I'm going to get into trouble no matter what I do. I'm already late, why should I rush?

The air around me is pleasantly cold. It feels nice on my skin. The tall trees around me blow in the wind, their leaves falling from their branches. I watch them as they float down to earth, their brilliant colors getting covered in mud as soon as they touch down onto the wet ground.

Before I know it, I am in front of the school, my backpack hanging limply over my arm. I might as well get it over with. No use delaying the inevitable. I walk into the school, only pausing in front of my classroom for a few seconds. I can do this.

I open the door, my heart rate accelerating. My eyes glance around the full classroom, stopping when I get to my seat. They are all here today. Jungkook is sitting by my desk today. He must feel horrid. I feel bad that he has to sit next to me today.

"Miss Z, how nice of you to join us today."

I simply nod my head at her, keeping my mouth shut. It also hurts to open my mouth because of my split lip so I would prefer to not speak.

"Come here."

My eyebrows crinkle in confusion as I make my way to the front of the classroom. She never calls me to the front. She says that I'm so ugly that I give her a headache. She doesn't like to look at me, so she barely acknowledges my existence, which is fine by me. I wonder what she wants.

"Since you weren't in class, I will be giving you some extra homework."

Well, that was expected. I thought as much. I was gone for a couple days, so I obviously missed some homework. I take the paper from her hands and make my way back to my seat. I keep my head down, painfully aware of people staring at my bruised face.

"Hey. How are you?"

I look to my side and see Jungkook looking at me. Was he talking to me? Why? No one has ever asked me how I am. No one cares here. I wonder why he is even talking to me right now.

"Are your bruises healing?"

Why does he keep talking to me? Can't he see that I don't want to talk to him right now? I continue staring at him, waiting for him to turn away in disgust like everyone else does when I look at them. He surprises me by doing the opposite.

He brings his hand to my face, gently touching my bruises and busted lip. I stay in my spot, eyes wide, as he stares at my injuries. What is he doing? Why is he doing this? Why does he care?

I come back to my senses and move away from his touch, his hand still suspended in the air. He smiles at me, and it takes everything in me not to cry.

Why is he being so sweet? Why is he doing this to me? I'm afraid that he will do something to hurt me like everyone else ends up doing. No one has ever been this nice to me before, excluding my mom. I just want him to leave me alone because I don't want to be broken any more than I already am.

Why won't he leave me alone?