Can I trust you, If I hate you? / Min Yoongi FF

Chapter 1 ( Part 1)

WARNING. GUYS,  CHAPTER ONE MIGHT SEEM LIKE I'M BLABBERING SO I GET IT IF U SKIP IT AND NOT READ IT

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                     'Why is everyone here so freaking tall!?' I questioned myself as I walked through the Grade 10 hallway looking for my locker #68. People kept looking at me while nudging their friends and biting their lips. I knew they were trying not to laugh at me. I just glared at them and they'd roll their eyes then go back to talking to their friends. I finally am at my locker! After (looks at watch) 23 minutes, wow. Anyways, I opened my locker combo and took some things out my bad and placed them in the locker to make my backpack lighter. The last thing I put  in was a picture from when I was younger of me and my friend My only reason to not try and leave this cruel world again. I couldn't help but remember the good times we had. We even had our own dance group with a couple of our other friends. Ha, good times..good times. I was about to close my locker, but someone bumped roughly into my shoulder causing me to stumble back, but I caught my balance.Now, I ain't the type of girl filled with all that patience stuff. I clenched my fist and looked up to meet a very tall gorgeous dude with green-blue dyed and a little bit of brown hair. His face looked un-amused and gave off the 'i'm-cute-but-don't-mess-with-me' vibes.

                      " Watch where you're going smurf," he said in a husky tone. Ok,I've been called a lot of things, even dwarf, but never smurf. That's just to low. " I'me pretty sure you bumped into me,", I said rolling my eyes as I slammed my locker close. I bended over and picked up my backpack, slung it over my shoulder and turned back around to see the same dude. Let's call him..Jaguar. Don't judge me. Anyways, Jaguar was blocking my way. I stepped to my left and he stepped to his right. I stepped to my right  and he stepped to his left. We did this a few times before I let out a sigh in frustration. " Move..Freaking move or else.,", I gritted through my closed teeth trying to keep myself from literally choking the day light out of him till he turns purple. " I'm pretty sure I own these 2 feets attached to my legs.", he retorted. I hate trying to be nice and not getting my way. This boy way blowing me over my edge. I couldn't hold back anymore and and sent my fish quickly forward-up to come in contact with him. But he was quicker. He grabbed my wrist and slammed me into one of the lockers. " Don't .fucking.touch.me.", He warned. I tried to push myself off but he push me back into the lockers making me come face-to-face with him. I rolled my eyes and laughed dryly, " Dude, what is it with you and threats?", I paused for a second and looked him in the eye before continuing, " You, don't scare me. So get the flip off of me unless you're ready to see hell.", I said in a warning tone as I felt a smirk rising on my face. He rolled his eyes to seem like he doesn't care but I saw the fear in them which was good because to be hones I was scared. He slowly let my wrist go and stepped back giving me time to rub the red spots on my wrists. He walked backwards slowly toward the exit and yelled, " Don't try to cross with me again," before going through the exit doors and slamming it. When the door slammed, people started chatting louder again. I guess they were watching us earlier. Tsk, Nosy. " Don't worry, I wasn't planning to.", I mumbled and then adjusted my backpack on my back before starting strolling down the halls looking for my first period : A-math with Ms.Kim Room B2. 

                    I finally reached my class to be surprised when I walked in. No body was there. I went to the row of desks in the back and decided to sit in the desk closest to the window. There were 2 seats at each desk so I chose the seat closer to the window. I sat down and placed my backpack on the floor. I took out my mom's cracked up phone and went to gallery. I don't care how ugly or cracked up it is. It's the only thing I have left of her..after she left. I chose a 23 minute recording of her singing to me when I was younger with my dad recording it. I placed my earbuds in my ear, pulled on my hoodie and decided to take a nap. Last thing I saw was my mind becoming dark as my mom's voice filled my ears.

                                                               ( 14 minutes later- author's note)

                    " Wake up," I heard a familiar voice groan as they shook me. I wiggled my shoulders to get them off of me and turned my head towards the window to try and get more sleep. " For the love of meat! Get the fuck up Smurf!", So that was Jaguar. I sighed in annoyance and lifted my head up from the desk and turned to meet the gaze of Jaguar and a oddly familiar blonde-haired female. She smirked as she looked at me up and down. I squinted my eyes trying to remember who she was. Her smirk grew. That same evil smirk as hers. " Nice to see you again, Suga.". Only two people ever called me that. One died so it was her......Taeyeon.

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Hi Guys! So....what do you think? And if you have any suggestions please let me know ^_^ I know I kind of blabbered so um yah... well bye bye ^+^