Our Fate Written In The Lines (Suga BTS)

Chapter 7

First of all, OHMEGERD 100 views?!!!?! I can't even! I already said most of what I wanted to say in my last author's note but this happened so fast. We were at 50 views just a few days ago...I can't tell you how much this excites me!

My lungs were ripping like I swallowed daggers. I couldn't run anymore. Surprisingly, I'm still on campus but in the very back. There isn't much there except cars, warehouses and a tall rusty fence. The ground was covered in pebbles used as a road for the cars probably, all they did was add to the atmosphere. They crunched beneath my feet and my breaths were hoarse. Far away, I can hear yells out joyful protest. I assume it's a bunch of middle schools boys playing soccer on the field. I never found out if my assumption was true or not. I don't really care.

My mind keeps drifting back to what just happened. I feel like my life is ruined. Everyone tells you high school is a small portion of your life and they're probably right. I still can't help but breathe quicker at the thought of it. I don't want to see anyone at that moment. No one should see me like this. I'm humiliated. Everyone in my small school knows me as some freak who writes in small black notebooks to herself and replies back herself.

Everyone but Yoongi.

That thought gave me at least a little bit of hope.

I have no idea what to do at this point. It's close to lunch but I still have many hours until school is dismissed and what then? I'll have to come back tomorrow and the day after that. I can probably live like I did in middle school and hover around Ms. May when she lets me (which is most of the time) but that's not going to do much. I don't have the energy to be strong. I don't have the energy to walk back into those halls.

"Rachel?" an unfamiliar male voice spoke from behind me. I turned around and stared at an Asian boy older than me wearing the school uniform and a letterman jacket. His face was strong and intimidating but his brown eyes held a worried, hopeful look. Like a compassionate child stuck behind the boldness of his father. "Is it you?"

I didn't know this boy and I'd never seen him before. But I somehow knew who he was― "Yoongi," I breathed out like a revelation had overcome me.

He shuffled a bit as if he felt uncomfortable. To be honest, I felt so myself. I didn't want to exist in that moment at all. "I heard about what happened―a friend of mine was, umm, there when it happened."

I nodded and looked away for a bit, but not for long. I found myself studying Yoongi's face. It was so beautiful. He looked like a doll but at the same time, he was still manly. It was confusing but exciting. Argh, what am I talking about?

"Lucas is a fucking asshole," Yoongi spoke bluntly. I looked over at him with wounded eyes. He himself looked like a book character. Fierce to protect someone but still emotion clung to him if you were sharp enough to see it.

I snorted, "Yeah. I guess I've always known he was a prick. I just never want to fully believe Celeste would date someone like him."

"Celeste?" Yoongi wondered. His face changed now to a less protective face and to a more curious one, listening to me with eagerness.

It was odd. I felt like Yoongi knew everything about me but still there was so much he didn't know. So much about my life that he didn't have any clue about. He could still find me too much for him to deal with and leave. I'm just some charity case. He hasn't realized what it's really like to be friends with Rachel Harmon.

"My best friend," I explained.

This time Yoongi snorted, "Hell of a best friend, that's for sure."

"You don't understand," I started getting irritated.

Yoongi glared at me with his gorgeous eyes. Fuck he's straight out of a dream. "Maybe. Or maybe I do. We don't know. We don't know each other," once he saw the hurt look in my eyes, though I knew he was speaking truth, he added, "yet." I was silent for a couple minutes until he began talking again. "You're probably worried about this but don't be," I glared at him, "they're just a bunch of shitty people who live in a shit hole. Plus they don't understand the notebook thing. I barely understand it. Why should we worry about other people getting it? Fuck them."

It's I who shuffled on their feet now as I reply, "I have classes with these people. I have to spend most of my days with them."

"And?" Yoongi's talking passionately now and something about it is so exhilarating, "Fuck Cecilia―"

"Celeste," I correct.

"Fuck Celeste―I mean not literally, who would want to if she enjoys fucking that asshole Lucas," I nodded at his point and let him continue, "My friends are psychopaths but at least they're not dicks. And if they are I'll beat their soft baby asses."

I laugh and smile, "You sure know how to cheer up a girl, Yoongi."

He grinned and looked down at his feet shyly. "Let's head back then. It's lunch."