PHOENIX POV
I couldn't stop eating.
After they left, I just stuffed my face like there was no tomorrow. Food was my comfort when they weren't here.
It was hard waiting for Jungkook to text. He was always so busy. Their schedule was always so jam packed.
I lost track of how long they'd been gone. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a dream. Everything seemed like a dream. The concert, the fan signing, Jungkook.
I occasionally got texts from V. Just simple things, like a selfie of him wearing a dress.
Okay not that simple, but V was quite...different.
The fact that the school year was already coming to an end horrified me. I was going to be a senior next year, I was going to graduate in a year.
Sadie and Jackson broke up. Jackson's bestfriend released a video of him and Sadie doing the nasties, disgusting.
Jackson always avoided me in the halls. I couldn't help but feel bad, I knew all along but never told him.
In PE, I saw a group of freshman boys hitting on Sadie. Although Sadie acted like she hated the attention, I knew she loved it. I knew she craved it.
As soon as she saw me she grabbed my arm and whispered into my ear, "Tell these boys to stop bothering me!"
I looked at her and rolled my eyes. She clearly didn't want to be left "unbothered".
But I said something anyways, just so she wouldn't go crazy on me. "Hey boys, this lady here isn't in the mood for mingling, so if you could ju-"
"Shut up, no one was talking to you. We just want a shot at your hot friend." A shorter boy said.
Wow. I always knew I was the ugly friend but dang, I didn't think I'd be confronted so bluntly.
I didn't know what to say after that so I just walked away. Who cares? I didn't need them. I had Jungkook.
My dinner consisted of peanut butter crackers and orange juice. My parents were working late so I was left to fend for myself.
It had already been a little more than a month since the fan signing. It was so hard to believe that I had only gotten 4 texts from V and 1 text from Manager Sejin. Jungkook didn't even text me once. I wondered if I said anything wrong.
My mom entered my room after she got back, she was always so supportive of me. She couldn't stop talking to me about "the boy". I wanted to tell her so badly, but it had to be kept a secret.
She knew I wasn't the type to like boys easily, so she must've been surprised when I told her I actually liked someone.
"What's his name? How old is he? Where does he live? Do I know him? How mu-?" My mother loved bombarding me with questions.
"Mom, I told you, I can't say his name yet! And he's a little older than me, about 3 years." I didn't realize how close our ages were, he was already so successful and I was just me.
My mom covered her mouth, "Omo! 3 years?! That's such a huge gap! How did you even meet him?"
I pushed her shoulder, "Mom! It's not even that big of a gap! But I uh... met him at the concert." I mean, I wasn't lying.
She shook her head in disapproval, "You need to be more careful! You don't even know who he is!"
I'm sure the whole world knows who he is, I thought.
