[✔] Magic // MYG

8. Cheating?

It's been a few periods and I'm walking to my locker again, to get my books for English.

As I entered the hallway with the lockers a big wall of students greeted me. I walked up to one of them and tapped his shoulder.

"Sorry, but what's going on here?" I asked.

"They're at it again." He said with a shaky voice and a terrified look.

They? Who are they?
And what are they doing?

I made my way to the 'front row' and saw what the boy meant.

Bts. Beating up some kid, probably for money or some shit.

I hived a deep sigh.
They all are too scared to get closer, but still want to see the drama, huh?

Well. To be honest, I don't care, I just want to grab my stuff and leave.

I took a sharp breath as I saw Taehyung punch the poor guy. I thought he was one of the good ones of their group, but I guess not.

The only thing that was making me hesitate to go to my locker was... that they were doing this in front of my locker.

I shook my head.
Get it together Hyoju, just take your stuff.

With that I took a step forward and heard some gasps. Wow, tragic.

I walked over to Taehyung and the guy, boringly staring at them.

"Would you mind doing this somewhere else? I need to get to my locker." I leaned against the locker next to mine and stared at Taehyung.

He was speechless and confused. Slowly he pulled the guy a locker further, still staring at me, same goes to the poor guy.
I bet he thought I came to help him, but nope. Imma just mind my own business.

"Thanks." I opened my locker and started to put things in and take things out.

Suddenly more gasps were produced and I heard a quiet 'bang'. I looked to my left and saw Yoongi leaning on the locker next to mine, where I was leaning just a second ago.

"What are you doing?"

"Grabbing my stuff obviously. Why would I go to my locker otherwise?" I scoffed.

"I bet your wounds hurt like hell." He said, staring at my face.

"No shit Sherlock. Thanks, without you, I wouldn't have known." With that I slammed my locker shut and went to my class.

But obviously not before I heard a handful of gasps. Like, what the hell is wrong with these students?!

While sitting on my chair I looked out of the window. That was the first time seeing any of them since this morning.
Haven't seen them in the cafeteria, class or on the basketball court.

This is my last class for today. I can't wait to get home and ignore my so called 'parents'.

The time passed and the bell rang. Without being in a hurry I packed up my things and walked to my locker. I put my things inside and was on my way to the school doors.