I woke up later on the slightly uncomfortable leather bed in the school "infirmary". Which was really a storage room with extra bandaids, two garbage cans, and this old bed. I felt light-headed, like that feeling you get from sobbing for an hour. Dehydrated, but I wasn't hungry.
I tried to remember how I got here.
Jungkook. Oh god.
I fucked up big this time, not as bad as smash smash dead girl friend but... Everything I do just seems to be making things worse.
"Fuck."
"Oh, hey, you good fam?" I heard Jungkook speak in a light tone. The phrase made me smile a little.
"Yeah, I suppose so." I said while sitting up, the throbbing in my head worsening with movement. "What about, you." I said hesitantly.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I think you needed it." I stared down at my feet. It wasn't awkward, but more uncomfortable. I didn't know how to talk to someone who wasn't my mom, someone who knew me. No one knew me. How did I screw up so bad that this could happen.
"Your moms on her way, I said that you passed out during lunch and that your face was really red. I supposed that would be an easier excuse."
"Thanks."
We sat silently for a few minutes until my mom arrived. I said goodbye to jungkook. I felt that nothing else needed to be said.
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Published 3/12/18
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