Breakage [ On Hold ]

Chapter : 3

I woke up with an aching sensation in my head and drooping eyelids. I levered myself up and saw Selena sitting beside me. She had a worried look on her face. "Hey Sel" I murmured as her head knocked up and she almost pounced on me, hugging me fiercely. "Oh Racheal! I was so scared! When Tyler found you you were still unconscious and I was scared something happened to you" Selena yelped as she kept hugging me

"Yeah to be really frank I have no idea what had happened last night, I can't remember a single thing" I mumbled. Selena gave my hand a squeeze and said "Someone had spiked the punch and you drank a whole lot of them". Well that explains the headache and the whoozyness.

"Come on girl, get up or we'll get late for our class" Selena said and that's when I looked at the watch and almost jumped. I could not get over this head rush, but I had to start moving. I pushed myself off my bed and quickly scooted towards the bathroom. I looked at my self in the mirror. Geez I was a mess. Hair flying around, bags under my eyes and my face looking like someone told me a horrible joke. I washed it out and changed into some jeans.

Me and Selena rushed towards our classes, and my mind was so preoccupied at that point. Geez Racheal how could you be so stupid? I just... Ow! I flew towards the floor and my books scattered all over. "Hey are you okay? I heard someone speak as he offered me his hand. I took it and got up to look at him. He was definitely Asian, and his hair covered most of his eyes. "Hi, are you alright?" He repeated for the second time. I snapped back to reality and shook my head. "I'm fine. I'm sorry my mind was really preoccupied and I bumped into you" I almost mumbled, I looked up and looked at his face, which was soft and cheery. "That's okay, I understand. I'm Jimin, by the way. I'm an exchange student from South Korea.". "I'm Racheal, nice to meet you Jimin." I held my hand up as he shaked it. "So you're in the writing class right? Mind if I join you?" He asked in a cheerfull voice. Positive vibes surrounded him and it made me smile inside out. "Sure, let's go" I finally said, walking towards the class. I had got to know a lot of stuff about him already. He was really talkative and he opened up about almost everything until me made it to the class. We sat side by side and talked in the class too, and he was amazingly sweet and funny.

"You're really amazing to talk to Racheal. I'm glad you bumped into me, and I'm pretty sure a lot of people don't say that to you" he said, winking at me. Wait...is he flirting with me? "Ha-wow-ha. But really I love your company Jimin, we should definitely hang out more". Not that I wanted to hang out with him, but courtesy it's something you say whenever you wanna get away right? "Hey jimin over here!" I turned to see a group of guys walking towards us. They looked Korean too, but man they were hot. I could literally feel myself staring at them but I ignored it. "Hey guys. By the way, this is Racheal, my writing partner. Racheal? These are my brother's from different mothers." Of course. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, although I couldn't get any words out. I managed to speak, at last "Hey. Nice to meet you." They all warmed towards me, and I got to know their names though I knew it would take me ages to learn them. All except one though. He had a cold face, and didn't seem to take much interest in talking to me. He looked at me for a second and rolled his eyes to another direction.

What the fuck? I know I ain't that good-looking or pleasant to see or whatever, but excuse me? I walked towards him and decided to take the first move, crank up a conversation. "Hi, what's your name?" Though that sentence sounded like a fifth grader trying to make friends, I ignored it. "I'm yoongi, and I'm not interested in talking to you" he answered, and that sentence was like a punch to my face. Huh, friendly world it is. I pinched my lips together and turned around on my heels, walking towards the others who weren't as snarky and cold as him. I gave him a last glance and found him staring at me, with that same cold, skin-scratching glare. I looked back at him, trying to get him to flinch or look away, but his eyes stayed intact and unmoved. We kept staring at each ther for a while, trying to get each other to surrender, but at last I gave up. I felt uncomfortable, and really upset since I never expected someone to talk to me this way. I had seen something in his eyes when we had that contact, but I couldn't seem to come to a conclusion. He was mysterious, and that somehow gave me mixed, weird feelings.