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C H A P T E R T W O

R a e ' s h o u s e

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"How was work?" Brooke spoke through the phone.

I laid onto the couch, letting my head hang off the edge. "Gross, awful, I could go on."

"Did you work with him yesterday?"

"Yeah." I quickly removed the phone from my ear, after she laughed into to speaker.

"Rae, off the phone." I pulled the phone to my neck.

"Why?" I asked my mother, who was holding groceries in her hands.

"Because, we need to have a talk."

I groaned. "You know I hate talks."

"Brooke, I'll call you back." I pressed the phone onto the wall, sitting up.

She set the bags onto the counter, and sat next to me. "Who do you spend time with, outside of the house?"

I thought for a minute. "Just about everyone you've met. Brooke, her boyfriend Hoseok and Yoongi.

"Don't lie to me." She crossed her legs.

"What? I'm not."

"I got a call today."

"From who?" I sat back, curious.

"What's this talk about you having sex with Park Jimin." She pointed at the house across ours.

"What? MOM HE MADE THAT UP."

"I can't trust you anymore, I'm telling your father." she got up from the couch.

"Mom, believe me. I'm a virgin I swear."

She have me a look before, walking into the kitchen. "You know that boy's on drugs, you can't associate with people like that."

"Where'd you get that from?"

"I know his parent. She couldn't give a care about the boy. His mother's a lunatic."

"That makes two." I muttered. "I'm kidding."

She glared at me. "You're grounded. No friends for a week."

"You make absolutely no sense. I didn't even do anything.."

"You have finals tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah."

"So go study. You've been out all day."