Author's Note: I'm back with the second installment of the Trouble-makers one-shot(pfft these are NOT one-shots lol). I know I'm writing the second one very back to back like but that's because I don't want these ideas to leave my head. So yeah. Also can we just applaud my improvement? Have you seen my Kai one-shot? That was terrible. Like hecka horrid, and even though I still need to improve ALOT, I'm proud of the work I've done. But enough of this sappy shite it's time for the second part! yay! lol I'm actual cringe. But let's get right into this trash ass k-pop story. *bleh*
Also thank you Nycat5000 for inspiring to make these stories. I know no one reads this stuff except you so thanks.
Y/N P.O.V
I sit at my kitchen table the next day tapping my feet anxiously. I've called, texted, face-timed, threw rocks at his windows and nothing. He hasn't answered to any of them. What if something happened at Mrs. Cavernoff's house? What if she tortured him? Or murdered him? Is he even alive? Oh my gosh should I call the police?
"Honey if you keep biting on your finger-nails like that your going to lose it."
I snap out of my horrible thoughts and turn to my concerned mother.
"I'm sorry...I guess I'm just nervous for the first day of me being a junior." I lie easily.
She smiles earnestly. She pulls out a chair next to me and sits down.
"Well it's okay to be nervous, but you'll be fine...you have Mark and your other friends, it'll be great".
She caresses my cheek and gets up.
"Well...I'm going to go check up on that bacon". With that said she pats off her apron and goes back to the oven.
I tap my fingers on the wooden table when my phone dings from my pocket. I quickly grab it and look.
Harper
Hey are you coming to school or not?
I sigh in disappointment. This is my only female friend Harper. She's a weird one but I love her a lot. I'm about to text her what she means when I look at the clock.
8:19
Oh shit. I got 11 minutes to get my ass up and out of here.
I jump up from the table and shove my phone into my black backpack. I'm putting on my shoes while also trying to balance myself. I finally get both of them on and head for the door.
"Where are you going, you haven't ate breakfast!" My mom yells out.
I speak hastily, "Mom, I'm going to be late I'm sorry!"
She walks over to me with two muffins in her hand.
"At least eat this muffin...oh and give the other to Mark when you meet him."
"Ok ok." I grab the muffins and stuff them into my book-bag. "Bye!" I kiss her cheek and leave out the door.
I grab my bike from the garage and hop on it. I ride out into the street and start on my journey to race time. The school starts to get close in sight, as I ride my familiar path. Usually I ride along side with Mark but it seems like he's not here. Did he even come home last night? What kind of trouble did he get in? Is he ok? Wh-
A car honks at me. I realize I've stopped in the middle of the street and two cars are behind me. I quickly peddle to the side and let the cars pass. As they past the first one rolls down the window and the driver puts his middle finger up. Well...that's rude.
I continue riding until I finally get to the parking lot to my high school. Oh god(Sorry God) how I've not missed you.
I just finished locking up my bike to the rack, when Harper walks up to me. She skips over to me in a pajama onesie designed with a bunch of cats.
My eyes get huge with shock, "Harper, what the hell are you wearing?"
She looks down at her night wear and looks up smiling radiantly, "I'm making a statement, the dress code is completely ridiculous!", we both start walking towards the doors of the school, "and how come it's so long for girls but there is barely anything for guys, you think we want to see their ass hanging out when they sag?" I open the door and we continue our conversation.
I laugh, "You have a point, but you know your probably going to get in trouble for this right?" She nods but then stops in her tracks.
"Hey... where's Mark, you guys always ride bikes together?"
I'm about to answer when the first bell rings signifying that we have 4 minutes to get to class. I give her a look showing that we will finish the conversation later, and we speed-walk to our first classes of the day.
5 Hours later
12:15
It's passing period and I'm wandering about the hallways letting my fingers brush up against the lockers as I walk. I'm wavering between the decision of skipping class or not when a familiar face comes into view. Is that Mark? He's taking books from his lockers and putting them into his book-bag when I shout his name.
He suddenly shuts his locker and starts to take off. I also take off and start to push past people in order to get to him.
I finally catch up to him and grab his arm.
"Whew finally, now that was a race ha...so what happened why didn't you pick up your phone...did Mrs. Cavernoff put you in her dark dungeon or-"
He cuts me off. "I can't believe you." I look up at him and realize how hard he's glaring at me.
I take a step back as I see his fist balled up to his side.
"Oh...wow your angry..um well I'm sorry but why did you tell me to leave in the firs-"
His nose flares, " Wow so It's my fault!" he yells with anger, "It's my fault for covering for your dumb ass and your dumb ass ideas...what's wrong with you do you even know what you just did?!"
I become quiet as I realize how much trouble he probably got.
He continues, "I got a detention Y/N...A DETENTION for 2 hours!"
I roll my eyes, "That's nothing you'll be fine...there's no reason to be this angry."
He laughs to himself hysterically.
"You don't even know do you...I'm trying to get into YALE Y/N YALE, they're not going to accept someone who has a record...you fucked up big-time for me...Do you even have a future, y-you keep doing these childish pranks and EACH TIME I've been stuck in the middle of it, and now my reputation is tarnished because of you, you know...I used to have hope for you, that you'd get it together and finally care but no, you're still the childish, immature, stupid girl from middle school, and I'm tired of it!" He turns around and disappears between the flurry of teens hustling to class leaving me there stunned.
H-he doesn't have hope for me anymore. Childish...Immature...Stupid. H-he's tired of me.
Without realizing, tears start forming at the brim of my eyes. I let them drop as I slump against the lockers, not caring when the bell rings. After the last stragglers get to class I'm left in an empty hallway.
I feel a lump on my back so I open my book-bag. Inside are two smushed muffins.
One for me...and one for Mark....mark. Oh what have I done?
[ Should I Continue?]
(I'm sorry for doing a three-parter again...I just love a damn cliffhanger fam lol ) 1290
