My Bully

Monday's

I sit up in bed and stretch. Another boring week at school. Hopefully my teacher doesn't give me a new tutor today. I'm already on my 6th, and she's about to quit. I can tell. They always get so annoyed by every little mistake, and I've made hundreds.

"Annabelle!" my brother yells from downstairs. "Get up! I don't want to be late!"

"Shut up, you brat!" I yell back. "I'll take as long as I want!"

I stand up and walk into the bathroom. I look into the mirror. My reflection stares back at me. My usually wavy brown hair is tangles, and my bright green eyes are clouded over. There are dark circles under my eyes. A little makeup should help with that.

Around 15 minutes later, my hair is back to its natural waves, and my makeup is on. I'm wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a black shirt with some boots.

"Annabelle!" my brother shouts again. "I'm gonna leave without you if you don't hurry!"

"I'm coming!" I say. "Yeesh."

I grab my backpack and run downstairs. My brother is standing by the front door, texting someone on his phone.

I ruffle his minty hair. "Hey, Yoongs. Let's go."

"Yah!" he shouts as I skip out the door. "You know I hate it when you call me that!"

I giggle. "Yep."

He grumbles as he unlocks the car. I climb inside and he starts the engine. It rumbles, but doesn't start. He tries again. Same result.

"You have got to be kidding me!" My brother groans. "Not today, you &$#^ing car!"

"Relax, Yoongi," I say. "You can just call the hot guy, I mean, your friend, and have him take us to school."

Yoongi glares at me. "Fine. But only because the car won't start."

He pulls out his phone and dials his friend's number.

"Hey, Jimin," he says. "Sorry to bother you. Are you at school yet? Could you possibly come pick me and my sister up? Yeah. Okay, thanks."

"So, what did he say?" I ask.

"He said he can," Yoongi replies. "Now, I don't want to hear a word from you, got it?"

I blink innocently. "Okay, Yoongi. I promise." Maybe.

A few minutes later, a red truck pulls into the driveway. The window rolls down, revealing a young man with blonde hair.

"Get in!" Jimin shouts. "I don't want to be late again!"

Me and Yoongi both climb into the back and Jimin pulls onto the road.

"You need to get a new car, Suga," Jimin says to my brother.

Yoongi sighs. "Yeah, I know. But our mom isn't around so I have to take care of all of the money stuff."

"Wait," I say, forgetting what Yoongi had told me before about the no talking. "Why does o - I mean Jimin - call you Suga?"

Jimin grins. "Were you about to call me oppa?"

I blush. "No. Now answer the question."

Yoongi frowns. "That's none of your business, Annabelle. Shut up."

"Aish, don't be so rude to her," Jimin says. "After all, she is your little sister."

"Yeah, Yoongi." I smirk. "Be nice to me."

"I'll be nice when you pass math class," he snaps.

"Yah!" I punch him. "That's not fair!"

"Right, sorry." He snickers. "We both know that's never going to happen."

"Yeesh, Suga." Jimin frowns at my brother. "That's harsh." He turns to look at me in the rearview mirror. "Is he always this rude to you?"

I roll my eyes. "Always."

"Maybe you should be my sister for a week, see what it's like." He winks.

I blush again. "I, um..."

"Hell no." Yoongi puts an arm around my shoulders. "You stay away from my sister. I don't want a repeat of last year."

Jimin laughs. "We were playing a game, Yoongi. Calm down."

Okay, quick explanation. Last year, around the 4th of July, Yoongi had invited a few of his friends over for a game of Truth of Dare. Yes, there was a bit of drinking involved, and yes, I was the only girl. Not a good mix. Every time you failed to do your Dare, you had to have a shot of tequila. If you completed it, you had to choose one person to give your shot to. When it was my turn, I was afraid to choose Dare, so I always chose Truth. One time, though, I felt brave enough, meaning I had drunk too much, and chose Dare. It had taken the boys awhile, but they finally decided on a good one. Make out with Jimin in the hallway closet. And I did. Honestly, Jimin was the one who kissed me first, and it only lasted about a minute or so. But it was worth it. Anyways, back to the story.

"It was your idea to play that stupid game," I say.

"How was I supposed to know that you two would end up making out in a random closet!?" Yoongi protests.

"Exactly. So how do you know that Jimin won't just have me watch a movie or something like that. Sometimes you just have to wait and see what happens." I smirk. "Besides, one kiss was enough for me."

Jimin winces. "Am I really that bad of a kisser?"

I start to respond when Yoongi interrupts.

"Don't answer that. He's just trying to pull you in."

"We're here," Jimin announces.

I look out the window. The huge, three-story building looms above us.

"Well," I mutter, getting out of the truck. "Let's get this over with."

Sorry you guys! My story was being shit so I had to restart! I am so sorry, but thanks to everyone who reads it again!

-Annabelle ❤️