My Bully

Lunch Mistake

I stand in line, waiting to get my lunch. The lunch lady is smiling to everyone, dishing them up while asking them questions. I groan. This is going to take forever.

After what seems like forever, I have my lunch of spaghetti and am walking to my usual spot at the back of the room. Someone sticks their foot out at the last second and I topple over it and onto the ground. My lunch goes flying everywhere, catching the whole school's attention. My scraped hands scream in pain as I skid across the floor. Someone laughs above me.

"Sorry," says a man's voice. "Let me help you."

A hand appears in front of my face. Without thinking, I grasp it. The person pulls me halfway up, taking all my weight onto themselves, then stops. I look up. Namjoon is leaning down to look at me, a huge smirk on his face.

"Oops," he whispers, then let's go of my hand.

Since my weight was on him, I crash back onto the floor, no control of how I land. I hear some other guys laughing with Namjoon and look up. There are three guys standing next to Namjoon. I already know their names. The guy with the dark brown hair and shining brown eyes is Jungkook. The guy with the skinny face, blondish hair, and cooper-like eyes is Jin. And the last one, red-ish hair and sparkling light brown eyes, is Jhope. Together, their group is called The Bulletproof Gang, or the BG. They run the school. No one ever gets in the way.

"Annabelle!"

I look around. My eyes land on the mystery kid from Chemistry. He's running towards me, blond hair flying wildy. No, I think. Don't help me. Get out of here before they go after you, too.

He kneels down next to me. "Here, let me help you."

He takes my hand and carefully helps me up off the ground. I glance back as he ushers me out of the lunch room. Namjoon is frowning at me, arms crossed. He says something to his group, then I lose sight of him. The kid takes me through the empty halls and to a locker. He looks around, then opens it. I watch as he pulls out a white ball of clothing.

"Is this your locker?" I ask him.

He looks at me. "Oh, this. No. It's my sisters."

"Ah." I frown. "Are those her clothes?"

He nods. "You can use them. She won't mind. You don't want to be wearing those all day."

I look down at my messy tank top. There is spaghetti sauce splattered all over, and a few noodles are hanging off of me.

I sigh and grab the clothes from the mystery kid. "Okay, fine. Wait for me right here. I won't be long."

I walk down the hall to the bathroom and go inside. I go into a stall and change into the other clothes.

When I walk back outside, the kid looks at me.

He smiles. "That's much better. You're lucky you have such short hair. Otherwise you never would have gotten the food out of it."

I grin. "Yeah."

I look down at the baggy white shirt. It's just a little big on me, but that's okay. School's halfway over anyways.

I look back up at the kid. "Um, I still don't know your name."

"Oh, right." He sticks out his hand. "I'm Taehyung."

I shake his hand. "Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I'm Annabelle."

"I know." He grins. "You're the one who stood up to Namjoon."

I shrug. "It was nothing. I didn't even do anything."

"Are you kidding me? Yeah you did! He was all just like, 'Get out of my way, brat,' and you were like." He clears his throat and his voice goes super high. "'I don't think so, o jing eoh.' Everyone flipped! is that why Namjoon picks on you so much?"

I look at him. "Maybe. But does everyone really know?"

He nods vigorously. "Yeah! I even saw it! I was right across the hall from you."

I groan. "You saw it all?"

"Well, no. I had to get to class, or I would get my phone taken away. The teacher's think that it's the reason why I'm always late."

I look at the clock on the wall. "Speaking of late, the bell is about to ring. My class is all the way across the school. I should go."

I turn to leave but Taehyung stops me.

"Wait! Could I have your number?"

I rattle off my phone number and wave goodbye. As I turn the corner, I spot my brother walking with Jimin, a few other guys, and one girl. I look down and try to hide my face. They don't notice me as I sneak past them. I sigh in relief. The bell rings. Crap. I bolt down the hall as it starts to fill with people. No sign of the BG. Hopefully it stays that way.

I barely make it to my class on time. The bell rings right as I slide into my seat.

"Miss. Min," the teacher, Mr. Sang says. "Glad to see you decided to join us today."

The class snickers. I ignore them and smile.

"I thought that you deserved at least one person that will listen to your lesson," I reply.

A chorus of "ooo"'s and "oh snap!"'s move through the clas. Mr. Sang glares at me.

"Very well," he says. "Let's start class. Open your books to page F46."