This wasn't supposed to happen.
He wasn't supposed to happen.
I'm the class president, I have excellent scores on all of my exams, and I have the cleanest record you'll ever see your life. I'm pretty close to perfect if you ask me. At least I was.
When Taehyung entered my life, everything changed.
My grades have initially dropped a letter low, I wake up every morning mentally and physically exhausted, and the committee is thinking of overthrowing me and replacing me with a junior as Senior Class president. He's bringing me down and–C'mon, this is my last year of high school, dammit, cut me some slack.
Tayung was exquisitely weird. Strangely, opposites did attract in our situation–He was the bad to my good and it kinda worked out for us that way these past seven months. He was always one to press my buttons, push me over the edge and irritate the living crap out of me. That's just who he was and usually, I could brush it off of my shoulder and put things in the past. But today, things were different and he crossed the line.
"I can't believe you did that to me." I spoke, short of my breath.
I've been looking for him all day. I marched through the crowded hallways, looking for a certain boy with blonde/silver hair and mental problems who had been avoiding me, finally catching him at his assigned locker. His chin rested on the inside of the open locker, his body slumping over as a loud sigh emitted from his mouth. We stood opposite of each other, his gaze meeting mine as he stuck his head out from his locker.
"Um, Hello?" I frantically waved my hands around, trying to catch his attention but he only dismissed me with a simple hand gesture, shooing me away.
"You deserved it." He shrugged. His gaze shifted back to his locker as he began stuffing his books and belongings into his backpack. My fists balled up tightly as I stood my ground, intensely watching him with furrowed eyebrows. Could he not tell that I was pissed?
"What kind of friend does that?" I spat.
"Since when were we friends, really."
I was quiet. I didn't know what to say. What the hell did he mean by that? I had been his friend for seven months, going through all that mental exhaustion and sticking by his side through all the dumb shit he did, yet here he was claiming that I wasn't even his friend. I couldn't believe him.
"Everyone's right, you really are the worst." My hushed words seem to be the loudest thing in the silent atmosphere that falls before us. Finally getting his attention, he lifts his head, his doe-like eyes meet my unkind glare. I could tell this hurt him. Everyone truly did believe he was the worst, from teachers to students to my own parents. He had this aura about him that made him seem foreign to the human eye. He was simply too out of control for people's liking and that's what drove him away from having people that actually cared about him in his life.
I knew it hurt him, and the sad thing was, I wanted it to.
We usually fought, but never like this. Never did we really face these kinds of problems, only minor ones like yelling at him for spilling his soda all over my new comforter, or when he'd leave me all the work to do in partnered projects.
If seven months ago someone told me that I would be dealing with an asshole like Kim Tae Hyung I would've laughed straight into their faces and placed a 'vote for me' badge right onto their wrinkly little uniform. Yet, here I was fighting with him like an old married couple in the middle of the school hallway.
So what had happened between us that made us act like this to each other?
Rewind to seven months ago, when I first met him.
