sugar rush M.YG

ch.5

I woke up feeling sick and fluffy.

my eyes puffy and lips swollen from the tons of crying that had happend the previous night.

no, not because I'm scared shitless of men, but because I watched the titanic and the notebook twice, each.

so succ it.

my feet shuffle to the edge of my bed, wiggling my toes in my fluffy pair of purple socks as they rest onto my softish, tan carpet.

a yawn slips, grabbing my phone and waddling to my bathroom for a good 'refreshing session' with me, some hot water, and a nice vanilla filled bottle of body wash.

let's not forget the Colgate.

"yea joon, im almost finished"I say to him over the phone as I spit out the white, frouthy foam created by the toothpaste.

"ok, bye" and with that I end the call and begin to dress myself.

I just get lazy and throw on a shirt and some jeans with a pair of shoes that really give off that 'it's not a phase' vibe.

I turn to the mirror and shoot finger guns at myself.

"lookin greasy"I say with an iconic grin on my features.

then I make my way out the door of my apartment.

a hop a skip and a jump, then I'm on campus.

"JOONIE" I yell as I spot his tall figure next to another tall figure.

I shuffle twards him, my shoes scuffling against the ground making crispy scraping noises echo thru my ears with an irritated tickle.

"hey sweetheart"jin says with a  sweet smile.

"what's cookin?"I ask with a grin.

namjoon shakes his head with an amused smile, looking as if he just saw someone trip over a bananna pill.

"nothin, but yoongi was worried when you disapeared yesterday"

I shrunk, my face becoming a canvas as my emotions splashed across my face.

"h-h-he was?"I ask in a stuttering tone.

namjoon nods, but then shakes his head.

"eh, yea, well, he didn't say it, BUT he looked it AND asked about you"

jin chuckles"speak of the devil" the words slip from his lips salted with bitter sweet flavors.

namjoons grin gets bigger, the pure image of the grinch.

"yo! yoongi over here!"he yells.

I flinch and start running, not even turning around to look at yoongi to make sure it's actually him.

my rubber skrrts across the ground as I make my way into the girls restroom, salt running down my cheeks causing my eyes to burn like hot sauce.

"fuck"I whisper with a bitter sweet laugh.

I understand namjoon doesn't mean any harm by this, and he only wants to help, but it's still the most embarrassing thing ever.

I'm probably gonna avoid him the whole day, then he'll txt me an apology and I'll explain that I'm not mad, but embarrassed, then it will be ok.

it's not the first time this has happend, because he's done it a zilion times since the beginning of freshmen year.

and it was always yoongi that got called over, and I always had the same reaction.

college is tough, but it's tougher when your to scared to talk to people you like.