sugar rush M.YG

ch.6

I tug at my hair in the mirror of the girls restroom.

"ugh, this sucks!"i yell at myself.

I've been in here for two of my classes already and my phone has been buzzing like a bumble bee on a hot summer day.

it doesn't take a genious to know that it's namjoon.

my hand makes its way to my back pocket, pulling out my phone to turn it in silent, but i see yoongi's name flash on the screen of a text from namjoon.

I gulp, harsh and dry.

"get over yourself, just walk out"I say to myself in a calming tone.

I look back down at my phone, stress sweat trickling down my arm, causing me to shiver as tho snow was falling from the sky and chilly wind was whispering around the corner.

my fingers slide across the screen of my phone, unlocking it and seeing namjoons many messages.

[joonie]where did you go?

[joonie]I'm sorry for calling yoongi over, but it was so worth it.

[joonie]he asked about you! he asked why you ran off!

I sighed loudly at this new information, my blood boiling with anger as to the different answers namjoon spilled.

[me]and what did you say?!

I slid my back down the wall, phone latched tightly in my hand as if it were stuck to me like sticky marshmallow paste.

my eyes on the screen and waiting patiently, then the screen lights up.

I slide my thumbs across it, unlocking it and returning to our messages.

[joonie]well, I wasn't gonna lie, I told him you like him, BUT you just don't know how to approach him. sorry :(

my thumbs tap furiously across the screen as I let out my anger over text messages.

[me] ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?

[me] THAT'S JUST GONNA MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE! HE'S GONNA HATE ME!!!

[joonie]nope. no. your over thinking. he doesn't hate you.

I squeeze my phone as my eyes welp up with angery tears.

[me]you don't know that!

[joonie]yea i do, he looked happy when I said that, you should thank me.

[me]-_-

[joonie]trust me.

I get up off the crusty floor, dusting off my jeans with a sniffle of my nose.

my eyes land on my own one last time in the mirror, then I make my way out of the restroom.

classes are just being let out as young adults scramble out of doors to get to the cafeteria, or the campus library.

I gulp as I begin to pick up my pace thru the hall, making my way to try and find namjoon.

but of course I have the best of luck.

my body collided with a hard chest, causing me to pull back only to have their large, veiny hands grab my shoulders.

my mouth opens to say sorry, but as I get a good look at the guy, it shuts like a trap.

yoongi stands before me, his hands on my shoulders and a look of annoyance on his features.

our eyes stuck together as I hold my breath, suddenly his redish lips curl up a bit in amusement.

"hey Y/N"the words slip from his lips with such interest that it had my knees wobbling.

it was such a simple greeting, but I could feel my chocolate heart melting.

"careful yoongi, get to close and she'll start running!"i heard namjoons joking tone echo from behind me.

my cheeks burn with cherry colors as my lips fold into a fine line of anger and regret.

yoongi's hands disappear from my shoulders as their replaced with namjoons long arm and deep dimple grin.

I grab namjoons arm and push it off, turning to get ready and run, but a hand latched onto my wrist before I have the chance.

I turn slowly, my heart pounding as my eyes rest on bitter boy and his gummy grin.

"it would be just fantastic if you didn't run away this time"