The Fan

Chapter 17

The rest of the day went by fine; people avoided me in the hallways, nobody spoke to me, and best of all, I had free period 4th, so I got to go home early. However, my excitement soon faded when I remembered that I had climbing practice at 4:30, only an hour and a half away. 

I got into my car, a beautiful black 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air with a retractable hood and began my drive home. Now, I know what you're thinking, ¨Oh, she's just some rich kid who's mom and dad left her a lot of money and left her,¨ but you're wrong. I'm not that rich of a person myself, it's my parents who have all of the money. 

I never wanted any of it because of how flashy and arrogant it seemed, but they worked hard for the money that they had, and I couldn't exactly say no to such a beautiful birthday present, now could I? I prefer older things, things with character, than new shiny things. All of the kids at my school were prissy little pricks, and used their parents money for attention. 

Not me.

I never used their money for anything that I didn't need, unless I was taking some sort of family vacation with them, and even then, I lived a minimalistic lifestyle as I do now. My goal was to become and stay a good person, but that didn't mean I was a pushover. I wasn't, I just didn't enjoy being the person who used their money for popularity or fame and I didn't like conflict unless it was absolutely necessary. 

I reached down and grabbed my box of cassettes, the only thing my car would take, besides the radio, but that only played horrible music that came out recently. I dug around for a moment as I waited for the red light I was sitting at to turn green and pulled out one of my favorite cassettes, an AC/DC classic. 

Putting it in, Back in Black streamed through the speakers loudly as I drove away. 

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I pulled up to my house, turning off the the car and pulling my keys out of the ignition. I stepped out, grabbing my backpack as I went. One hour until practice, meaning I had to be there in forty five for warm-ups. 

Walking inside, I immediately noticed that everyone was in the living room, shouting nonsense. I paced forward, turning the corner to see them playing Mario Kart, and that Jin was most certainly terrible at it. 

Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin were playing, everyone else had taken sides and were screaming at them to drive faster or turn sharper, including Tyler who was practically sitting on Yoongi's lap. Taehyung was missing, but I thought nothing of it, assuming he was just in the bathroom or something. 

¨I'm gone for a few hours and this is what you guys do?" I asked. Tyler jumped and Jimin rushed to pause the game, everyone turning to face me with guilty looks on their faces. ¨I call next round, top three winners.¨ 

I smiled, and Jimin rushed to un-pause the game, continuing the race. I set my bags down and ran upstairs to change quickly. I ran up to my room, taking two steps at a time. Walking into my room, I went through my drawers, looking for a specific item. 

¨What is this thing?¨"I heard someone ask behind me. I whirled around to see Taehyung standing there, holding the thing I was looking for in his hands. ¨Some kind of torture device?¨ He waved his hands around, trying to get them untangled from the strings.

¨It's called a sports bra, Tae, although I guess it could be a torture device since it's so damn hard to get off.¨ I laughed, untangling hid hands and taking it from him. ¨But why were you in my room?¨ I asked, suddenly serious.

¨I, uh... I accidentally left my socks in here last night cause they came off in my sleep, so I was looking under your bed and on your dresser and I saw that, and I got confused and then you walked in and here we are.¨ He said all in one breath. I raised my eyebrows in amusement as he panted, trying to catch his breath.