The boy I am supposed to hate will be going to my school this year. He had previously been at a private school. At least, I think so.
But how will I avoid him? And if we do run into each other, how will my parents react?
I reach into my closet and grab a pair of black jeans and a pale blue shirt. I put on my black sneakers and head downstairs, eating breakfast as I walk through the door.
As I'm walking to the bus stop, I hear a yell from behind me.
"Wait!" I turn and see the boy from next door standing behind me. I shake my head and start to walk away.
"Why are you walking away?" He asks, following.
"I'm not supposed to talk to you," I say, speeding up a bit to get away from him.
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I've never asked," I respond. Something tells me I can trust this kid, though, so I turn to him. "Namjoon, right? I'm (Y/N)."
"I know," he says, gesturing towards my legs. "I've heard the yelling. Anyways, are you alright? You sounded like you were in quite a bit of pain earlier."
"I'm fine. I guess you get used to it eventually."
"Its not fine. It's August, it's hot outside, your eyes are sunken, and you're wearing jeans because you're ashamed of your bruises. It's quite oblivious that something is wrong," he says, reaching for my hand. I flinch away, and he takes the hint, retracting his hand. "I'm here for you, even though I don't really know you very well. There just seems to be some sort of connection. Im next door if you need anything, OK?"
"Ok," I mutter, glancing back at my house. Thank God, no one saw us talking. "Thank you, Namjoon."
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Born To Hate
Fanfiction"Don't look over there." "But I want to." "Don't." Every since she was young, (Y/N) has been told to avoid the neighbors. Never looking at their house, not knowing their names, completely in the dark about their whole existence. But she is curious...
