just one day

18.

The next morning was deadly. When I say deadly I meant the tension between him and I. He hadn't spoken a word to me since last night.
At breakfast it was just forks against plates and glances.

Don't even get me started on the way to school. To make matters worst, we didn't even ride in his car. He had a personal driver take us in his limo meaning we both at to sit in the back together.

I stared at my phone most of the time, pretending not to looking at him and he read the daily newspaper like an old man.

He was silent, which also made him deadly. I couldn't know what he was thinking or how he was feeling which bothered me more.

I knew his feelings were hurt. I didn't say anything to hurt them but the way I pretended as if I didn't know why he said those things to me last night hurt him.

Of course they would.

I was brought out of my thoughts when the door opened, and Yoongi was already out of the car. Meaning we had arrived at school, I swallowed hard grabbing my bag and stepped out of the limo.

To also make matters worse, I happened to make us late today. But Yoongi shouldn't care because always being late was a thing of his.

I stepped out the limo with Yoongi was already waiting for me. The driver shut the door as both Yoongi and I made our way up to the school steps.

I followed behind the observant and quiet Min Yoongi, and couldn't help but wondered what bothered me most.

The fact that he hasn't spoken a word to me since last night or that fact that he wasn't even annoying me right now.

Or bothering me. Or doing anything that makes me want to hate him more.

We walk into the empty looking school side by side, neither of us had made eye contact with each other.

It was awkward and I already figured he was mad at me. Moments later we finally approached our first period, the one was had together.

I was already anxious about trying to apologize to him, I mean even though I wanted to pretend as if I did nothing wrong.

But I knew I did.
It was clear that last night he was trying to tell me that there's a reason for why he always worries about me, reasons for why he treats me the way he does, and the reason being is because he likes me.

But how was I supposed to confront something like that. Like what do I say after someone confesses to me.

The truth was I had already knew he liked me, I mean no guy just bothers a girl and then worries about her the next if they don't have any type of feelings or emotions towards the girl.

So now the decision was up to me. Deciding if I tell him that there is no way in hell that I'd like him back. Or man the fuck up and just tell him the truth.

I was brought out my thoughts when I noticed him reaching for the door handle. I stopped him by placing my hand on his wrist, causing him to look down at me.

It was the first time we made eye contact all morning, I swallowed hard.

"a-about last night" I say removing my hand, as he lets go of the door.

"What about it" his voice cold and stern, I knew he was still mad about the situation.

"I-i.. uh" I stutter.
God, Maya. Get yourself together.

He sighs in frustration causing me to be even more nervous.

"I'm sorry"
I say quickly before opening the loud screeching door, which obviously brought attention towards us.