My Bully

A Crappy Family Reunion

I rush forward to embrace my dad  his strong arms wrap around me. I feel like I'm in a shell, where it's only me and him. I never want to leave. I would break if I did  now that he's back, I'm whole again. All the little arguments with Yoongi seem so stupid now  

My father kisses the top of my head  "I've missed you, Anna," he whispers.  

"Why did you leave?" I sob. "You didn't have to go! Why did you?"

"I know, baby girl. I'll explain everything when we get home."

I pull away. "Mom's at home. What is she going to say when she sees you?"

He sighs. "I don't know. We'll just have to find out."

I shake my head. "I have to stay. I've skipped class to many times."

"Or is it that you want to stay with you boyfriend?" Yoongi spits. My face turns bright red. "That's right. I know. I'm pretty sure you can guess who told me."

"Jimin," I growl. "He swore he wouldn't tell."

"Well he lied." Yoongi smirks at me.

"I'm going to kill that little piece of sh-"

"Don't you dare touch Jimin!" he shouts.

I raise my eyebrows with a small smile. "Why? You don't... like him... do you?"

His ears turn pink. "W-What? No! Why would I? He's just a friend, Annabelle!"

"Children, please calm down," my dad pleads. Clearly he's not used to the whole "dad" thing.

"You know what, I don't care." I turn away. "Do whatever you want with Jimin. I'm staying here."

I walk away from the two men, heading towards the girls bathroom. The only empty place that I can go where they can't follow me. Well, alone-ish. From within one of the stalls, I hear a girl talking on the phone.

"Don't worry babe," she's saying as I walk into one of the stalls. I close the door, and she stops talking.

"I have to go," she mutters. "There's someone else here. Yes, I love you too. Bye." She hangs up, unlocks her stall, and walks out of the bathroom. I whip out my phone and send a text to Jungkook.

Me: Hey, you there?

Bunny: Yeah. What's up?

I laugh, surprised that he replied so quickly. I shoot off another text.

Me: Are you in class, or still roaming the great outdoors?

Bunny: Haha I'm in class. Why? Where are you?

Me: Um, I'm sort of... hiding in the bathroom.

Bunny: Baby, what's wrong?

Me: Got in another fight with Yoongi.

Bunny: Need my help?

Me: Yes please!

Bunny: Okay, what bathroom you in?

Me: Right across from the office.

Bunny: Be there in a sec, baby *wink*

Me: Thanks.

I put my phone back into my pocket, leaning against the stall door. After a few minutes of waiting, I hear a small voice from outside.

"You can come out now, baby," Jungkook says.

I unlock the stall door and rush out into the hallway. Jungkook pulls me into his arms.

"Oh my God, thank you so much," I say into his shirt.

He laughs, stroking my hair. "Why was this so important? It's not like you were going to die."

I hit him playfully. "My brother is scary," I lie.

"Clearly."

We stand like that, him holding me, until the bell rings. I pull away as students fill the empty halls.

"What class do you have next?" I ask.

Jungkook frowns. "Not sure. Math? English? I'll just come to class with you."

I smile. "Okay. I have English. Let's go."

He takes my hand and I lead him down the hall to my English class.

"Ah, Mr. Jeon," the teacher, Mrs. Park says. "Glad to see you've decided to join us today."

Jungkook stops. "Wait, I have this class?"

She nods. "You sit next to Miss. Min, right there." She points to the desk next to mine before walking to the front of the class.

I grin. "Looks like you got your wish."

"I'm never skipping this class again," he mutters, giving my hand a squeeze.

"Please take your seats, everyone!" Mrs. Park announces as the bell rings.

We walk over to our desks and sit down. The teacher starts the lesson. I reach into my backpack for a piece of paper, grabbing one for Jungkook. He smiles at me and starts taking notes. I do the same.

I've finally started to feel comfortable when Jungkook's hand subtly moves onto my lower thigh. I glance at him. He's still writing notes on his paper. I look back down at my own. His hand slowly moves up my thigh.

"Jungkook," I hiss, moving his hand back down. "What are you doing?"

"Annabelle," the teacher snaps. "Stop distracting Jungkook and pay attention."

I glare at Jungkook, who smirks at his paper. He massages my thigh gently, still looking at his paper. I bite the inside of my cheek, struggling to pay attention. , but his soft fingers pressing against my leg make it very hard to. He moves his hand pressing harder. I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

"Annabelle!" The teacher shouts. "Now is not the time to be sleeping!"

I open my eyes. "Sorry ma'am," I squeak.

Jungkook chuckles lightly, then returns to "taking notes." His hand moves even higher, resting just below my hip. His finger push little circles in my skin. When I give no reaction, he huffs in anger. He moves his finger a few inches over. Before I can stop myself, I let out a gasp.