One Month |《BTS JIMIN》

Chapter 18

Everyday, I feel myself drawing further away from Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung.

I mostly sit with Stephanie now in the cafeteria, since we are partners for the project, and the boys are busy with their own girls.

I've tried talking to Jimin in class like the last time I did when I got tired of Adiata flirting with him, but Adiata always used the excuse that they had to discuss their project and couldn't risk anyone plagiarising their work.

Jimin would then look at me sadly since that was a good excuse for me not to talk to him, and usually just places his focus back onto Adiata.

I myself had to focus on my own project, so I barely had time to hang out with the boys.

How I knew that Jimin and I were really drifted, was when something happened to me and he just stood by watching.

I was walking down the hallway, heading to the dorms, when I passed Adiata's popular group along with Jimin beside her.

He was absorbed in saying something to Hayen, and didn't notice me as I walked past them, while I was staring at him the whole time, waiting for him to say hi to me.

I didn't know what happened next, all I knew was that Adiata stuck out her foot at the last minute, and I was walking away too fast to dodge it.

I tripped over her feet, sprawling onto the ground, my left arm supporting my body from crushing my right arm.

I looked back to see Jimin looking back at me with wide eyes, but instead of stopping to help me up, Adiata started tugging on him, and he focused his attention on her, ignoring the fact that Adiata may have caused my right arm to break.

I got up slowly to my feet, tears brimming in my eyes.

First, I walked slowly down the hallway, recalling what just happened. It turned into a fast walk, and then a sprint to my room, as it dawned on me.

"Why did he do that?" I whispered under my breath.

When I got back into my room, I slammed the door behind me, turning around to lean on it, before the tears overflowed.

It started with a quiet sob, before whimpering, and then brawling it all out. By then I was sitting on the floor, leaning against the door, head tucked in between my shoulers.

The boy I trusted the most, had turned around and stabbed me in the back in the second time that I needed him the most.

It doesn't end there.

When I stopped crying, my face was tearstained and sticky, my eyes and nose were red, and my hair was in a mess. I had cried for around an hour, which made it five in the afternoon.

I heard a knock on the door, and opened it without tidying myself up.

I wish I hadn't opened that door, because Adiata, Hayen and Gevonne were standing outside.

When they saw me, they snorted and burst out into laughter.

Adiata took out her phone and snapped a picture of me, but I didn't notice. I only knew when a picture of me with the caption 'result of drugs' was being sent around in the school, and when Stephanie told me about it.

"So, Austelle, I have some good news to share." Adiata winked at me and giggled.

"What is it?" I mumbled while trying my best to give her my scariest death stare.

I think it just made me look worse because Hayen and Gevonne's mouths twitched.

"Well, me and Jimin will be acting out a Korean wedding as our project! He'll be the groom, and I'm the bride! I came here to ask if you wanted to be one of the bridesmaids. We already got Stephanie to be one, now we just need one more person." Adiata smirked at me while asking.

My eyes widened in horror, and without giving an answer, I slammed the door in Adiata's face and locked the door.

What's going on right now? It couldn't get any worse, could it?

I was wrong about that, because when I went out to eat dinner with Stephanie, all she could talk about was how nice Adiata's skit would be, and how excited she was about it. She even tried to persuade me to join in with her.

Of course, that was the last straw, and I snapped.

"I'm sorry Stephanie, but I don't think I can continue being your friend if all you can think about is the girl who fractured my arm! I'm doing the project on my own. We're done!" I shouted in Korean, before leaving Stephanie and my unfinished plate of rice in the food stall we were eating at.

I thought that maybe she would run after me and tell me she was sorry, and ask to be friends again, but to my surprise, she didn't.

Well, I guess this is what fake friends are for.