Fake Love {A Min Yoongi Fanfic}

Chapter 12: The Threat

     Jiwoo and I walk towards the lunch table already filled by the 7 seniors. Suddenly, it hit me that I didn't finish my History worksheet from yesterday. I stop in my tracks, Jiwoo turning around in response.
     "Shit, I forgot to do 6th period homework. I'll skip today," I say, handing her my lunch tray that someone else could eat.
     "You sure?"
     "Yeah, sorry. Bye," I wave, pulling my binder from my bag as I leave the lunch room towards the stairs. Pulling out my worksheet and a pencil, I find myself at the door to the roof with the door shut.
     I lodge the pencil in between the door and it's frame before hurrying to the warm pavement of the roof that has been soaking in the sun all morning. "Okay, um, question one," I mumble to myself, taking out my pen and spreading out my things over the ground. I open the textbook and search desperately for the answer. 'Gosh, if only I had my phone!'
     As I begin to find the answers in the book, the door suddenly opens. I don't look up, afraid it might just be Yoongi wanting to escape reality again or scold me on my manners.
     I immediately realize it wasn't him by the sound of sharp heels hitting the pavement with every step. Finally looking up, I see Jisoo, her arms crossed, and glaring down at me.
     "Can I...help you?" I ask, storing my paper back in it's spot in my binder so I could give her my full attention.
     "Stand up, freshie," she mutters, my heart dropping at her tone. I do as she says and stand back on my feet, my mind going back to my incomplete paper waiting for me to finish before our 35 minute lunch ends. "We need to have a talk."
     "About what?" I ask in a low tone, her heels adding height to her and enabling her to stand higher than me but shorter than Tae.
     "Kim Taehyung," she mutters, cocking an eyebrow at my sudden jolt at the name. "Look, he's been in love with me since Sophomore year and we have been together since then," she explains, my heart pounding faster.
     "Okay...so?" I reply, shrugging at her jumble of words that could mean nothing unless they came out of Tae's mouth.
     Her eyes darken in fury. "So..." she starts, mocking my tone and use of words, "he's not interested in a little freshie like you. I know you tried to kiss him at the party. Thank god I came in before his drunk ass could fall for it," she scoffs, scanning me up and down in disgust. My ripped jeans and navy flannel did not seem to meet her standards that were 7 cm heels, leather mini shirt, and a tight top that hugged her figure.
     "He's the one that tried to kiss me," I point out, crossing my arms only for her to scoff in a way that made me realize how small I actually was compared to her. "You saw it for yourself and know that his alcohol tolerance is way better than mine," I add, her breathing only growing heavier.
     "You little bitch. You'll regret this!" She mutters in a sharp, venomous tone that shook my core. And with that, she storms off, leaving me to think I won. My heart slowed down for a few seconds until she reached the door where she kicks he pencil before closing it behind her. 
     "Wait!" I scream, racing over the to metal exit, only to be too late. "Hey! Let me out!" I pound on the door several times until my fists bled from the repeated force. "Anyone! Let me out!" I cry into the thick door that was now locked.
     My heart increased speed once again. 'Oh my god, I'm stuck up here. And I don't even have a phone anymore!' Hurrying back to my stuff, I quickly pack it all away, tears swelling up in my eyes.
     My feet carry me over to the edge where I look down in hope that any students where outside for lunch, but none were to be found. "Oh no, oh no," I breathe, marching back over to the door and wiggling the handle for the one hundredth time.
     "Oh please open," I plead to the door, kicking at the rusting bottom. 'Someone must come up here around now, right? A janitor or something?'
     Giving up, my jelly legs finally also give in and drop me to the floor where I leaned against the door in pain. I didn't even know what time it was; all I knew was that the bell hadn't rung yet or I would hear it.
     'Oh, what's the use?' I think, heaving a shaky sigh as I do so. Surely someone would come, I just didn't know when. How long would I wait? Perhaps it would end sooner than I was thinking.
     Blood trickled down my hands and onto the shaded part of the roof I was under. I look at the purple, swollen, and bleeding knuckles with regret. Not only were my hands to turn to potatoes at the end of the day, I would probably be here until the end of the day.
     My stomach growled, making me wish I had eaten a bit of lunch. I had nothing but a bag of books and papers.
     "What if I'm stuck here for hours?" I ask myself, bending my knees up so I could hug them with my bloody hands. A breeze picked up as a cloud shadowed the sun, darkening the surroundings.
     A tear escaped each of my eyes and fell onto my bloody knuckles, stinging them. But just when I thought all hope was lost, the door a few inches behind me opens and the footsteps come to a halt at the sight of me.
     "Dea? What're you doing up here?" A voice asks, allowing my head to whip back to find Yoongi standing right behind me, his cold face staring down at me.