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fourteen.

it's crazy how one minute, it's snowing in february and the next it's sunny in april - can you believe it? it was getting closer and closer to the end of the year, which meant i was going to graduate in three months. i didn't want high school to end, to be honest with you. i loved the thrill of being a teenager, of having no regrets. but looking back, i had a lot of regrets.

saerin was playing a game on my phone, my eyes focused towards her excited face. study hall was always crowded in the mornings. if it weren't for my friends and i being there, the cafeteria would be dead silent. i was pulled out of my view to see you standing up, making your way to the teacher. you asked him something, to which he grunted and pulled out a bathroom pass from his bag. you held it in your hand, walking out of the cafeteria.

minutes after, ryujin stood up and asked for a bathroom pass as well. she walked out of the cafeteria, following after you. i should've gotten up, to see what was going to happen. in the end, my feet were stuck into the ground, prohibiting me from.

ryujin went to the same bathroom you were in, waiting for you to exit the stall. when you did, you walked to the sink to wash your hands. ryujin stood behind you, glaring at you through the mirror.

"what do you want?" you asked her, not bothering to look up.

"is it true you broke up with yoongi?"

you paused at her words, looking at her through the mirror reflection, "we never dated."

"oh really? so tell me how after four months of spending time with him, you two just magically decide not to talk anymore?"

"what's your problem? why do you even care?"

"i care because he goes for you but not me!"

you turned around, furrowing your brows at her, "huh?"

"about two years ago, i liked him a lot. i confessed to him at a party and he rejected me. but when you come along, he actually gives you a chance instead of giving me one."

"you have a boyfriend now, so why does all of this even matter to you? you don't like him still, do you?" you asked her, swallowing a lump in your throat at the words 'boyfriend'.

"no, of course not," she stated, stepping closer to you. "it matters because he spent his time screwing a slutty whore."

you held back your shock at her statement, "we didn't have sex, so don't go making assumptions."

"oh but i do know, almost everyone knows how you practically threw yourself at him."

your face went pale, "what?"

"awh, that's so cute. no one's told you yet? yoongi went around telling everyone about how you were in bed, how you practically begged him to do dirty things to you. you forced him to give you pet names and acted like some kind of whore on the streets. you're so pathetic, confessing your feelings to him thinking he'd actually want to date someone like you."

you froze, her words hitting you like a knife. you pushed her out of the way, running out of the bathroom. you ran down the hallway, watching as people stared at you.

you realized in that moment the true meaning behind all of those stares, all of those dirty looks. it was because of all the things yoongi said about you, all of the things that made people think of you differently.

you turned the corner, leaning against the wall. covering your mouth, you slowly let yourself sink to the floor. you balled into your knees, your quiet sobs filling the empty halls.

none of the things he said were true, yet everyone believed him. because in their eyes, your words meant nothing to them.