The Class Prince

Chapter 7 : Maybe It's love?

"JENNIE, WHERE ARE YOU?!" she screamed, almost making me drop my phone.

"M-m-mom," I stuttered. "I'm with a..."

I scrunched up my nose as I thought of Jisoo.

"Friend."

"What time do you think it is right now?! And on a school night?! Do you know how worried I was? Why haven't you been answering my calls? Where are you? Who are you with?" she started throwing questions without even giving me a chance to answer.

"Mom!" I said, finally interrupting her. "I'm sorry, something just came up and I wasn't looking at my phone, I swear I didn't do it on purpose."

"Swear?" She hissed. "We do not swear in this family."

I closed my eyes, squeezing a temple as I held back a sigh. "I promise," I mumbled hoarsely.

"Where are you?" she demanded. I sat there, scavenging my brain for a believable lie to tell. I obviously couldn't tell her that I was in the restaurant jisoo worked at because I got beat up by six delinquents.

"I was helping a friend with-"

"You got into a fight again, didn't you?" she said, knowing me too well. I paused, pursing my lips.

"No, I-"

"Jennie," she pressed in a more demanding tone. Knowing that it was already too late, I finally decided to just come clean.

"...Yeah, I got into a fight," I murmured in a small voice.

"I told you to stop fighting, didn't I Jennie, you promised to be on your best behavior once you transferred schools," she said, her anger turning into flat out disappointment.

"I didn't have a choice mom, it just... It just happened."

There was another long pause, and I anxiously waited for her to say something.

"Mom-"

"Taehyung never fought."

Once again, my emotions turned jagged and my insides tightened, my eyes slowly widening as I heard my mom's words that echoed in my empty mind. I was supposed to be used to it by now, but hearing it from your own mom, it was just too cruel.

Anger started to build inside of me, my hands starting to tighten as I gritted my teeth, but then I slowly unclenched, my eyes falling to my lap my vision started to blur.

It was always about v, wasn't it?

With the nausea that swirled unrestrained in my stomach, I made an attempt to speak in a steady voice, swallowing back the lump in my throat. "I'm not V," I whispered.

Another pause. "Well you should be."

And that's when the tears escaped, my quivering lips parting but not a word coming out. I could hear my heart beat, every single pound against my chest, the horrible pounding and pressuring arising, making it painful as the seconds went by.

"I really don't know why you two are so different when you were raised under the same roof," she sighed, not realising the impact of her words. And that's when everything just shut down, my mind going completely blank, my mouth speaking as if it had a mind of it's own.

"Well you know what, mom?" I blurted, roughly wiping away my tears. "I'm not your perfect little taehyung and I never will be. So yeah, I'm sorry for being the failure of the family. I'm sorry that your youngest daughter is such a disappointment, that I can't meet you and dad's expectations, that I can't be as smart or as great as V, or anywhere near as talented as he is!" I sucked in a sharp breath to catch my breath. "I'm sorry for all my flaws and my imperfections, I'm sorry for being human and I'm sorry for being me!" I yelled, my voice shaking in emotion. But then, for some reason, my voice reduced into nothing but a whisper. "Why can't you just love me for me?"