Bully Without Jams

Chapter 27

Y/N POV

Another day of same routine, morning filled with chatters and crowd of students, friends happily reuniting again after two days off. Making my way through crowd, I finally reached my locker and lazily open it. Everything happened so fast as I caught sight of gabrage burst out falling down on my feet instead my gaze stayed on note stick inside the locker wall.

"Meet me at backside of this building"

"It was Jimin" 

I hastily whip my head toward the source of voice and met with group of students looking at me expectantly.

I keep staring at them and they stare back confusedly.

Realization dawned on me that they were snitching Jimin about the trash, "Uh Oh thank you" I uttered which made their expression change into shocked one.

They probably think I am sick because this is not my usual self. Whenever someone snitch Jimin I wouldn't wait a second to go and throw on his desk infront of his all classmates. But today my mind is elsewhere...

Why would he do that?? That's totally unlike him.

I look down at trash laying around my feet, feeling of frustration and uncertainty growing inside me.

What should I do? Go to his class and face him? What if this note is for tricking me so that I won't go to his class directly?

Making up my mind I grab fits of them giving last glance to the group of students who excitedly gives me thumbs up. I throw the trash in dustbin and drag the entire ass dustbin with me. When finally I reach his classroom, I peek inside from door but he was not there.

So that's wasn't really a prank huh?

I give sheepish smile to his classmates when they send glares toward me for blocking their way on door before fleeing out from there.

Why he asked me to meet at backside of the building? What if he is going to play another game? because No one goes there...

Should I bring murder weapons with me? But I don't have fragrance spray let alone pepper spray.

Should I inform Mirae?

Nah...I shouldn't be afraid of him.

I exit the building as sunlight and breeze gently hits me. I glance at ny watch, I have to come back before class starts.

After few minutes I finally reach there and stops to take oxygen because I am panting hard from running all the way here. I need energy to confront him...My eye raked all over the place, it's like abondoned but clean at same time. Broken old funiture of classes were gathered blocking another way. Chairs was arranged as if group of student sits there. it's seems like it's hideout for some student. The wall was rough and the paint was slowly peeling off. I crept forward looking around and suddenly a hand grab my elbow.

He slam my back against wall knocking out all breaths from my lungs feeling pain shoot up from my back. I open my eye to shoot daggers at him but got suprised when his face was just few inches far from mine looking dead serious while trapping me with his arms.

I don't know why his seriousness always make me nervous.

His hazel lens gaze locks with mine, his mint breath was hitting mine which made me crunch my nose and I want to close my mouth even though I feel like dying from out of breath.

"What?!" I finally spoke up realizing position we are in. I place my hand on his chest ready to push him away.

"Are you in relationship?"