Without You

Chapter 8

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It was very awkward in art class. Jungkook was back to just slouching on his chair and napping. Our classmates noticed. I bet they thought we fought.

"JiYoon." Jungkook groans. I look over at him.

"Can you move your bag? It's in the way and I can't stretch out my legs." He says. I scoff and ignore him.

Now that I think about it, not being his friend is great. I can burn myself without worrying about him figuring out.

He kicks my bag towards me, and guess what falls out.

My lighter.

I quickly grab it, looking at Jungkook. His eyes are still closed.

I put it in my bag again, and keep it by my side.

"I told your sister everything." I say, hoping he'd at least talk to me after that. He opens one eye and looks at me.

"What?" He says.

"I told your sister yesterday about everything you've done in school since the first year." I say. "She asked. I answered."

He sits up on his seat, and the school bell rings. I grab my bag, put it on my back, and leave the room.

"Yah!" Jungkook shouts. As bad as I want to turn around and have him speak to me, I ignore him and keep walking.

"Yah!" He shouts louder. I really want to turn around. I don't know why but, I really want to talk to him.

He grabs my wrist and turns me to face him. He holds my wrist up in the air and holds it tight, making sure I can't escape from his grip.

"What did you tell her?" He says.

"I told her that you beat people up and you break girls' hearts." I answer. And then the couple comes up towards us.

"Hey! Jungkookie!" Jimin shouts, putting his arm around me. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing." Jungkook says, throwing my wrist down hard, having my fall down on my knees to the ground. I breathe hard.

I can see a crowd surround us.

"Get up." Jungkook says. I stay looking down at the floor, both my hands trying to grab onto it, even though it's flat ground.

I had an urge to grab my lighter and just burn myself right there. Burn myself bad, more worse than I already do. I wanted to scar myself with the burns. I started breathing harder and harder, trying so hard to not yell and grab the lighter.