the two broken boys.

Chapter Two.

I rubbed my temples and stared at the teacher, trying so hard to just focus on what her lesson was about. I kept getting distracted because a certain boy kept staring at me. I was scared of him, but I was fed up with this shit. I put my hands down and glared at the taller boy. "Can you do me a favor and stop staring at me?" He chuckled. "Can you do me a favor and stop being so damn cute?" I felt my cheeks heating up and he smiled. "You're cute when you blush, baby." I quickly turned my head, not wanting to deal with his shit anymore. God, why did I have to blush when he called me that! What's wrong with me?

As a few minutes passed, I could tell he was getting bored. He kept tapping me on the shoulder. I knew he wanted to tell me something, but I wasn't interested in what he had to say. He tapped me again and I clenched my hands into fists. Why was he so damn annoying? "Babyboy, don't ignore me. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." He whispered in my ear. Did his voice just get lower? I bit my lip nervously and he tapped me one more time. When I didn't look over, he grabbed me by my chin, forcing me to stare into his dark brown eyes. He definitely wasn't pleased. He tightened his grip on my face and I started to shake as they started to fill my head. Unwanted memories.

This was all too familiar for me. Memories that I desperately tried to forget were now just coming back to me. It made my body shake more. "Stop," I whispered, and he cocked his head to the side slightly. He raised a brow and smirked. "Hm? What did you say, baby?" Something inside me changed. I glared at him and pushed him with full force. I watched, pleased as he stumbled out of his chair. "I said stop," I growled and looked back down at my feet. I could feel his eyes burning into my head, but I ignored the feeling.  I'm not dealing with this shit on the first day.

"Taehyung!" The teacher shouted, making me look at her. "We do not push other students in my class! It's your first day and you're already having a bad start." She yelled. "Jungkook, are you alright?" She looked at the boy on the floor.  So that's his name. Jungkook.  It's pretty. A shame he is such an asshole. I watched as Jungkook nodded and sat back in his seat. "Taehyung, if you touch another student again, there will be consequences." She glared at me and then turned back to the chalkboard, continuing her lesson.

"You'll regret that." He whispered, loud enough for me to hear. I rolled my eyes and looked back out the window. My body stopped shaking and I eventually calmed down. I glanced over at my books and grabbed my yellow notebook, flipping to a clean page. I took my pencil and started to write. Writing was my favorite activity. It made me feel better. It was the only place I could express my feelings. As I was writing, I zoned out again. I couldn't hear anything now, but I didn't care. It was better this way.

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I didn't realize how much time had passed, because before I knew it, the class was over. The bell-ringing snapped me back into reality and I looked over at the clock. Twenty minutes passed. I closed my notebook and picked up my books. "I need to find my locker," I muttered and stepped out of the classroom. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. I found my locker quicker than I expected, and it was very easy to open. I placed the books I didn't need inside and then stood up to close my locker, but I hesitated. I could feel someone behind me.

I closed my locker and then turned around and stared up at him. God, it's my first day and this asshole still won't leave me alone. "Jungkook, what do you want?" Without a word, he grabbed my shoulders again and pushed me against the locker. He let go of my shoulders for a split second, only to slam his arms close to my head. I winced, expecting him to hit me, but he just caged me in. "Didn't I say you'd regret it, babyboy?" He whispered in my ear. "I'll make this year a living hell for you if you don't tell me why you did it. Go ahead, tell me. Why'd you push me, honey?" He whispered in my ear. I was too scared to answer, so I just shook my head and shut my eyes tightly. "Baby, if I have to ask again, I won't be so nice anymore." He whispered again, but you could hear the venom in his voice. I still didn't answer. Suddenly, he slammed his hands against the locker again. "WHY'D YOU PUSH ME!" He shouted now. I opened my eyes, staring directly into his. I shoved him back and sighed.

"You want to know why I pushed you? Because you're a fucking freak who wouldn't stop staring at me!" I yelled. He looked enraged. You could practically see the fire in his eyes. His hands balled into fists and I realized how badly I fucked up. He slowly started to walk toward me, but I quickly dashed down the hallway. I didn't know where I was going, but in all honesty, I didn't care. As long as I was away from him.