I hadn't really known what had happened to me, just that it got me sent to the school nurse. I sat up on the stiff bed, it making a loud squeak as I was doing so, and closed my eyes. My head hurt, like somebody was slamming my head against the wall multiple times until I couldn't breathe. 

Oh, god. 

That didn't happen, did it? I really hope I didn't fight. I heard muffled voices from outside the room. I rested my head against the wall of the room, taking a deep breath. I tried to remember what had gotten me into this situation. Then it hit me....literally. I heard a knock on the door, a woman with short black hair peeking in a moment later. 

"How're you feelin, sweetie?" She asked. I nodded. 

"Just fine." I told her. She walked in with with a clip board and sat down at the end of the bed. "I just have a headache...what happened to me?" I asked. I already knew, but it never hurt to be sure. She smiled. 

"You don't remember?" I shook my head. "You got hit in the head with a dodgeball. Whoever threw it must have thrown it hard because it knocked you out cold." She took a deep breath. "You were unconcious for around 30 minutes" So I was right. I looked at the clock on the beige wall above the door. 2:45. I had an hour left of school. 

"Am I free to go?" I asked. I couldn't miss another day of history class or they would call my parents. What would I tell them, the truth about me skipping? Yeah, right. The nurse checked her clip board and flipped through some papers. She nodded slowly. 

"-but I don't recommend it." I told her I felt fine and with that she signed a paper and sent me back to class. I grabbed my bag and the paper and headed to my 7th period.  It was raining and I saw a few students running around campus like wild animals. They were skipping their 7th period. 

But I had a better reason to skip 7th period History, hell in a classroom, I liked to say. Kim Namjoon was in that class. There was something about him, something that scared me. He liked to pick on me about small things, stupid things, like my height. 

I could only take so much of him, so for the past 4 days I spent 7th period sitting under the cherry tree, writing down my thoughts. It was something the health teacher said helped with stress. 

And it's not like I couldn't take a little teasing, but so much of it would make me snap. I couldn't let anyone see me angry, sad, or stressed. I had a reputation to uphold. Not like I had much of one, but the little bit of reputation I did have was fairly good, a sweet, quiet girl.

I ran to class, not wanting the teacher to count me absent. My school was weird. If you were more than 10 minutes late, you were counted absent no matter what. Class stared 9 minutes ago. I rushed down the hall, my head down. I folded the note in my hands as I ran. 

I couldn't let my parents know I was skipping class. They would literally burn my ass. I busted through the door right as the clock turned from 2:45 to 2:46. I handed Mrs. Lee the paper and took my usual seat in the back with my head down. "S-sorry...I was in the nurse." I said before sitting down. 

I could feel my classmates' eyes on me as I pulled out my history book. "We're on page 912, shortie." A deep voice said. Damnit. I was hoping Namjoon fell off a cliff and plummeted to his death. What a shame, it would have been. I would have been possibly the only person smiling at his funeral. I would go home, knowing he wouldn't be a problem anymore.

But, Kim Namjoon is very much alive. I rolled my eyes and muttered a quiet thank you before flipping to page 912 and reading about the Political Reconstruction. Fifty minutes later the bell rang. I got up from my seat and stuffed my book in my backpack. I rushed out the door and headed toward the gate.

I was almost free, almost, when I felt a tug on my backpack. It yanked me down and I fell to the ground with a thud. "Where do you think you're going, shortie?" Namjoon said. I looked at my palm, which was scratched, and he offered his hand. I refused, waving it away. "Ayysh..." He said, grabbing my hands anyway, lifting me to my feet. 

He held my hands for a while, then smiled. He ruffed my hair. "See you tomorrow, shortie." He said. He brushed past me, ramming his shoulder into me, making me fall once more. 

"Bastard." I said quietly. I looked up and saw Jungkook, who was holding out his hand. 

"Watch your mouth, (Y/N)" He smiled. I waved his hand away and his smile faded. I got to my feet and picked up my bag. Jungkook took it from and and threw it around his shoulder. "Let's go." 

I tried to grab my bag back, but he insisted on taking it. "I don't know why you're being so nice to me..." I muttered. He was Namjoon's friend, if not his best friend. 

Jungkook laughed. "It's not like I wanted to. " He bumped into me. "I just pity you." He waved at a car and leaned against a wall, looking away from me. "Now, if Yoongi were being nice to you...there'd be something wrong." He motioned to the curly brown hairred man walking towards us, putting his square glasses on. 

I shivered at the thought. Min Yoongi. He wasn't exactly the happiest of people. Nor was he the nicest. I remembered when he got in a fight three times within a week, fighting a group of at least four people each. He was a heart breaker, brutally honest, that kid. "Hey, sis." He said to me. Oh yeah, he was also my half brother. He put his arm around me and nodded to Jungkook. 

I pushed him away and took my backpack from Jungkook. "Speak of the devil..." I said. 

"I'm not the devil, I just do his bidding." He said sarcastically. "Are you ready to go?" He jingled his keys in the air. I nodded and waved to Jungkook. "Later, Kook." He said.

"Bye, Kookie!" I yelled. He snapped and pointed at the sky. I walked with my brother to his car. "You know, oppa, you don't have to take me home." I told him. He got in the car and rolled down the passenger window. 

"Then you can walk." He said. he rolled up the window and I heard the click of the doors being locked. He sped off with a screech, leaving me in the parking lot. I knew he wouldn't come back, he never did. I found that out the hard way. I sighed and began to walk when a car beeped at me. 

"Get in." A familiar, hellish, voice told me. I turned to see a white Audi with it's top down. Inside was Jungkook and Taehyung. In the driver's seat, though, was Kim Namjoon. I looked at him for a moment before shaking my head. "I'll give you the choice; get in.." He said firmly, "..or get ran over. Which will it be?" He tapped his finger on the steering wheel, running his other hand though his hair. 

Reluctantly, I got in the back next to Taehyung. "I live on-"

"-Oh, we're not taking you home, shortie." Namjoon said. I could see his stupid dimple in the rear view mirror. I heard the click of locked doors. 

"Where the hell are you taking me then?" I demanded. Why did I even get in the car? Had he not pushed me down just today? I examined my hand, which was now bleeding. I pulled my sleeve over it, not to stain his white leather seats. 

"Put your seatbelt on."Taehyung said. "Safety first." I heard snickers from the front seat, followed by hysterical laughing. He frowned and crossed his arms."At least I don't like a girl like-"

"You'll find out when we get there, baby." Namjoon said. I blushed as I frowned.

"Don't ever call me that again." I snarled. I heard a beep from behind us and looked to see the row of cars lined up behind us. Namjoon flipped them off and sped away, putting on his sunglasses. Jungkook started clapping slowly, followed by Taehyung. 

"What?" He asked.

Jungkook pointed to his face and laughed. "You didn't break them!" 

"Normally, you break things when (Y/N)-" Taehyung began, bust slowly trailed off when looking at Jungkook's icy stare. "S-sorry.." 

I pretended to ignore it, but I was itching to find out what he meant. We rode to, other than music, absolute silence. Namjoon pulled into a parking lot of what looked like a house, but I couldn't tell, it looked more like a hotel. 

"This is my jib." He said. He got out and motioned us to come. I sat there and starred at the beautiful house, with fountains and everything. 

I got out and stood in his driveway, my mouth gaping wide open. "Y-you live here?" I asked. He nodded slowly. Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed and dizzy. He sighed and motioned me to come again. I got out of the car slowly and he locked the doors, unlocking the door to his house. 

"Aren't you gonna come in?" He said.