You nervously paced around the empty gym on Monday after school. *I can do this! I can act!* You told yourself.
But as soon as Jiyeon came into the gym, your self-confidence deflated like a balloon. Her cat-like eyes seemed to pierce through your skin and for a moment, you were scared she had found out about your plan. *Don’t be scared. She’s human, just like you.* You curled your hands into determined fists.
Jiyeon stopped in front of you and crossed her arms, “What do you want? I have a life, you know. You can’t just keep calling me back and forth.”
“I- I just wanted to know. Was there anything that was truthful about you?” You asked. She blinked at you, not understanding your question. You tried again. “All the things you’ve said and done since you came to this school…were there any sincerity in them? You said I was your best friend. You brought me candy and hung out with me during lunch.”
Jiyeon laughed, “You think I was doing those things because I wanted to?” Your eyebrows scrunched together in the center. “Please,” She waved her hand like she was shooing a pest, “I was only using you to get to Daehyun. All the kindness I showed you was nothing.”
You felt your throat close up. For a minute you forgot about the plan. Youngjae had warned you not to get hurt but you couldn’t help it. “S-so our friendship meant nothing to you?” You stammered.
“What friendship?” Jiyeon smirked. You felt like she had slapped you in the face. “If there’s nothing else,” She turned to go.
*Shoot! I almost forgot!* You blurted, “I never hit you!”
Jiyeon stopped and turned around, “Come again?”
You tried not to let your voice quiver too much. “Why did you pretend that I hit you? Friday after school you purposely stumbled into the wall so that Daehyun oppa would think that I pushed you. Then at my house you hit yourself and blamed me. It was your fault. Not mine.”
“Too bad your oppas don’t think so.” Jiyeon smirked, “You should’ve seen them fawn over me that day. Making sure I was okay and tending to my wounds.” You couldn’t help but react at her words. Your fists started to shake. Tears blurred your vision.
“I don’t blame you for being selfish. If I was you, I would want them all to myself, too.” Jiyeon smiled angelically, “Nice talking to you but I’m going to stop by your house because I ‘forgot’ my watch the other day.” Laughing she headed to the door but froze.
Youngjae was blocking the entrance. Her eyes shifted to the object in his hand and she began to shake, “I-Is that-“
“Yup! A video camera.” Youngjae smirked and patted the camera, “And this baby just recorded your true self. Congratulations for exposing yourself. Now everyone will know you as the bitch you are.” Jiyeon gulped. She stumbled towards him and reached out, “Give that to me.”
“No way. You know how hard I recorded this?” Youngjae held the camera high up in the air.
“GIVE THAT TO ME!” Jiyeon shrieked and clawed his arm.
“Jiyeon, stop-“ You grabbed her arm. She spun around and pointed an accusing finger at you, “YOU! YOU CONNIVING LITTLE BITCH! YOU TRICKED ME!”
“You tricked her first.” A voice spat. Jiyeon whirled around and her eyes widened, “Kang Eunhae…”
She came out of her hiding spot with serious eyes, “You tricked us.” Eunhae slipped her hands into the pockets of her jacket pocket and tilted her head, “Tell me, Han Jiyeon. For how long do you think you can trick people with your innocent look? You’ll be banned from this school and rumors of you will float into the next town. You won’t be welcome anywhere.”
“At this rate, she’ll be banned from Korea.” Youngjae thoughtfully gazed at the camera, “I wonder what will happen if this video is posted on the school website…”
Jiyeon’s eyes widened in horror, “You wouldn’t!” “I so would after what you’ve done to Yeojin.” Youngjae resentfully glared at her.
“We’ll give you a chance, Jiyeon.” You said. She whirled around and stared at you. “If you apologize to me and transfer schools now, we won’t give the video to the principal. But if you continue to harass me, I can’t let you stay here.”
“MUH?!” She yelled in outrage.
“I say we give the video anyways.” Youngjae put oil on the fire.
Jiyeon screamed, “DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” She raised her hand.
Eunhae gasped in horror. But a hand reached out and grabbed Jiyeon’s wrist. All of you looked up to see Zico smirking at her. “Sorry but I won’t let you hit my girl.”
Eunhae firmly scolded, “Han Jiyeon, that’s enough! You’ve done enough damage!” “SHUT UP! I COULD DO MORE THINGS THAN THIS!” Jiyeon yelled in rage. “Damn. This girl needs psychological help.” Zico shook his head.
“Let go!” Jiyeon struggled.
“Jiyeon, don’t-“ Eunhae stepped up. Jiyeon tried to hit her as well. This time Youngjae grabbed her arm. Eunhae blinked in surprise. Jiyeon tried to run away but Youngjae tightened his grip on her. “Han Jiyeon, you’re done now.”
Jiyeon stopped struggling. Her face fell and she stared at the four faces in front of her. Her arms became limp and the guys let go of her.
You felt bad for her but on the other hand you were relieved.
*This is it, right? No more drama anymore?*
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