Kang Taeyang
I wake up to my alarm clock and wonder how I'd gotten to my room last night. Quickly getting ready for school, I throw on some clothes and go to school. I get to class just before the teacher comes in and quickly sit down. I feel the boys staring at me and my memory from last night returns. They'd shaken me awake and helped me walk to my room, tucking me into bed. At break, they all crowded around and I snap "Wae!" "It's just you looked so peaceful last night, it was hard for us to leave you alone." Himchan teases and I put my head down on my desk. I can sense the girls in the class talking trash about me. After a while, a couple of girls come up and ask if they can borrow me. Boys, being as clueless as they are, allow me to go, hoping I'd make friends. I sure as hell am not going to be friends with them. Into the storage room I'm led, where, of course, all the girls in class are. I sigh as they start ranting on about how BAP is for all of them and I shouldn't chain them down. "Can we just get down to you teaching me a lesson so I can go back to class?" I interrupt them and one of them snarls "Aish, this girl." And onto the kicking and clawing for a good ten minutes. After they leave when the bell rings, I go to the bathroom and dab at the cuts all over me with water. I smooth my hair back and make sure that I'm not bleeding too much. I slide open the classroom door and the English teacher turns on me, about to lecture me on being late. She stops when she sees my face. I grab the piece of chalk from her hand and write "I am sorry for being late. I was cornered by a bunch of immature, cowardly cats." A few people snicker as I sit down and I notice some of the girls are looking at me, not believing that I would actually come to class like that. I suddenly register pain in the wrist of my dominant hand, my left hand. Jongup leans over and asks me what happened as Zelo pokes at the claw marks that were on my shoulders. I hiss at Zelo to stop and say "Cowardly people, jealousy, stupidity." I feel someone brush aside my hair and smear something on my cuts, putting band aids on each of them. "Teacher, we're going to bring Taeyang to the infirmary, I don't think she can be in class like this." Yongguk calls up and they pull me there and make me lay on a bed. I feel like I'm being operated on by them as they clean the cuts on my arms and legs. Daehyun checks my ribs and I wince slightly when he presses something. Without hesitation, he pulls up my shirt and I shut my eyes embarrassed. "What's it look like?" I ask. "Oh, nothing, just a reeaalllyyy deep cut. Sorry," He says and quickly pours cleaning alcohol on it. "Ow, ow, ow ,ow, owwww." I mutter and he bandages it. "Do you thin k something is wrong when something is swollen?" Zelo asks and Himchan leans over me, looking at my left hand. "Yep, Taeyang, your wrist is sprained. Is that your dominant hand?" I nod and he sighs. "Jongup, write notes for her for the next week." He nods and I start to sit up but am pushes back down. "You will sleep here for an hour, we'll come check up on you." Youngjae commands and they leave me curled up under the blankets. I'd barely dozed off, when the door slides open and familiar whispers of jealous girls invade the quiet space. Oh god, can't they just leave me alone for a few minutes? I close my eyes and I feel them snipping off small pieces of my hair. Having enough of it, I sit up and grab the scissors, scooping up the girls hair and pretending to cut it all off. "This is how you cut hair." She screams and they step back. "You know what I really reaalllyy hate? Bitches that can't keep their mouth shut. You know what I hate even more? Girls that think of people and boys as objects. 'He's not your, he's ours.'" I mimic and stand up. "Do you know how stupid that sounds? What if your boyfriend treated you like a object? Him saying that he can hit her when he wants to, just because she's his." Some of the girls hiss at me to shut up, but I'm just getting started. "For one thing, using your nails to hurt someone is soweak, that I can't even begin to elaborate. I glance around and smirk, looking at one of the girls. "Like you, you're the daughter of the principal. You get anything you want, but you can't have BAP. That just frustrates you, a spoiled little rich girl that doesn't know anything about life, that you have to take it out on people that have what you don't." She twitches. "Honestly, I hate those type of girls too, because they're just so weak and immature, that I know that they wouldn't survive in the real world without their daddies." She snarls and leaps forward, punching me in the stomach. "Look who's talking bitch, you can't even dodge that." I cough, blood staining my lips from the power of her punch. Grinning, I punch her in the face, causing her to stumble back. "Did you know why you don't have a boyfriend? Because everyone knows you reconstructed your whole face because every guy you asked out told you you were ugly. And I get that you want to be pretty, but no one has respect for someone that fixes their face with plastic surgery." A few girls mutter "Burn." She holds her nose. "Ask anyone you want to about it, they'll answer the exact same way." I smirk and walk past her, out into the hall where BAP was waiting with my bag. Daehyun, Yongguk and Zelo all have shocked faces, but Jongup just looks at me with pride. Youngjae takes out a tissue and wipes the blood from my mouth. "Let's go home." Himchan says and we do. When we step inside the door, I quickly go to my room to change out of my blood stained clothes. Pulling off my shirt, I turn towards my closet and scream.

Notes

Sorry I couldn't update for two weeks. I was on vacation and couldn't bring my laptop. I hope this chapter is okay, I guess I shouldn't be writing it at two am, but I am. Subscribe and comment if you want me to add anything. ^-^