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MALIA

I should've known. How could I not? How could I have been so stupid? To think that we'd actually be able to be friends. Or anything else for that matter.

I knew exactly what this was and that's where it's going to stay. I can't believe that I even thought about anything otherwise. Fucking idiot. Oh my God.

He texted me at around 8:30, asking if I was home. Asking me if I got home okay. Apologizing for not taking me home. Asking me if I'm okay.

I haven't responded to anything from him.

Being in my messages, though, I realized that Sebastian texted me and I never even texted him back. I apologized about it and he said it was fine.

He was only asking because he was going to ask me to grab food with him again if we were going on the same day. He left a day later than I did. I told him that Namjoon drove me because we live close but I might just take the bus back. I'll make up something to tell my parents.

I really don't feel like explaining anything to them.

"Lia? Come down so you can eat, baby." My mother calls from downstairs.

I open my bedroom door and walk down. My phone vibrates and I read Sebastian's text message.

I can pick you up if you want. I have to drive through there anyway to get back to school

It'll save you money. Especially buying a ticket during a break session. They gonna tax like hell

He's not wrong. The tickets for the bus are crazy expensive right now. And then I'd have to get on by myself with a bunch of strangers.

Mn-mn. Absolutely not.

We can do that then

Only if it's really not too much

Nah, it's cool. I got you, ma. I'm leaving in about an hour. I should be in your city by 11

I text him the address as I walk into the dining room. Quick knocking is heard on the door and my heart drops.

"That must be Nari and Namjoon." My mother says as she walks to the door.

"Why?" I ask, the words flooding out of my mouth before I can stop them.

"Aren't you guys leaving tomorrow?" She asks, pulling the door open. "We're gonna have breakfast together to send you off since you're leaving early tomorrow."

I blink at her. Namjoon walks into the house before his mother and takes his shoes off. His eyes bounce through the house before they land on me.

I look away and sit at the table, ready to eat my breakfast. It smells like butter and cinnamon. I hope that means that she made her special French toast.

"Good morning, Malia." Mrs. Kim says with a smile.

"Good morning." I reply as she walks over. She hugs me and I smile lightly.

Namjoon makes his plate and sits at the table across from me and I sigh through my nose.

"So, how was dinner last night?" My father asks.

"Good." I reply with no hesitation. Namjoon looks at me and I ignore his stare.

"Mom, you made French toast?" I ask my dad makes my plate.