City of Love | m.yg

Chapter 24

My gaze was in my phone, rapidly typing up replies to my family who were excitedly raving about the Rising Virtuoso magazine that was mailed to them today.

I had gotten my copy too, but I was too nervous to open it, so I left it in my room.

My heels clacked against the floor, leading me to my dorm room. I didn't exactly notice the voices and giggles from inside and opened the door without a second thought.

"God she thinks she's all that. She gets her big moments in concerts, she's in magazines, she's idolized. But all she does is play accompaniment anyway," Lorraine's voice groaned.

"And it's not like that helps us anyway. So remind us again why we agreed to be friends with her for this long?" Clementine huffed.

"You guys...this is so mean. We're her friends. We've made memories and helped each other through the worst of times. Especially her," Giselle piped up.

"She's the nice girl, that's her role. Doesn't change the fact that she's annoying. Thinking she's little Miss Perfect. As if she's all that," Lorraine quickly retorted.

My grip on the doorknob tightened, concentrating all my shock and rage into a central point.

I let the door open fully, making them aware of my presence. They quickly turned to me with innocent looks on their faces as they greeted me.

I could see my unopened magazine behind Clementine's back, opened and looked through.

I snatched the magazine from her wordlessly, bringing it back to my room. I was at a loss for what to do. I wasn't sure if I should feel hurt, angry, or relieved that Yoongi and Jae were right.

"Su..." Giselle said slowly.

"Save it," I hissed.

"You heard," Lorraine sighed.

"Yeah, I have these things called ears. You seem to lack the brain to gossip privately though," I retorted.

The two of them turned it back on me.

"Oh so we're at fault?! Admit it. You're this naive girl who cares about her reputation and being liked. You'd do anything for that attention," Clementine said.

"God forbid I want friends right?" I said calmly. "You think I'm that shallow to care about my reputation? As if I ever gave a damn what people thought of me. Does it look like I'm crying in front of you right now? You were supposed to be my best friends, but it doesn't appear so. Am I crying about it? No."

Lorraine rolled her eyes, "Okay? And your point is? Doesn't change the fact that you're an attention seeker."

"I'm sure," I said shortly, brushing them off.

I wasn't sure what to do. I just wanted to get out of there. So I grabbed a spare bag I had and threw in all my school stuff I needed and a spare set of clothes.

"Where are you going?" Giselle asked softly.

"I won't be in a place where I'm not wanted. I have more self-respect than that," I huffed.

"You know you can't do that. You paid for this dorm with us to split," Lorraine interjected.

"And you'd know that I can easily talk to the financial advisor about it. And if not, I'll just pay back my family the excess money," I shrugged.

"Where would you go?" Clementine scoffed.

"The very same person who you so cleverly tried to get me to betray," I answered.

I brushed past them, stopping by Lorraine before I walked out of the door.

"By the way, if you're so bothered about things like my reputation, you should look at your own. Jealousy isn't appeasing. And we all know green has never been your color," I whispered