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—"i honestly think hana's plotting a murder," i spoke, chugging down my chocolate milk, leaning on the couch of my living room.
my brother laughs, not looking at me, changing the channel, "on?" he asks. "me," i say.he continued scrolling through the channels, still not looking at me, "why do you say that?" he nonchalantly questions.
i sigh, pursing my lips, as i see the channels on the tv screen being changed continuously. "because she texted me and i quote, 'i will ruin your life, your grades, your friends, your prom, and your date, park woojin,'" i exclaimed.
my brother's eyes widened. he finally stopped scrolling, then he looks at me. "what did you do after?" he anxiously asks.
i laugh, "blocked her stupid ass," before continuing to drink. he runs his fingers through his hair.
"i'm going to call the cops on this girl, i swear," he laughs. "let's put this away, okay? our last paper's tomorrow, i cant wait to nail it," i eagerly say.
my brother nods, agreeing. when i went up to my room, laying on my bed, i couldnt even concentrate. how could i? when a psychopath is out here, trying to ruin everything i have?
new text message from hana:
can't seem to concentrate? woopsnew text message from hana:
wait till i ruin you, aranew text message from hana:
we'll start with your gradesnew text message from hana:
well it says here that you're a top studentnew text message from hana:
let's see if our top student can still hold her title
even after having a lot of distractions to go through :)i looked at my phone, "what the f–? didnt i already blocked you?!" i threw it away, somewhere far away so i wouldnt get distracted.
not going to lie, i feel unsafe, insecure, why am i feeling afraid even when im in my own damn house?
after a while, i hear my phone ring. i stood up, picked it up, and it showed: "hana"
what the? how? i was contemplating whether or not i should pick it up.
ongoing call
hana
YOU ARE READING
in time. / park woojin!
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