Jealousy

                                    

                                          
Mallorie 
                          
It's been about two and a half years since I was in Busan with Young Hyun and the others. My senior year was finally almost finished. I've missed them all so much, but thanks to cell phones, we've been able to keep in touch. Every day at lunch, it's perfect timing for Young Hyun and I to video chat. He has to wake up at 5:30 am, but he said that it was okay. We text each other all the time, whatever the time may be. Hell, I stayed up until 4:30 in the morning once.
                          
Right now, it was 6:45 in the morning. Today, I decided to wear my black skinny jeans, red Converse, a white tee-shirt, and my Taking Back Spring sweatshirt (I ordered it off of a site where you can make a sweatshirt). It had their logo on the breast, and their name down my left arm. I may or may not have also sent the boys some... After I brushed my hair and did my makeup, I walked out to the bus with my two younger sisters. They were thirteen and seven. It was cold, with the wind spraying water in my face. I didn't get much sleep last night, due to stress. It's been like this lately. Going back to my old school, exams, the fact that I can't be with my best friends...  Speaking of friends, Yoongi, I talk to him occasionally. Not super often, but every couple days, we have a nice long conversation. Same with Taehyung.
                          
"Lowie? Can I hold your hand?" My youngest sister, Mia asked. I looked to her cute, little, starfish hand that was grabbing at the air.
                          
Letting out a pained smile, I said, "Sure." I grabbed her hand. Her dark brown hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing her hazel eyes and long eyelashes. With her free hand, she drug along a pink backpack with some cartoon character design.
                          
"What about me?" Margot batted her eyelashes. She was the other sister. I glared at her.
                          
"No." She looked down and frowned. "You're fourteen, deal with it."
                          
"So? Age doesn't have to do with anything!" She put her hands on her hips and stuck her tongue out at me.
                          
"Maybe it doesn't. Now shut up and take Mia's hand." I dragged Mia over to Margot. Margot rolled her eyes and reluctantly took her hand. The bus turned the corner.
                          
"Haha! Let's go!" Mia said, dragging Margot to the door of the bus. The doors opened the they ran on. After the other 12-ish people got on, I followed on last. I sat in my usual spot, on the right side, the seat behind the wheel.
                          
After 15 minutes and some kid screaming "PROFANITY!" 9,342 times, I got off the bus and walked to my locker. I shared it with a great friend of mine. Her name was Luna. She had blue eyes and maroon dyed hair. Even though she was psychotic, she had a loving, "mother-like" personality. She was really sweet. We've known each other since kindergarten. She wasn't here yet. In fact, she hasn't been here for a while. She fell on her bike and really hurt herself.  I don't expect her to be back for quite some time.
                          
As I was walking, I saw my acquaintance Christopher. He waved as he walked away. I've had a huge crush on him since the eighth grade. He was tall, cute, and a super dick. When I met him, he was new from Georgia. He was really sweet and polite and had the cutest accent. But as he started making friends and fitting in, he was not-so-nice and was really rude to most people- especially me. Maybe he liked me at first, but... Ugh. Nevermind. Now I have Young Hyun, who's way more attractive and sweet. Young Hyun would do anything for me, whereas Christopher doesn't give a rat's ass about me.
                          
"Hey, Mallorie." Christopher called at me. His deep brown eyes stared deep into mine. I walked a little closer to him.
                          
"Yeah. What?" My hands were shaking. As much as I hated him, I still kinda liked him.
                          
"I like your jacket. When did you get it?" Who asks when you get something?
                          
"Oh, uh... Like last week." I looked at his outfit, trying to find something of his to compliment. Damn this boy dresses weird... Who wears basketball shorts and tights?