Chapter 1
This isn't a story were the girl get's the guy. This Isn't a fairy tale ending. I'll even let you know now I'm gonna die later on. Read this at Your own risk. Well I suppose we should get started...
My name is Choi Y/N I'm 17, and I'm in love. He didn't even realize I was alive. I guess that's how we all feel. Let's go back to the third month into senior year.
Author P.O.V.
You went to his locker as usual. He always skipped his other classes, but music class. You went every music class to leave him chocolates or a card in his locker. Park Jimin was his name. Him and his friends weren't trouble, but they weren't good news either.
After every time you put a gift in his locker you'd wait behind the wall just to see him open them. Soon enough the time came, and he went to his locker. You watched as he opened the chocolates and the cards. You also watched as he threw them away just like your heart. He never throws them out. What was different this time?
Y/N P.O.V.
(After school)
I went home after I finished the rest of my classes. As soon as I got in the door I was attacked with a punch in them face. I stumbled backwards a little bit holding my eye. I look up at my step-dad.
"Look whose home..." I've never liked him. I was in the foster system, my foster mom got married to this asshole about 2 months ago.
"What do you want?" I gritted through my teeth.
"Oooh look whose grown some balls." He grabbed my hair, "Don't think you can talk back to me."
"You don't own me." I said then spit in his his face.
I could see the anger in his eye. Well this isn't gonna end well.
Jimin P.O.V.
I knew she was watching while I opened my locker. I felt bad throwing the stuff away, but I want to protect her.
