18. Getting Beat Up Again
Taemin and I had to hurry back to school, since it has been less than an hour and math was over. Now we were at lunch with the boys. Taemin kept sending me secretive glances, making me giggle. Onew noticed pretty quickly. 'What's going on you two? You both had sex in the bathroom or something?' He joked. I shook my head, and giggled. Taemin made a 'I'm zipping my mouth so I can't talk' action. Minho tutted. 'Well, whatever it is, cut it out. You guys are creeping me out with all your lovey dovey crap.' He whined. I slapped his shoulder playfully. 'We aren't being all lovey dovey, Minho. We just have something we share together. Don't be jealous.' I told him. He tutted again, but he grinned all the same. We continued eating, when the bell rang. I waved goodbye to the boys, seeing as I had to get my science books from my locker. J-Jong said he would meet me in class.
As I took out my books, I heard a noise outside. Ok, let's be real, I was curious. It sounded like bones cracking. 'Huh?' I mumbled, walking outside. There seemed to be nothing, when someone covered my mouth, and brought my hands behind my back. I muffled a scream, but it couldn't be heard. I was taken to the back of the school, where I was blindfolded, and tape covered my mouth. Oh no. This is the same procedure that happened whenever I was going to get beat up. Shit.
Once I was blindfolded and stuff, the familiar voice that I hated with all my heart, came out. 'Well, hello again, Paris. Missed me?' Drake taunted. I groaned mentally, but didn't make a sound. I felt a foot collide with my side, making me fall to the ground. The pain nearly killed me, tears forming in my eyes. 'Aww, can't say anything, can you? Now your dumb boyfriends can't save you now.' He growled, kicking me repeatedly. Each time his leg met my body, shots of pain would run up my muscles. Fuck. I'm back to being tortured.