The Chapter In Which Thin (1/1)

Chapter 3     “I don't know how, but you're going to fix this.” Jonghyun was outside the washroom.     “Come on, man! It's the girl's washroom. I'm not going in there.” Apparently, so was Minho.     “The faster we get this over with, the faster we get a bed to sleep on.” Taemin let out a yawn after completing his sentence.     “Why don't you go in, Taemin? You can pass off as a girl... Ow~ Key! What was that for?”     “That's for being an asshole today.”     “We have all night to play this game. You can either go in and get Marisa, or we'll just simply stand here, pointlessly, wasting my time, our time, your time...”     “Onew! Not you too?”     It made me smile a little knowing how much they cared for a complete stranger. There were a few stumbles into the washroom; they probably had to resort to pushing Minho in.     “Fuck life and everything about it.” Minho never seemed like the type to be so hot-headed. Maybe he's just tired? Whatever his reason, I did feel that I provoked it – somehow. I wiped my eyes of my tears, put on a smile and stepped out of the stall.     “Sorry. I had to use the washroom.”     He gave me a glare. “How can anyone tell such a bad lie? I can see it from your eyes that you've been crying.” It's true; I'm an awful liar. After that, there was silence.     Key stuck his head in, “honestly, Minho. Do I have to teach you how to make an apology?”     An apology? If it's anything, I should be the one making the apology, but I heard my conscience asking me why I would do that. Honestly, I wasn't sure why I would have to be the one saying sorry, but it slipped out of my mouth. “Sorry,” I heard myself unconciously saying.     “Why are you saying sorry?” Minho asked, confused.     “Er...” why did I apologize? I was nervously biting on my lower lip. Minho just kept on glaring at me. “I'm sorry,” I heard myself saying again, but being close to a murmer. It seemed as though he didn't really catch what I said.     “You really have to speak up.” It was intimidating. He was intimidating. I just wanted to run out of the washroom, but my feet were planted firm into the ground. I could literally hear the pounding of my heart echoing through the washroom walls. My face was burning. Was it me, or were the walls closing in on me? I couldn't help but let out a scream. Minho's eyes widened. Realizing what I've just done, my mind just went into a frenzy. My feet led me outside the washroom, pushing past Minho as I ran out. “Let's just go, everyone...” what was suppose to come out a shouting, instead became a whisper.     “What did she just say?” I heard Jonghyun asking from behind.     I shakingly grabbed the megaphone from the hands of whoever was holding it, “Let's go... let's go!”     I couldn't understand a single word they were talking about in the van, but they were in an argument, for sure. I squeezed my eyes shut, cupping my ears shut with my palms; think about something else, and that something else just happened to be how stupid I happened to be, letting out a scream like that for no reason. That's probably why they're in an argument. Oh no! They're probably blaming Minho again.     I felt my body tense up and my hands jolting towards the leather seats as someone was tapping me on this shoulder. I slowly turned around; I had a very forced smile, my teeth clenching together tightly.     “Did I wake you from a nightmare?” Taemin asked politely with a rather concerned look on his face. I could take a hint, so I tried calming down.     I tried letting out a laugh, but even I could tell that it was completely fake. “Is something wrong?” I responded, my eyes avoiding any contact with anyone else's eyes, but I caught a glimpse of Taemin slightly smiling at me from my peripheral vision. I lifted up my head a little to smile back, this time being reasonably more natural.     “You're really quiet,” he said. “Don't be worried. We were just wondering if anything went wrong when you were in the washroom with Minho.”     I shook my head violently, my hands following, “no, no, no! Nothing went wrong.”     “Then why did you scream?” Key asked. The way that Key posed the question told me that he saw right through my lie. My head involuntarily turned about from the members, back to the mainroad. The driver was in his own universe, not even turning to share a look of sympathy, which I really needed right about now. It's been taught at school that you should never cover up a lie with another lie, but my mouth simply let loose willingly, spewing another lie.     “I saw a ghost.” I mentally slapped myself in the face. I could still feel four pair of eyes staring at me concerningly, and one pair of eyes throwing daggers onto the back of my neck. I slumped into my seat, slightly unnerved by the fact that any sort of conversation had ended, but my body could still feel the eyes coming at me from the back. Thank God, my house finally rose from the horizon. Yet again, words just slipped out of my mouth, like the scream did. “Yes! Praise the Lord! I can finally get out of here!”     “What did I tell you? I told you that she's a crazy bitch!”  Hm ~ you think maybe this chapter is a little too long? The problem is, there's more that I wanted to add. I'll probably try telling the next chapter in Minho's perspective instead.