Jock?

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Your POV

"Look at what your best friend received with all due respect!"

"What is it Tae hee?"

"What.. come on.. is it necessary to treat every news with a frown on your face??"

"Duhh"

"Cheer up dude
it is a PARTY INVITATION." , she almost shouted in the school corridor.

"Party... oh wait wait wait wait..
You don't mean it is THAT party,
do you?", I held my breath.

"Of course bitch why else would I be so excited.", Tae hee smirked playfully.

"Hello I am not going to that jock's birthday party. ", I had almost finished my sentence until I saw the aforementioned 'jock'.

Yes Choi Seungcheol or let's cool-ly call him S

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Yes Choi Seungcheol or let's cool-ly call him S. Coups.
He was always smiling, somehow smiling while stomping on my nerves.
Never has he done the favor of lifting up his eyes to look at me.
Whenever he does, he quickly moves them away to the other girls surrounding him like worker bees around a Queen.
I mean..
What does he even think of himself like he's got a perfect face a perfect body the perfect voice the perfect grades but still...

Unlike every other girl of SOPA High,
I, personally, hate seeing him cheerfully walk across the hallway.

Because I personally like him a lot more than the other girls.
.
.

"Dude you've got to come.
You are my lucky charm and I can't loose my chances with his best friend Yoon Jeonhan.
Duhh
Who knows if he likes me already?", Tae hee whined like a kid.

"I'm sorry but am I talking to the person who is going to feed me two pizzas and a butterscotch mousse?"

"Yesssir."

"Okay then I might as well go."
.
.

At about seven in the evening, an excited Tae Hee vigorously shook at the door waiting for it to be answered.

Opening the door, I was taken aback by her scary-looking expression, in a unicorn onesie,
"Hi bestie
I cam PREPAREDD", she shouted while hugging me, thereby sharing her vigorous shaking with my fragile bones.

"Are you kidding me??
You mean that suitcase...", i pointed to a silver suitcase she was busy opening;

"is full of Party dresses?"

"you bet ya", she winked at me with a salute.

"I'm pretty sure, you would have otherwise worn these...", she opened my closet with stars in her eyes, and closed immediately with the lack thereof.

"let me do the honor", was her last statement before I went on a roller coaster ride with one outfit after another.
Some were too short for my liking, and the others showed some cleavage I clearly didn't see the need for.

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