HIS 'PAIN-IN-THE-ASS'

CHAPTER: 2

Y/N POV:

I saw that monster eating the whole of that submarine. He didn't even bother to ask me if I wanted one. He asks me out of the blue—

"Have you ever kissed anyone?"

"No, but very shortly I'll be kissing my hot promise date"

I take the glass of water as I gulp it down. He raises his eyebrow as if expecting me to say more. I don't hold back. I stare at him, holding his eyes.

"Are you not curious if I've?" I gasp for a moment. Yes, I do wanna know. But I don't know why that matters to me. I hate him and I do because he's my enemy. I don't give in to him easily.

"No, after all anybody can guess that you might've played with many girls before. Even you're being kissed this instant too"

He seems confused at my remark. He waits for me as he holds my eyes. I wipe mu mouth as I say-

"Your lip piercing. It's just always lying there" And I legit think he just half smiled or let out a chuckle. I can't differentiate. He looked straight, as if he's looking over my shoulder.

I don't know, this man's confusing. If he wants to look at me, he should look me into my face right? I look away. He gets up from across the table and within two long strides, he covers the distance between us. He places his chair beside mine and he pulls the whole me and my chair towards him. I'm not sure if I blushed.

We were so close, just inches away that I felt like I could taste his mouth, the chill of his metal piercing. His hot breath fanned my skin. It's not like I've never sat beside boys or pressed mouths. Tae is my boy best friend. We hang out all the time. But this, there was tension in here. A warm buzz rose from my belly. I had no idea on how to respond. He came closet to me. He tilted his head as he rested his mouth on mine. With his raspy addictive voice that beat drugs, he told me—

"You're really a sick breed of women to cheat on your prom partner , ain't it? It's okay I know" he comes closer and tugs my bottom lip with his teeth. I close my eyes feeling his warmth, the pain and the chill of the cold metal resting against my lips now and the confusion of his words. He didn't kiss me yet. And yet the fact that I was growing in need of it, tensed me. I didn't respond to it. I didn't Want to let him know I'm easy. I'm not submissive. NO. But I don't relent. I don't stop him. He suddenly stops. He half smiles sending creepy butterflies, bats and rats down my stomach. He pats my head, peeks behind my shoulder and looks back in my eyes. Before I could get my justification, he kisses me on my forehead as he grabs his jacket—

"You'll see soon! Bye, darling"

Darling? Did he say Darling? Wtf is he...NO no snap out of it. He's not real. I turn back to see if people saw our act, trying to appear casual when my heart sinks. My knuckles turn white. And a bead of sweat trickles down my forehead and I know for sure I'm doomed. I see, none other than, Jackson across the room. His pale face. Jackson, my planned prom partner.

That douchebag. Asshole Jeon Fvcking Jungkook.

NEXT DAY

I'm sitting in the Library. Ms.Anne had asked the whole class to submit reports on civilization of the world. Rita tells me, "Fvck it! Listen girls. There's this hot spring themed part at Carrie's house next Friday. You all are joining okay?"

Sclera raises a thumbs up. I don't know, I'm Traumatized by the sale of events of yesterday. I say, "Guys, give me some time. I'm in a bit of hassle for the weekend. I'm stressed about the prom." They frown.