Bullies with benefits - Chaelisa (converted)

PART 20

"You came." Chaeyoung gasps, opening her front door with wide eyes as I tuck a lose strand of hair behind my ear, rubbing my palms together to heat them up from this cold night.

Her jaw is slack and she has this astonished look in her face as she continues to stare at me. "I—I didn't think you'd actually come, brown ey—" 

I put a finger up and nibble on my lower lip, taking all the breathe that I could muster inside my lungs to make me strong enough for what I'm about to do or rather say to Chaeyoung tonight. "I didn't come here to be your fuck buddy." I managed to say, feeling my legs wobble as Chaeyoung stares back at me.

"I—I mean yes, the offer still stands but I want to talk about the rules, we need to talk about it—and—and change some and add some." I muttered, lips quivering as I close my eyes to calm myself down. 

Chaeyoung drops her shoulder and chuckles. "Oh?" she replies, humming. "Okay then, I'm cool with that." she adds, nodding her head as she opens the door wider for me. 

Before I take a step forward, I stop and make her look at me again, my face stoic. "This doesn't mean I forgive you, you know." I tell her, arching an eyebrow as she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms together.

"Damn, want me to write it on the sky with the jet, Brown ey—" 

I pucker my lips in frustration and frown. "—Please don't call me that." I whisper, walking past her and further inside her house as Chaeyoung closes it and locks the door.

"What? Don't like it?" she jokes, following close behind me as I stop by her living room, examining the place since this is the second—or was it third?–time I've been here. 

Shaking my head, I narrow my eyes on her. "Not really. I'm not stupid you know." I retort, watching her adjust the ends of her tank-top. And it's true, I'm on the run to being the Valedictorian of the school and also part of the newspaper committee so I know a lot of things going around the world. 

Chaeyoung snorts and smirks at me, amused. "Is that it? You think I call you brown eyes 'cuz you think you're stupid ? Ha, that's not the reason at all." 

My eyes widen and I feel my eyebrows quirking at the confession. "Wait, that's—not why you call me brown eyes? I ask again, confused. 

She clucks her tongue and rolls her eyes at me. "Yes, need me to repeat it five more times?" she growls, scowling at me as I frown deeply at her.

She's back to being mean again. Realizing this, her eyes soften and she grunts. "Ugh, sorry—I'm getting there okay?"

"So—why brown eyes then?" I ask her, curious to know how I got the nickname. 

Chaeyoung's eyes widen and she shakes her head furiously. "Hell to the no, chica. I ain't telling you why." 

I hold back a giggle as I lean back on her couch that's facing away from us. "Why? It is my nickname. I want to know." I say, smiling slightly as she scowls at me.

  "This isn't why you're here, brown eyes. Change the subject." She hisses, crossing her arms, keeping her stance as I sigh and decide to not push further on that small dilemma, I'll get it out of her one day. 

I round the couch and sit down, peeking back at Chaeyoung as she follows me and sits on her other couch. I duck down and slide out the Rules list she made the day we agreed to the deal. Breathing in and out, I place it gently on the wooden table and click her pen open.

"We—We need to change a few things." I ramble, reading the rules over again to get myself familiar as Chaeyoung crosses her leg over the other and frowns, bored.