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A/N: alright I actually have zero idea how this is going to go. Usually I have SOMEWHAT of a plan for my imagines but this one literally just said:
"IDK he's just a bad boy"
So here we goooo....
Veronica POV:
"Pssstt Veronica," I hear whispered from behind me. My eyes flick to the side to try and catch a glimpse of who it is, though I already know who's whispering my name.
I shift to adjust my posture, lifting my chest to sit more properly. If I wasn't so bored with this lecture the teacher is spewing, it wouldn't be so hard to ignore him from behind me. But alas, today we're learning about the grand ole' topic of human mating—or sex.
I guess—boring is the wrong way of describing this lecture. In truth I'm not bored in the slightest—I'm just trying not to pay super close attention and make everything awkward by asking too many questions, or looking like an absolute whore by acting super interested. So I rest my chin in my hand, blinking my eyes slowly to come off uninterested as the teacher wacks yet another diagram of a vagina.
My chair suddenly shifts from a swift kick behind me. I scrunch my nose and jerk my head once—but try to ignore it. But, he wacks my chair again, and I'm forced to turn around.
"What the heck is it Shinwon?!" I whisper-yell, hands firmly gripping the back of my chair for support. Shinwon softly raises his hands in the air, trying to not gain attention from the teacher. I feel myself start to yell, but then choke it down. The least thing I'd like to do is gain unwanted attention from the teacher.
But alas, Shinwon's face grows white, and his eyes bulge out of his skull. He chokes down an embarrassed gulp as his posture straightens. My eyebrow flicks upwards, and Shinwon pokes the air for me to look behind me. A gut-retching shock pours over me as goosebumps raise from my skin. I bite my lip to keep the feeling inside, and slowly turn around to face the board—eyes closed.
"Well—Miss Veronica Volami, talking in class—again?"
I take a deep breath, and open my eyes to face Mr. Wharetaker leaned over my desk; his white hair and glasses showing his age. "Mr.Wharetaker, in my defense Shinwon was—"
"Always blaming someone else eh?" Mr.Wharetaker states, and shifts his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Behind me, I can practically feel the smug look on Shinwon's face, enjoying my embarrassment.
The second I open my mouth to speak, Mr.Wharetaker spins on his heels, meter stick promptly held behind his back as he walks stiffly over to the board. "If you two are having so much fun—Shinwon, " he turns around to show what must be his fresh set of dentures. They aren't as yellow or old looking as the other set.
"Sit next to Veronica," Mr.Wharetaker commands, gesturing to the empty chair next to me with his chin. I grimace as the sound of a chair squeaks against the limonium flooring. The silhouette of Shinwon plops down in the chair next to me, and flicks his tongue over his wide smirk. I force my eyes to stay trained on Mr. Wharetaker, watching his ancient smile grow conspiring.
Mr.Wharetaker then takes a large stack of white papers, and passes them out over each individual black desk; one per partnership. Shinwon moves the paper with his fingers, but I quickly slide it over to my side. My eyes scan the directions. A lab grade, one of the biggest grades besides tests. I feel a bead of sweat run down my forehead. At this rate Mr.Wharetaker HAS to want me to fail,
Mr.Wharetaker takes in the classroom one last time, his eyes resting extra long on me and Shinwon.
"You have until the end of class," is all he says before he sits at his desk, and begins to grade papers.
I turn to Shinwon, "look okay. You don't want to do this lab, and I don't want to get a bad grade. So just let me do this project, and I won't say a word to Mr. BFG."
Shinwon rolls his eyes and presses two fingers into his temple. My hand picks up my pencil, and begin to frantically read and scribble down answers. These lab grades were mostly ways for Mr.Wharetaker to get us to leave him alone, but anyone with half a brain could tell he wanted to see me suffer.
My brain is running faster than my hands as I messily write down the answers to the questions. Like how someone spewing out commands faster than someone can execute them, the poor person running frantically back and forth stressed and panicked because they can't keep up.
A poke in my side causes me to flinch, a smile appearing on my face involuntaringly. Yes, I'm seventeen and still ticklish.
I glare to my side, and Shinwon pokes at me again, this time hitting a more sensitive area. A laugh bursts through the gates of my jaws, though I really, really hated showing this guy any sense of joy from me. Whenever I did, he always found a way to rip it from my hands, and shred it thinner than seaweed sheets.
My hand hits his away from my torso, the fleshy part between my rib and my hip still feeling violated from earlier.
"I like that smile," Shinwon says. Then, a real, genuine smile appears over his lips, angelic and full of life. Shinwon, never smiles—at least never as revealing as this one is. Normally he only makes fun of people—and the smile he gets from that is MUCH different from the smile on his face now.
I roll my eyes at the unexpected compliment, disregarding it. "Whatever stop, poking me."
Shinwon slides his chair in closer, his thigh briefly touching mine, "what if....I don't want to."
"I don't care about your wants," I say, continuing to scribble down answers on the lab sheet. There was only 15 minutes left and I was only halfway through the front side of the page. As I'm peacefully, quietly, completely our lab paper, Shinwon continues to poke me again—and again—and again.
"Shinwon st—"
"I'm not gonna stop poking you until you show me some attention," Shinwon teases, continuing to poke me in the side.
"Hey Veronica do you—" Millie, my best friend since 8th grade turns around, already spewing questions before she can face me completely. When she turns to face us, me and Shinwon are placed in a way where anyone who could see us, would think we like each other, or at least have some sort of feelings.
Which, I do not.
Millie's face turns mischievous, her eyebrows lower and her mouth pulls into an extremely flirtatious smirk. Before she can say anything to make this situation more awkward than it needs to be, I grit my teeth, and mouth "don't you dare say anything." But as I should know, Millie listens to no one. Heck, the girl barely listens to herself.
"Aww you two look so cute!" She beams, her eyes pulling into creamer moons while she smiles. I mentally facepalm, wanting to hide under the biggest rock. Millie, has no filter, so I'm a bit surprised she said it the way she did—but I'd rather her not say anything at all.
Yet, Shinwon pulls me into a side hug, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, but flexing his hand so he doesn't touch me.
He smiles, connecting our eyes for a brief moment before speaking, "We do don't we!"
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A/N: that ummm— yep that happened idk how y'all feel about that one but there it is
