Home Economics finished in mere seconds as I headed out of the class with Risa, clutching onto my bag with the cake in it in one hand along with my books on the other. We parted ways at the nearby hallway intersection as my unni headed off to the library for her library aid period. I, on the other hand, had a date with the devil. Well, not really a ‘date’ but he’d be in my presence for an hour!
Lonely…I’m mister—uh, misses lonely…
Walking down the halls by yourself carrying a bunch of things is not the best thing ever! I sighed as I stopped by my locker to put away my cake. I decided that I would pick it up later once lunch begins and closed the locker. I casually held my American History book and slugged my way down the hall, still alone, until I turned the corner to see a boy looking straight at me, heading my way.
No, no, no, no. Please do not tell me that he wants to start something too!
I tried to pick up my pace and weaved around the crowd of students but his long legs were no match for my fat, short, stubby ones. His somewhat long, shaggy hair was spiked up a bit and styled with wax. No, not candle wax. You know, the wax for hair? I didn’t want to say, “hair wax”, since I’d be saying “hair” twice in a sentence…Great, I just did. I hate being repetitive…
He grabbed my arm and turned me around, smirking.
“So, I heard you broke up with my best friend?” He sneered.
“He broke up with me.” I snorted, turning away. Exposing my cheek to him.
“He broke up with you…? Good.” I looked at him with an odd expression.
“What do you mean by ‘good’, Yunho? Are you—“ I was cut off by an odd action.
What did he do?
Remember that frosting on my cheek that I never took off last chapter?
“I was joking!” She flung a bit of frosting at me, “Gosh, take a joke sweetie!”
I only replied with pouting and continued to cut my strawberry slices, forgetting that I had a slab of frosting on my face. Oh well, someone should tell me about it soon, right? …Ahem, cue to Risa?…Risa?! Fine, I’ll forget about it completely and look like a retard…He licked me.
“EWWWWWWWWWW GROSS! YOU DOG UGH EW EW EW!” I freaked out, Jung freaking Yunho, my ex boyfriend’s best friend basically slobbered over my face. WHAT THE CRAP?
“If you broke up with him, I couldn’t do that. If he broke up with you it’s alright, since I can now make my move.” He grinned. “Yum, vanilla frosting.”
“What kind of freaking logic do you have?” I was still disgusted and wiped my cheek furiously.
“A kind that works. He got bored of you, so I can have fun with you now.” Another smirk appeared on his mouth.
“You’re sick, freaking disgusting jerk.” I grumbled, stomping away from him, but stopped as I turned around.
Changmin was looking right at me.
What the hell, God. What the freaking hell.
I tried chasing after him but he had moved too quickly and the two-minute warning bell had already rung. I sighed frantically and began to walk towards my class. I looked at the floor while walking and glumly turned into the room, running into someone. Third time’s a charm today, right?
Wrong.
“Hey, YooRim…” His soft voice spoke.
“…” I didn’t reply and I only bowed and headed towards my seat—which I forgot was right next to his.
Dandy, it’s a date with the devil, Kim Junsu, and guess what, I sit right next to him in the far back row. Yay, someone please shoot me. Why can’t Risa come in and pull me out of class or something like how she disrupted my WONDERFUL hug with Changmin…
Tapping my pencil against the desk in a pesky manner, I didn’t even look at him, but his presence seemed to annoy me. A few minutes into class and a note was passed on my desk. I looked at it, and then at him—his eyes were pleading.
Must. Fight. Temptation. To. Read.
I put it back on his desk, but the teacher saw me.
“What’s this love birds?” Mr. Song spoke, picking up the note. “You two always cause trouble in my class.”
He glowered at me, and read the note aloud.
“ ’I’m sorry, I want you back.’,” the girls gave me a glare, the guys had a shocked look on their faces, and Mr. Song added in commentary, “Trouble in paradise Ms. Han? Things are about to get a bit worse, 30 minutes detention after school. I’ll see you then.”
The teacher walked off as I gave a dirty glare at Junsu and angrily flipped through the pages of my book. Now, the class believes that I’m some clingy girl when it’s the other way around. Why must I always get the best of luck? In addition, I’ll be late to work and Risa would have to deal with Jaejoong on her own! Aish, I feel so mad and angry right now, I feel like…KILLING JUNSU! That’d be great, but then again I’d be charge with murder and live in prison forever. After that, Changmin will move on, icky Yunho will visit me in prison and Yoochun would drop by occasionally to make fun of me. That sounds just absolutely peachy.
Junsu stayed quiet throughout the rest of class, but I knew he was glancing over at me periodically. I just kept a pissed off façade and finished off my work as fast as possible. Standing up to turn in my paper, I walked up to Mr. Song’s desk as he gave me another glare and handed me my detention slip. I could only fake a smile; say sorry and state that it would never happen again.
The bell rung as I was one of the last to leave, along with Junsu. He made the mistake of breaking up with me, I don’t understand what he’s holding on to if he was the one who said the words. The teacher had already left the room as I picked up my backpack, slung it over my shoulder and began to head out. Sadly, Junsu pulled me back and turned me around to face him. I only looked down at my shoes; I didn’t want to look at his face.
“YooRim, look at me.”
“No. I won’t. Why should I anyways?”
“Because I was wrong, I didn’t mean it.”
“Sure sounded like you did.”
I stomped away as he pulled me back again, but this time he caught me in a hug. His embrace was warm, but not comforting at all. It was awkward, and I began to question myself. Did I ever like him at all before?
“I’m sorry, I really am. I was stupid…”
I didn’t want to hear any more as I shoved him off and walked out, only to find that Changmin had been watching by the doorway while waiting for me. Today must be “Screw YooRim Over Day”.
I smiled at Changmin as he hesitantly returned the facial expression.
“What was that all about…? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.” Changmin said a bit shyly.
“It’s…nothing. Just forget it, all right? I have a surprise for you.” I looped my arm in his as he smiled back, a bit eased.
I walked him over to my locker as I opened it up and pulled out the box of cake.
“Tada!” I grinned as I handed the box over to him, “Risa Unni and I made it in class. I saved my half for you.”
His eyes glimmered as his lips formed a gigantic smile that seemed to gleam insanely. Changmin put one of his long arms around me and thanked me. We walked together towards the cafeteria and sat down at a table with Risa.
“Hello Lo—“ She started, but I put her lollipop in her mouth.
“Shush it unni.” I laughed, “What are you having for lunch today?”
“Rice and curry for today!” Risa giggled, scooping some of her food onto her spoon, “You?”
“I made some kimbap, and I still have some cake left over.” I smiled, “Would you like some too unni? Knowing you, you probably ate all of it with the other aids.”
“It’s alright!” This was surprising to me, she never passed up sweets, “I’ll just get more candy from my locker later. You can split your cake with your new boyfriend here.”
“…What are you talking about…?” I stuttered, my face flushing pink.
Changmin blushed also, and looked away from me.
Risa sensed the hesitation and nervously replied, “I’m joking haha! I know you guys are just friends~”
I wanted to smack myself silly. Risa unni did not just do that! She better be joking. It’s not nice to mess with my mind and Changmin’s! Right at that moment, I saw MinShik walking over with a demented grin on his face. What is this boy planning?
“YooRim noona ah~ how is my pretty noona today? ~” He smirked, sitting next to me and giving me a kiss on the cheek, “Did anyone hit on my baby?”
Everyone’s face turned into the hugest expression of shock (except MinShik that is). Someone, shoot me, stab me, KILL ME, now. Please?
