Memories Of A Burning Love~PJM

prologue ~1~

There's no such feeling of love...
At least that's what I think, I've never really been in love or even liked someone  every time someone tells me they like me I feel like puking, not that there's anything wrong with the person whose confessing to me, or that I hate love, i just don't feel. It becomes a worry sometimes that at my age of 17 years I haven't had a boyfriend. I'm not really thinking of having one,not that many people have gotten that close to me. It was usually boys I didn't know who'd confess there feelings for me. Actually, my mother was so worried about that, she even sent me to a psychologist office, she's crazy!. I'm glad my parents don't live with me, I think it's just really stupid that I'm a mature woman and still living with my parents, it makes me feel stupid and useless, the thought of them taking care of me craves my mind as if it were spiders crowling in my head space. I hate my dad, he'ed alway stop me when ever I tried to escape from that horror house saying 'your my daughte, I can do what ever I want with you', but there was no point of being in that house. I've never had needed them. My kindness with people faded just as fast as my innocence. Once I reached 11 years old I started studying hard and reaching levels of education that weren't normal for my age, I finally independent myself, buying a new apartment and getting myself settled. I also got into college,my mom also calls every 4 days to see how I'm doing, the answer is always the same 'good, you don't have to call again. Don't worry, and be safe'. My mom was the only one who worried about me, after my dad saying I was a 'mistake' every time he came drunk from some bar, my mom loved him so much that she didn't care that he spent all her money earned from hard days of work in alcohol and woman. I told her several times she didn't deserve him. They were moments of my childhood that were fun, good and innocent, but I guess I was to little to understand the problems I was only starting to face. Problems that soon would become a worry of my daily Thoughts.

18-09-2017 -17 years old-
(Lizzy's p.o.v.)
Beep beep beep!
I rolled my eyes as I turned off the alarm clock beside my bed in the brown night table, that woke me up at 7:00 every morning due that I take 30 minutes to get out of bed and finally start getting ready with another 30 minutes, I live pretty close to the school where I'm studying. I live in San Diego, California. It's an average weather here, the summers are short, warm, arid and clear and the winters are long, cool and partly cloudy. Its winter and I normally use a sweater to school.
I can hear the birds shipping as I try one more time to get out of bed, it's nearly impossible to get me out of there, it's like a paradise. I finally get up with 7 minutes remaining, that's a new record!. I get up and hit the shower. Brush my teeth and get changed, I wouldn't say I have such an amazing fashion sense but I do like to dress well. I'm studying in a dance studio, dancing is one of the few things I love, besides my cat.

I put on a gray hoodie and a black pair of pants, almost look like joggers, some white shoes, boot style and a black wool hat. I grabbed my keys and backpack and got out of my house, I usually leave at 7:45 and get to school at 7:50.
I got to school and was nicely welcomed by my best friend, her name is Emma, and she is literally the best friend ever I don't know what I would do without her, she's the greatest ever, everything about her is so pleasing. If I had to describe her with a one word I would say she's crazy, but in the good way. I met Emma when we were in 6th grade, I was this lonely girl with no friends and she was the popular girl with so many friends, I was so interested by her enthusiastic personality. So I went and talked to her, and just like magic... we were kind of perfect for each other. She's one of the few people I love besides my cat.

We sat at one of the benches next to a small green area in campus, she seemed more enthusiastic then usual, and I wondered what the reason was, so I asked her.

- whats up? What are you freaking out about this time?- I said as I grabbed a bottle of water from my backpack.

- didn't you hear?- she looked at me with big surprised eyes.

-no, what's wrong?- I was confused, although I guessed it was about a boy, she always freaks out because of that. Our personalities are very different, sometimes y think about how happy I am to have someone like her in my life, I don't understand why were best friends.

- Nothing's wrong, everything's fine. There's a transferred student from Asia, they say he's going to be in our class, he's from ASIA! Everybody is hot over there.- she said as she hold my hands and gave them a squeeze of enthusiasm, I only rolled my eyes and said.

- oh pff!, what a big deal- these no point in getting obsessed by boys. Unless it's the gentleman in a love story book, then you can get me excited.

- what do you mean? "No big deal" I saw his Instagram account, he's a hot cake!- she was spilling of words as she looked all over the place looking for him.

-ok, ok, I get it "hot cake", now... let's get to class and wait for the teacher to announce him.- I said as I soon put my arm around her shoulder and walked her to class.

She didn't say anything as I made free action, but her lips turned pouting saying more than enough for me to realize that she was sad and disappointed by not seeing the young man mentioned before in the campus before class.
Although we did get to class a bit late, our teacher, mr. brown was already staring class, he turned his eyes toward us with a killer look making us bow in apologies and enter the classroom, running to our seats. He continued with his class as a shy and really handsome... (who am a kidding he's perfect), came in, he bowed in a form of greeting.

-oh, be welcomed mr. Park, its wonderful to have you here. Your father told me delightful things about you.- mr. brown said in a sweet tone with is well known British accent, that only told us how delighted he was to have him there.

-yes, its lovely to be here in San Diego once again, I was very glad to know you were gonna be my teacher, I hope I spend a nice time here.- said the fine young men, apparently mr. Park.

- Take a seat... wherever you want- he said as the boy looked for a seat, Emma was already so hysterically happy that he sat next to us, by my side.

-look at him!, he's so cute! - she wispperd to my ear.

-shut up, he's gonna hear you- I squeezed her hand.

- I already heard you- I startled in my seat by hearing his raspy voice in my right ear.
I was mesmerized by his eyes when I took a look at them, the color of his eyes... they weren't blue or green, they were brown, that brown that takes away sleep, that brown that causes sleeplessness. I don't know what happened, I wouldn't usually feel this way with any kind of men presence, who everitt is?, I've never felt this way.

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Hi, so... this is my first fanfic, I want this to be like a big story were a lot of things are going to happen, like lots of developments in various characters, secondary characters. I hope you like this. So, its going to take lots of chapters for the main characters to "fall in love"? But I promise it will be worth a wait, I want jimin to be really sassy and perverted in a good way, and like really insisting and loyal towards his love for her, and she's gonna be like a shy girl who doesn't know what is love and who's just discovering the feeling of love. Later in the chapters your going to know more about jimin and his family and why mr. Brown (the teacher) knows his parents... anyways, hope you enjoy