Unwanted

Chap. 1 - What The Hell

Minho was sitting right next to me on the driver's seat. He was looking a bit nervous. Minho agreed to give me a ride to our mutual friend's party. I unfortunately had no other option how to get to the party and he was the only person available. He usually had something to say. Well, he always had something stupid to say that made me angry every God damn time. But today was different. Minho was sitting still, not saying or doing anything. It was weird. He gave me a ride a few times before and he was always cursing other drivers or just making fun of me. "What's up with you today?" I asked annoyed preparing myself for another nasty answer. "I'm just thinking. Have a lot on my mind lately." He said with no expression whatsoever. Now that was weird. He never, like never ever shares anything about how he feels with me. From some reason I had the urge to ask him, to help him with whatever he's struggling with.

"Ok, than what's on your mind?" I asked.

"I'm not sure you wanna know." He said while he looked at me with a smirk on his face.

"Dickhead." I mumbled under my breath. I really thought he would open up to me. Stupid, stupid me. Looking out the window on the night city was the only thing keeping me from smashing his head against the steering wheel.

When Minho stopped the car right in front of the house, he didn't say anything. He just stared at me, waiting for me to do something. I didn't know what to do so I stared back. I didn't know if it was seconds or minutes that we stared at each other. I've never seen him this close before. I noticed a cute little mold on his nose and the way his smile lines shows underneath his eyes. Minho's eyes darted between my eyes and my lips. It was then that I realized I was holding my breath and I panicked. "So, thanks for the ride Minho." I said awkwardly, trying to cut the tension between us.

I got out of his car and walked over to the front door. Minho didn't follow me. I was curious why isn't he coming too, but I didn't want to look back. I didn't want to acknowledge I cared. Before I managed to knock, the door swung open and my friend Stacey's face appeared in front of me. "Hey girl! Took you long enough." She said and stopped right before she hugged me and stared behind me.

"What the hell? You came with him?" she asked in disbelieve.

"Don't ever mention it again please. I had no choice!" I shook my head.

We were drinking, talking and enjoying the party. I had my third cup of beer when I caught myself looking around the room trying to find Minho. When I realized what I was doing I stopped. 'What the fuck is wrong with me.' I thought. I was trying to find my one and only nemesis at a party. I was supposed to have fun. I was not supposed to be thinking about him.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom but I headed to my friend's room instead. I wanted to have some time for myself. The fact that I was thinking about Minho caught me off guard. I groaned and punched the door in hopes of emotional relive.

"You ok sweetheart?" a familiar voice spoke to me. I was startled by it. I didn't expect anyone to be in the room. "What the fuck are you doing here Minho." I asked annoyed about the disruption of my alone time. "I'm hiding." He said casually while stepping out from the shadows. "The right question is, what are you doing here." He continued and stepped closer to me. I sighed because I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him I was trying to find him. If I told him that, he would ask why and I myself had no idea. He had a weird influence on me. Every time he was near, my blood boiled, my heart was beating faster than ever and my brain was blurred with emotions. I blamed the hatred I felt for him.

"That's none of your business. What are you hiding form?" I turned to face him. He was looking right at me.

"Well, some girl was throwing herself at me. Unfortunately it was not the girl I wanted so I run away." He said with a low voice. It didn't sound like him. He always took the opportunity to fuck someone, and the fact he refused a girl made me curious. "You always take the first chance to fuck someone." I said and looked into his eyes. If I didn't knew better, I would say he was almost devouring me with his eyes. It seemed like he was almost hungry for me but I didn't think much of it because of the amount of alcohol I consumed.