it's friday and in no more less than 10 minutes, the bell will ring indicating the end of class and the weekends would soon start.
come on.
come on.
come on!
i kept chanting inside my head. i was hoping for everything to be faster, for time to be much quicker. when the awaiting chime of the bell finally echoed inside the room, i was already in both my feet -- literally stuffing my bag with my books and notebooks. some of my classmates looked at me weird, but i shrugged their eyes off and quickly made my way out of the room.
my head was hung low as i hastily walked in the crowded hallway.
i really just want to go home. i don't want to face jennie right now. my hands became clammy as i started to get close to the exit. a few more steps and i'll be out in this hell hole. just a little bit more! i was literally just three more steps away from the school's gate when suddenly i felt a strong hand holding my wrist.
"where do you think you're going?"
the moment i heard jennie's voice every ounce of my blood got cold.
fuck. i'm totally so fucked.
"my, my, jisoo," jennie tightened her grip on my wrist (which i thought was physically impossible). "did you really think that you can just get away with what you did to me?" she asked in a deep and cold voice that i didn't even recognize.
i gulped so hard that i was positive that she heard the lump of saliva sliding down my throat.
"huh?" she growled and pulled me hard.
now that i'm facing her, i can see the vein popping out her forehead. she's THAT mad. i can visibly see the huge scratch on her neck -- it serves as a reminder of how stupid i can be. why the fuck did i scratch her knowing damn well that i'll be screwed if i try to fight back in the slightest.
earlier today, jennie approached me while i was minding my own business. i wasn't in my best mood so i accidentally lashed at her, resulting in me kind of shouting at her, and pushing her away, and well -- scratching her neck accidentally. i swear to the heavens above that it was indeed an accident. i'm never a violent person ever nor am i someone who likes to get physical.
"i-i-i'm sorry," i pleaded. tears pricking my eyes.
for a moment i thought i felt her softened, but maybe i was wrong because before i could even blink or protest -- she was already dragging me away.
her steps were huge and quick, and that resulted in me having a very hard time catching up with her unreal pace. i quickly realized that she was dragging me to the school's parking lot where there aren't a whole of people. when we came to a complete stop, she threw my wrist from her brute grip and angrily faced me.
for a second, i thought of running, but that thought quickly dispersed when she shouted at me.
"look what you did to my neck!" she craned her neck to the side to show the huge scratch that i, jisoo kim, inflicted. "what the fuck was that for, jisoo?" she barked.
that was for being a complete jerk ever since i transferred here.
i wanted to shout that to her face, but of course, i wouldn't. i don't want to dump more fuel in the already raging fire. i'm reckless, but i'm not stupid.
"i-i-i'm really sorry, nini," i pleaded. i mentally cringed at the nickname, but it was too late to take it back because i've already said it.
i made a mental note to never call her by her pet name ever again.
"sorry?" she asked through gritted teeth. "what the hell would your sorry do?"
"nothing," i meekly answered back, head low, unable to look at her fuming state.
"damn right," she growled.
i didn't reply after that. i let the silence engulf us. a few more seconds of just pure silence, i decided that i would finally say something.
"look, jennie, i'm really sorry-"
"shut the fuck up," she said and slammed her lips to mine and the actio nearly knocked all wind from my lungs. i struggled against her hold, but every attempt to be freed from the unwanted kiss failed.
"mmmhhmpp!!" i thrashed my arms to her chest, but that didn't seem to be doing anything.
but despite the roughness of the kiss, i felt it. i felt the butterflies waking and causing an earthquake inside my stomach.
i slowly melted into the kiss. my lips involuntarily opened, granting her more access to my mouth. i couldn't help but moan a little bit when i felt her tongue swipe against my lower lip. and i didn't realize that i was starting to kiss back.
she pushed me against someone's car, and our make-out session continued.
"fuck," she cursed when we pulled away from each other to fill up our lungs with air.
the moment we pulled away -- that's when i came back to my right mind. with all my remaining strength (which was not a lot by the way. i'm literally shaking) i pushed her away.
my eyes welled up. my first kiss, that i reserved for someone important was stolen by someone who's completely irrelevant and insensitive.
"what the fuck-"
"i hate you, jennie!" i cut her off. my walls quickly falling in front of the girl i specifically built them for.
"i hate you!" i repeated. the tears that i had been keeping to myself for too long finally poured.
i bet she didn't expect that i'd cry in front of her. i didn't expect it either.
"he-hey," she cooed and tried to touch me, but i quickly took a few steps back away from her.
"don't touch me!" i cried.
"are you happy now? is this what you want?" i asked angrily.
"chu-"
"don't call me that!" i shouted.
i thought i saw pain flash in her eyes, but when she blinked it was completely gone.
"fine!" she huffed and crossed her arms. "can you stop crying? it's so annoying."
my jaw slacked at her remark. with everything in me i forced my sob to go down my throat.
"that's way better," she said before rolling her eyes. "why are you even crying? it was just a kiss."
i had to bite my lips hard in order to control myself. i wanted to slap her so badly, but i knew that it would not benefit me in any way. so instead of saying anything else, i turned away and ran.
i ran as fast as my feet could possibly take me.
i was running so fast that when i bumped into someone i was sent flying. i landed butt first which elicited a groan of pain from me.
"i'm so sorry!" the man whom i bumped into said.
i slowly raised my head to look at the man and was shocked to see kenzo standing in front of me.
"ke-kenzo?"
"hey, jisoo," he lends me his hand and i reluctantly took it. he patted my shirt off dirt and gave me his signature smile.
"are you okay?" he asked, worried.
"y-yeah," i nodded once and looked away from him. i'm not used to this -- to strangers being nice to me.
well, kenzo wasn't really a stranger. i share my english class with him. but this is the first time we ever talked.
"i'm glad. you did fall rather hard on the floor."
"y-yeah. . ."
every part of me is aching to just leave, but i didn't want to be rude.
"let me drive you home."
"what?" i asked, shocked.
"i said, let me drive you home," he repeated, still smiling.
"yeah, i know, i heard you. but why?" i asked again.
"why not? don't worry, jisoo, i won't charge you anything," he chuckled. "and besides, you look like you cried a river. i won't let someone who's sad be alone. that's not me."
that's how kenzo and i became friends.