Lisa
This was it.
I was finally going to do it.
The moment I had waited for my entire life had arrived (Okay, maybe not my entire life, but you get the point).
Tonight I was finally going to kiss Jeon Jungkook, and there was absolutely nothing standing in my way. I had been madly in love with my geeky lab partner for nearly the entire year, and I'd finally decided something needed to be done. Drastic action had to be taken.
I had carefully constructed this party so that he would be an eligible guest (even though everyone else knew he was off-limits), and had even invited a few of his friends so that he wouldn't feel out of place. For the kiss to happen, he actually had to be at the party, after all, so I'd covered all my bases. He had his friends, I had mine, and I'd made sure to supply his favorite chips (black pepper and sea salt… don't ask) and banana milk. Imagine drinking banana milk at a party, but still I purchased extra for him. Haaa.....the things I do for my crush...
And if you're wondering how I know all of that, don't ask. I have my stalkerish tendencies, but let me tell you, Jeon jungkook is an open book. I didn't even have to stoop to spying on him at lunch. He ate his chips and drank his milk during class every day, so all I had to do was casually glance over at the labels. That can hardly be considered stalking, right? I had to work a little harder to find how who his best friends were, but the science geeks kind of lump themselves together – it hadn't been very difficult.
That first day of chemistry, we'd had to mix a bunch of chemicals I'd never heard of before. I couldn't pronounce half the names, but Mr. Kim, our teacher, promised none of them were dangerous. I wasn't sure I believed him, because I got some on me at one point, and could've sworn it had burned a hole through my sweater. Jungkook had assured me that the hole had been present before we'd begun mixing the supposedly harmless chemicals, and the fact that he'd even noticed was enough to distract me for the rest of the hour.
I'm not really sure what it was that drew me to Jungkook in the first place. The rolling backpack was a major no-no for anyone with any social standing, and I'd tried to replace it on more than one occasion. I'd "accidentally" spilled acid on it during class once, but he had gotten more excited about the acid's capability to melt fabric than he was upset over it ruining his backpack. The next day he'd come back with the hole amateurly repaired, and I hadn't tried that again. I had, however, left him anonymous Jansport backpacks at intervals throughout the year, but to this day, I have yet to see him use one. He really likes his rolling backpack, and I've just come to accept that as one of his odd, yet adorable nerdy traits.
It hadn't taken long for my tiny nerd-crush to turn into a full-blown infatuation. The kid was not as thin as a rail, I had to admit, he has a really good body, just needed some serious fashion advice, but you couldn't help but like him. Jungkook had this way of making you laugh, even if you had no idea what was supposed to be so funny. He listened to horrible music, and had this obsession with mint gum (rumor has it, he chews three packs a day) that I found rather odd, but he was probably one of the nicest guys I'd ever met. He was one of those guys who would hold the door open for you, or offer to carry your books for no reason. His mom still packed his lunch, and he always offered me his extra brownie, which I had never once turned down.
Rosé, my best friend, loved to make fun of me for obsessing over someone as adorably geeky as Jungkook, but I just couldn't help it. Hadn't she learned anything from all those cheesy romance movies she made me watch? You can't choose who you fall in love with. She was dating our school's basketball star, and I was in love with my lab partner. Big deal.
"As captain of the cheerleading squad," she liked to remind me, "you're supposed to be dating jocks. So unless you plan on giving your nerd lover a major makeover..."
