Not Your Average Highschool

Chapter 6 - Things dont always work the way you plan

"What do you mean flirting?"

"What do you mean soccer captain?"

Kai sauntered towards us, and looked like a freaking tower. Was he always this tall? Ah, right. We're still sitting on the floor. No wonder I had to bend my head so much just to look at him.

"I already said it. Need I repeat myself?" He questioned.

It was a rhetorical question. But being the Sassy Queen I am, I chose to ignore it.

"Yes, please. I'd like you to repeat it." I looked at him straight in the eyes and he returned the stare. It was an intense stare-off.

Luhan ignored the "tension" between us and got off the floor to face Kai.

He proceeded to ask, "Kai what did you call me? Soccer captain?"

He smiled back at Luhan and gave him a playful nudge. "Yeah man, didn't you hear? You're the new soccer captain."

"No way!"

"Yeah, the coach didn't like Suho's attitude. He made you captain instead. Go downstairs, the team's waiting for you."

Luhan gave a light chuckled and gave Kai a high-five / chest-bump. I watched him from a far, and saw how excited and happy he was. Did he feel the same way when he was with me? He rushed off, practically sprinting down the stairs, leaving me alone with the perverted jerk. I guess I didn't make him like me enough to stay. He ditched me without even giving a glance to spare. Ouch that hurts.

I turned my attention back to the douche and faked a smile. I'm the type who knows for sure, that if I was to glare at him in this situation I'd be vulnerable to getting into a fist fight with him. Not only that, I won't know what he'd do to me. Better to befriend the enemy when you can't defeat them.

He scoffed at my smile. I got up from my spot and was proceeding to go around him and go down to where the party was. Yet, I saw it coming. He grabbed my wrist, and stopped me from going any further. I glanced at his grip around my wrist.

"Do you mind?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Nope, not at all."

Damn, he's picking up my character. Answering rhetorical questions is my thing, not his.

"Well, I do. So you should let go of my hand."

Immediately after I said that he squeezed my arm harder, just to get on me. I sighed, and loosened my tense body frame to confuse him. Realistically I was just tired, and fed up with a bunch of boys coming to my yard for my milkshake. Haha. You guys must be wondering how I can be so funny in a time of crisis right? But that's exactly how I freak people out, and get them to leave me the fuck alone.

"Aw, sweetie don't be like that. Why don't you want to spend some time with me? I did invite you to this party after all." He cooed.

He had the dirtiest grin plastered on his face. I'm so disgusted, I think I'll have to wash my eyes with Clorox later.

"Excuse me?"

"Aw, how can the model student be so slow? I invited you ." By now he held onto both my arm and had me facing him completely.

It was a such a romantic stance, for something so nasty and disgusting. I raised an eyebrow at his statement and waited for him to continue talking. He pulled me closer to him and was overly sprayed with over-powering cologne. I'm suffocating. He leaned in, to whisper in my ear. Like literally what is his deal with whispering? God gave him a voice to speak, not whisper everything he says.