He Started It by Hitting on Me

Back to School

I'm back in school.
And I just had 2 exams. They were both hard- no , are they gonna be easy??
While I was taking them, I checked twice and didn't change my answer if I thought it were right. I hope I become first and not that bastard Jonghyun.
Yeah, yeah he's my "friend" but that name 'bastard' suits him right. Like hell I'm going to stop calling him that.
Even if I don't hate him anymore, I'll still call him bastard because calling his own name is really weird and just doesn't feel complete.
He tried to hug me on New Years.
Hug me.
I thought that was very abnormal.
And I wanna know why he wanted to hug all of a sudden- I thought he was lower than hugging girls. I thought he would just bang them and leave like how he always does. But then again, I'm not like any of the girls he banged. I'm better then they will ever be in their lives.
Hehe.
Well, exams are done and it's lunch time.
I realized.... I'M SO DAMN ING HUNGRY.
By the time I got my food, I scarfed it all down and ate it within one bite.
Hea Won gaped at me.
I burped in her face.
"What?" I asked.
She scrunched her nose up and waved her hand to get rid of the yummy smell of jeon*.
"I can't believe... you're friends with Jonghyun," she said.
"Yeah, I can't believe it either."
"Why????"
"He wanted to be friends- I just went with it."
"But... you guys are... enemies."
"We were... now, we're friends but we still get to fight because it won't be great without fighting."
"But.. it just sounds so wrong."
"It doesn't matter alright? It's done already."
She sighed. "Ok..."
Suddenly, something very cold tickles down my neck and I get up, feeling ticklish.
It was cold and wet.
I touched my back and felt it was wet and there was surely a big stain from it.
I turned around and see Jonghyun smirking pleased with himself.
"You cold, ?" he asked.
I couldn't speak because I still wasn't over the ing cold from my back.
So I'm just gonna say it to myself in my mind.
ING JONGHYUN, I WILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP AND MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A NICE DREAM OF ME LAUGHING AT YOU WHEN YOU'RE DYING AND I WILL BE ALL LIKE,"MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAH!"
I'm done.
I glared at him, twitching because of the ice in my back.
"Y-you... ing...bb-b-astard..." I managed to say.
He nodded slowly and smirked. "I know what I am. But you know, it is very great to be back and do things to you," he said, smiling which was very fake.
I watched him go while Hea Won took the ice from my back.
"He's baaaaaaack," she said while cleaning me up.
Damn right he's back- and I will be back too.
But it takes me a couple of hours until I got him back.
The time I got him back was when he was making out with a girl in the janitor's closet room. This is what I did: I crept up slowly behind them and took boiling hot chocolate and poured it down his shirt.
He screamed and I laughed silently, pleased with myself.
The girl ran away from him, leaving him with a sad and pissed look on his face.
"W-WW-W-HAT T-THE HELL IS W-W-W-WRONG W-W-W-WITH Y-Y-YOU?!" he asked, stammering from that boiling hot cocoa down his shirt.
"It's what you get from pouring ice cold water down my back. I returned the favor by using the opposite? Smart, eh?"
"SM-M-MART? I-I-T'S SS-S-STUPID!" he yelled.
I showed him a fake pity look. "Why? Should've thought of it first?" I asked.
He glared at me while trembling again to the hot cocoa.
I sighed. "Don't worry- it's gonna come off and it's not so hot to burn your back, ok?" I asked.
He grabbed my wrists while still trembling a little He smirked at me.
"I was wondering if I should use your weakness against you now?" he teased.
I furrowed my eyes at him. "It's not a weakness you bastard- I just don't like it."
"Then what is your weakness?"
"Nothing. Now let go of me."
"Hm... is it me?" he asked, smirking again.
I made a disgusted face. "Psh, you wish."
I somehow, got out of his hold and moved away from him.
"Oh. By the way, I have something to ask you," I say.
"What?" he asked.
"Why'd you try to hug me yesterday?"
"Do I have to answer that?"
"Yes."
"Uhm... well, it's because since we're friends and all I thought one of us should've done something friendly to the other and knowing you're clueless and don't know anything about friends, I decided to to do it first and try to hug you."
"You know, you failed. You just shook my hand like I was a business man. I'm a girl, you tard."
He put his hands in the air. "Well it was really hard to hug you! It was really weird so I couldn't do it," he sighed.
He smirked at me. "Were you thinking about this all day ever since New Years?" he asked, chuckling.
"Ew. Of course not. It just came to my mind now and on New Years. Nothing between then."
"Aish. You really are the most weirdest girl I've ever met," he sighed.
"You're the most ing stupidest out of all the other guys I've ever thought was ugly. Which, is like all of them," I insulted.
He shook his head. "Oh. Did you find out about the skirt charm thing?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No..."
"Then you really are stupid."
Before I can even defend myself, I think about that skirt charm again. Skirt...
I'm wearing a skirt right now. Which means, I wear skirts at school because it's a uniform school. Which means, when I met Jonghyun was when I was wearing a skirt. Which means, it should have something to do with that...
OH, NOW I GET IT.
"You gave me that skirt charm especially for when you met me? When... when you flapped up my skirt out to the entire world??" I asked.
He smirked and nodded. "Yu-"
Before he can finish his "yup" I grab his neck and squeeze it hard. He widened his eyes and was getting choked.
"You... that's such a ed charm. How come I didn't get one for when I embarrassed you?" I asked, not happy with the answer I got.
He just shrugged.
I let go of him and sighed sharply. He rubbed his neck and coughed. "God... how can a girl so evil and crazy like you have more crazier instincts? I thought it was impossible," he coughed.
I shrugged. "I have the gift."
He rolled his eyes.
"So... is that it?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yup."
He looked around and sighed.
"Ok, well I think you should leave now if you don't wanna see the rated make-out session," he grinned.
I scoffed. "What a ing bastard you are."
"What one hell of a you are."
Then while smiling and looking at each other we say,"I hate you."
Oh yeah- great friendship we got there.