I Trust You But You Lied (CHAESOO)✓

ITYBYL: I TRUST YOU BUT YOU LIED

Note: BIG CREDITS TO THE PHOTO USED IN MY BOOK COVER IN THIS STORY. Please claim it if it's yours. If you are asking who edited the picture, I don't know either, I just saw it on pinterest and saved it.

Love is more of a sentiment that one feels toward someone. To be in love is to feel a strong connection and commitment to someone or something. To feel more than mere love toward someone is the essence of the word "love."

And here it is, the definition of trust is to have faith, confidence, or hope in someone or something. Trust can be shown in the conviction that the sun will rise in the morning. Believing that things will become better in the future is an example of trust.

But what if? The trust and love are going to be broken? Are you going to fix it or leave it? For me, maybe I will forgive them but I will never forget that day, the day she lied to you, and the day she broke your trust.

Enough with the explanation, let's go back to the story, from where I met Park Chaeyoung, the one who broke my heart into pieces.

"KIM JISOO!"

My professor raised his voice, which made my senses back. I shifted my eyes to our professor who is looking at me, furiously, yep he is mad at me. His voice made my body shrug off and I felt goosebumps.

"Do you remember the rules?"

He began to walk and went in my direction, he then slammed his arms on my table, his angry eyes met mine, I saw him clenching his fist on the table.

"Y-yes, Mr. Professor." I uttered, gulped. He darted an angry look at me.

Honestly not really, I don't remember the rules. I only remember the rules of Art Class. Not a fan of History especially to this unprofessional professor.

"Then why are you not listening to me? You're not a kid anymore, you chick idiot!" Then suddenly he splashes his saliva on my face while cursing at me, which made me more embarrassed in front of my classmates. So fucking disgusting.

"But Pro-" I was cut off by our professor while I was speaking. Why can't I have freedom of speech whenever I am telling the truth or what I want to say?

"No buts! Get out now!" He roared, giving me a sign to get out of his class while pointing to the door of our class room.

"Where?"

I really don't know where I am going now, like literally where? Oh wait, ART CLASS! My favorite and number one subject in the whole universe.

"ARE YOU DEAF OR WHAT?!"

"If I'm deaf, I shouldn't hear you or answer your questions back. And also, stop cursing you old man."

I savagely said, my classmates and my friends just give a huge laugh for being a savage student there. He deserves it, if only he didn't respect me in front of my classmates.

I left the room with my art materials and went to the Art Class. I unlocked the door knob. While entering the room, I bowed to our professor and I sat on a girl beside her empty seat, I took a glance at her then shifted my eyes back to my sketch book.