ARCHENEMY - M.Mina

III

After the ordeal in the cafeteria, you received much torment from your peers. They would jab snarky comments about how submissive and naïve you were, but Nayeon made sure to scare them off. Despite this, Jackson seemed incapable of leaving you alone. For the most part, you ignored him, still replaying the mortifying moment in your head.

"The way she dropped to her knees so easily was pathetic," Jackson gossiped to his friends but made sure you could hear him.

Nayeon sighed, realizing yelling at him to stop again was a lost cause, and patted you on the back. You could feel his longing, tantalizing gaze on you. The energy that radiated off his prominent smirk was transmitted to you, almost making the embarrassment and rage you felt unbearable.

"Just ignore him," she reassured you.

"I'm trying,"

Your head was pressed harshly against the cool, wooden desk, and you clenched your fist against your pencil under the table. He was getting on your nerves since all he did was remind you of what happened. Nayeon hesitantly clasped her large hand over yours, hoping to calm you down. Although you'd never admit it in such a time of fury, her touch soothed you to an extent.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of the bell reverberated, and you shot up in your seat quicker than light. Nayeon watched your frantic moves sorrowfully, following close behind you as you speed walked to your locker. Your hands were expeditious as they undid your locker and shoved everything in sight into your backpack. As you were about to leave, Nayeon suggested something rather appealing.

"I could walk you home. I mean, I know we just met, but you seem so upset, "

Her voice was sweet and her smile was inviting. Such welcoming mannerisms made it impossible for you to reject her.

"Sure, I'd love to."

Her usually bright smile grew wider but promptly evaporated as her eyes wandered behind you.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

You shuddered in remembrance and refused to turn around. Nayeon, once again, held your hand as she sensed how it relieved you before. Mina saw this and her jaw visibly clenched.

"I need to speak to Y/N alone," Mina said, emphasizing the word alone.

Her icy-cold tone was enough to make you drop to your knees again.

"Hint taken,"

Nayeon walked away, visibly disgruntled. You wished she hadn't left because you knew no one else was brave enough to challenge Mina if she tried to fuck with you again.

"It's just us now, huh?"

Her voice was teasing.

"Get on with it!"

Yours was hasty and uncomplimentary.

"Are you still shaken up about earlier? No hard feelings."

Her hand reached out to symbolize a wish to call a truce.

"Go to hell."

She was taken aback by your demeanor, but you couldn't understand why. A few hours ago, she humiliated you in front of the whole school.

"I've figured out how you can repay me for bumping into me in the hallway,"

"I think I've reimbursed enough."

She only giggled before continuing.

"I need you to become my servant. Carry my books; walk me from class to class and home; do whatever I say; etcetera. "

Now you were the one laughing. Was she this deluded? You slung your backpack over your shoulder and slammed your locker shut.

"If you don't, I'll make your life here a living hell," she threatened.

Her hand reached out once again, this time to make a deal. She was desperate to touch you, even if it was to such a minor extent.

"You already have,"

Turning on your heel, you hoped she had just let you leave, but she needed to get her way. She blocked your pathway and stood in front of you with her arms crossed over her chest.

"How?"
Was she that stupid?

"After the incident you caused in the lunchroom, Jackson wouldn't leave me alone, and now you're not leaving me alone either." You ranted, gently shoving her to the side to not set her off again.

Mina watched you leave as her stomach twisted in anger and jealousy. You were only hers. Hers to bully, to tease, hers to torment. No one else's. How could he be so entitled? She marched into the nearest classroom, looking out to see the football team coming in from practice. Ignoring the questions from the present teacher, she ran to the boy's locker room.

Unfortunately, she had no weapon on her, but she did have the element of surprise. That was until she remembered they were at her disposal. Taking in that the football team was tired, it would take them a while to reach their locker room, but not long enough for her to stroll to the principal's office. Slamming the door open, she was met with the shocked eyes of her father.

"Scissors now," Mina demanded between pants. 

Mr. Myoui obliged and handed her a pair from his desk drawer. She mumbled a quick 'love you' and boosted towards her rendezvous. Moving so fast, it was hard for her upper body to keep up with her feet, but it was for you. Just as she entered the door of her destination, she heard another one open. She hid in the shower, enshrouding herself with the curtains, and steadied her breathing.

"Coach is such a dick," BamBam complained, changing into his school attire.

Everyone responded with a lousy, exhausted grunt. Mina almost gagged at the protruding scent of sweat, but she couldn't blow her cover. Not when your feelings were on the line. 

"I'm going to take a shower," Jackson said
.
Mina smirked manically, thankful that at least one of them was hygienic.

"Alright. We're leaving," Mark said.

All that ensued afterward were the sounds of Jackson's undressing. Mina was light on her feet as she snuck out of the shower, silently thanking all the years of ballet. Soon, all she could see was his body with only a pair of boxers on and then red. She charged at him, not worrying about the noise she was making. Jackson whipped his body around, giving her perfect leeway to stab his neck. His reflexes were a tad bit too late as she plunged the scissors deep into his arteries. She was careful not to get any blood on her shoes as she ran to the principal's office again.

"Daddy, I've made a mistake," she smiled ingénue-ly between her words. 

He could only sigh as his eyes wandered down to her blood-coated hands.

"Who'd you do it for this time?"