SMITTEN || J.JK

6| Tension

I don't say anything but occupy my seat behind her with a swift motion while she's engrossed in revising notes from the previous class. After settling my notes on the table to add further information, I move my eyes to check on her, an interesting thing striking me that today's the last day when she's going to tell the conversation she had with my sister. She has no idea that I'm already aware of everything nor do I plan to tell her because I have something else in mind.

Ms. Song enters the classroom, stepping on the platform to turn on the projector and connect it to the laptop so the notes are displayed on the vast screen. I use this opportunity to scoot closer to her back, my finger tapping on her shoulder so she answers me in the blink of an eye."What?",She snaps, her face swirling behind with agitation but she answers me nonetheless."You do know that today's the last day of our deal, right? You're gonna tell me what you and junghee talked about that day.",I declare but don't move back and she averts her attention from the screen to set her eyes on me, her mind pondering something else for a few seconds as if she's having second thoughts about it."Yeah, but you still haven't given me today's drink so you'll have to wait.",She straightens her back to glide her hand in her bag and retrieves a bag of strawberries to place it on her lap and open the latch, the sound of plastic tearing fortunately drowned by the teacher's.

I just saw her munching on crackers not less than an hour ago. Just how much appetite does this girl have? Leaning back comfortably in my seat out of boredom, I tear a page from the notebook and scribble something in to roll it in a ball and throw it in her lap across her neck. As expected, she reads the words which manage to pique her curiosity but doesn't return to me until a few seconds later when her pride flattens."Why?",she blinks at me so I incline towards her, making sure to keep my voice low to avoid getting picked on by our teacher.

"Because you blush just about the same colour of those strawberries.",It's true, the colour that drowns her face in nervousness is the same as that of strawberries, making her look exactly like a little strawberry. Her eyes sparkle at me with the same emotion whenever I get close to her, a mixture of affection and resistance."No, I don't get intimidated that easily.",She refuses to embarrass herself but I'm damn sure that she will melt if I present photographic evidence of her face whenever we end in a close distance and I love watching how evident the effect is so there's no reason for me to stop."Believe me, I doubt you'll be conscious after you have sex, you would probably pass out from being flustered.",I don't hold back from blurting what's on my mind and watch her simmering in the hot heat that arises from the closeness between our bodies. I wonder if I'll experience blazing fire on her cheek if I touch it but curl my hand to not cross the boundaries no matter how much I joke about it.

She tilts her body from her seat to completely face me and parts her lips."What a pity that you're assuming things because you won't be able to actually see them.",her gaze zeroes on me, a sly smile slightly twitching her lips that boasts of her words. She doesn't realise what her words imply, does she? Her teasing that I won't get the chance to see her in a vulnerable state is quite a lot but I doubt nothing will ever stop me from winning her over if I want to."I can correct this problem and you know that very well.",I retort but feel my chest pulsating hard upon the mental images clicking in my mind. Cheeks flushed, lips plump red and gasps slipping from her mouth- pure need renewing a rush in my veins that I never imagined at the thought of her. Is that how she would look? Is that what she seeks from that bastard?

"What is going on there?",A foreign remark of our teacher makes us shift in our respective places, her face shooting in the direction of the screen at a bolting speed as I hiss at the image that is being subjected to our eyes. I'd rather continue our conversation than wrecking my brain over history. What's there to gain by reading about dead people anyway?

The hustle of the students approaching the hallway distracts some of us as we throw our glances across the windows of the room. My vision succumbs to one boy that converses with his friend, alternating to the title sitting in front of me, awaiting her careful look at Joonsu but she merely spares a second or two at him before biting on the strawberry in her hand. Either her love for food is incomparable or she really took in my words from that day. One thing that bothers me peculiarly is the reason behind him avoiding her in school premises. There's no way he can be embarrassed about acquainting her after how they behave at the bus stop.