jay takes the lead

4

although it's been well over two years since you have been to jay park's house, you still remember the way there, like you have gone there one million times.

the house is just as big and fancy as you remember it to be when you start to walk up the long driveway to the mansion. the house is white with accents of black across it, and the large freshly trimmed dark green bushes surround the outskirts of the property. the front door is just as intimidating as the rest of the house, but you get the courage to ring the doorbell.

a relaxed jay opens the door a few seconds later, the same smirk permanently plastered on his face is showing as he looks down at you with amusement in his eyes, "hey y/n, you can come in."

you thank him and step into the house past him. it's just as fancy inside as it is on the outside, with paintings and expensive decorations all over the place.

"is your mom home?" you ask him, noticing how quiet the giant house is.

"no, she's out today until later," he responds with a shrug.

"ah, i haven't seen her in a while, i wanted to say hi."

jay smiles as he approaches you, "maybe next time, yeah?" you respond with a smile and jay points towards the stairs that lead to the second floor, "do you want to study in my room?"

"yeah, sure." you let him cross in front of you, so he leads the way to his bedroom.

jay already has his textbooks sprawled across his bed when you walk in after him. he sits beside it, patting an empty spot afterwards so you can sit on his bed with him.

"i still need to study biology."

"yeah, I'm pretty behind in history, to be honest.".

"What? We have a test on Monday, how behind are you?"

"i don't know, i just don't feel like I'm the best with history, so it's hard for me to study it."

"oh, i see," jay smirks at you.

"What?" you chuckle.

"i'm sure you know everything in history; you just aren't confident with it, right?"

"yeah, basically."

"well i'm pretty good at history, so how about i go over some of the review questions with you."

"Really?"

"yeah," jay shrugs and grabs your history textbook.

"i don't know, though; I'm really not good at it, i don't want to sound like an idiot."

jay rolls his eyes as he looks at you, "you're not an idiot, y/n," jay flips through the textbook to get to the chapter of the test, "how about every time you get a question right, you have to answer one of my questions."

you raise your eyebrow in question, "like what?"

"Like, anything i want to ask, and you have to answer honestly."

you hum as you think, "okay."

jay smirks again, "but if you know the history answer then you have to say it, you can't pretend to know it."

you shove jay's shoulder as you laugh, "I'm not a cheater jay, i'll say it honestly if i know it."

"good girl." jay couldn't stop the words from falling out of his mouth as he thought them, but the redden colour appearing on his cheeks made him not regret it.

you've been called a good girl before by your parents, friends, and some annoying people at school who used the term to make fun of you. but the words slipping off of jay's tongue made the words different. they made your body react in a way you didn't think it could.