"Why should I believe you?"
"Because you are my everything. My darling, my baby, my lover boy."
An Asian Man, Black Woman Story.
A Poetic Love at First Sight/High-school Lovers Dialogue.
Mature Content.
Contains: Mild-Language, Sexual Actions, and T...
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Like I said, the world is wicked but she smiles through it.
Today, she broke.
I've never seen her so helpless.
I wanted revenge.
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"Miss Dabiku, may I speak to you in my office?" The headmaster said, smiling at you kindly as he saw you at the front gate. It was the end of the day and Jungkook was walking you home.
"Yes sir. May I ask what's wrong?" You smiled back, waving Jungkook goodbye before walking next to the headmaster. Jungkook smiled, nodded as he wiped his phone out and leaned on the gate.
His face sadden a little before he looked at you again. "It's best if we talk in the office. I do not want anyone in your business like they are already."
You chuckled, nodding. "Yes sir."
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Jungkook waited for you at the gate, writing in his notebook like usual. It was 6:30 and it was getting dark. He looked up into the headmaster's office from time to time, nervous of what's happen to you.
Suddenly, a car drove up to the gate. It parked and turned off. Your mother and father got out of the car with fustration and anger. Jungkook cocked an eyebrow, looking up at the building again before looking at your parents.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dabiku. May I ask what's wrong?" Jungkook said, now panicking at what's happening. Your mother looked at him with hatred, marching up to him as she pointed her finger in his face.
"Esto es tu culpa." She said as a tear started to fall down her eyes. "Esto es tu culpa."
"Bebé, respira." Your father said, grabbing her shoulders to gently push her away from Jungkook. "It is not his fault, he did not know."
"Know what?" Jungkook frowned, looking at your father's face. He sighs, looking down at his feet as he speaks.
"Kenya...she has a history of anger issues. She took it out on a classmate today and..."
"The girl who accussed us of being together?" Jungkook asked, balling his fist as he scoffs. "What lie did she spread?"
"She claims Kenya threatend to kill her. She walked out of the classroom crying with a bloody face and a bloody knee." Your father said, looking at the building. "They have a video of Kenya threatening her..."
"She did not lay a finger on her. I was in the room when-"
"It's too late now...she's expelled."
Jungkook eyes widened, his notebook fell from his hand as he looks at your parents. You slowly and sadly was revealed at the front of the school. Your mother marched up to you, grabbing you from the collar of your uniform and slapped you across the face.
"Vas a matarla? Debería matarte! Te dije lo que haré contigo si esto vuelve a suceder, verdad?" She threatend, pushing you on the ground. You winced, tears now falling from your face as your mother yells at you. "Te voy a mandar al ejercito."
You looked up at your mother with fear, getting up to run to your father. You grabbed him by his shirt. "Papa, no! Please...you can't. You can't..."
He looked away, gently grabbing your shoulder and turned you to walk to the car. You started crying louder as your mother marched up to the passenger seat and open the door; slamming the door after she sat down. Your father slowly opened the car door, lightly pushing you inside as you sniffed aggressively. Your eyes were puffy and your smile was gone.
"What's happening?" Jungkook asked your father.
He sighed, turning to face the boy with a small, sad smile. "Might want to say your goodbyes. She's going to America to serve the military."
Jungkook ran up to the car, looking at your father. "I can fix this. I can fix this, Mister. Trust me."
"There is nothing to fix, son. What's on the internet stays on the internet. It will affect her career. She needs to learn discipline of her mind, she let these people get to her."
"Please sir, I'll do anything to keep her here." Jungkook begged. "Please don't take her."
"I know you've known my daughter for four months now. I appreciate what you do for her, but she put herself in this situation. She needs to learn, we've already gave her two chances."
Jungkook looked at you with a tear falling from his face. Your father patted him on his shoulder before walking to the driver's side and open the door; closing it after he got in. He started the car and drives off, Jungkook just stared at the concert floor, knees down to the sidewalk. He baked his fist again, breathing heavily as he yells.
