“Did everything go okay with Ms. Minatozaki?” Jennie asked as we pulled into the parking garage attached to the mall.
“Yea, it went well.” I mumbled as I gazed out the window and bit the tip of my thumb nail.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Ms. Minatozaki and that damn hug. Slowly I pulled myself out of the memory and turned my attention to my best friend.
Jennie took a quick glance my way with a raised eyebrow.
“How long have we known each other?”
Random.
“A while.”
“In years.” she pressed.
“7 I think?”
She pulled into an open spot smoothly, shut off the car, then shifted her body to face me.
“And in that 7 years how well do you think I know you?”
Where is this going?
“I’d say pretty well.”
Jennie nodded her head as she smiled from my reply.
“I’d say so too.” Reaching over she grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together.
The gesture reminded me of my moment in the car with Sana.
No, I couldn’t think about her right now, I have to focus on what’s in front of me.
“Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you.”
I was about to protest but she held up her unoccupied hand to me.
“No, you can spit that ‘I’m fine’ bullshit to Jungkook, Vernon, or Chaeyoung but not me. I won’t push you just know I can tell something is up and if you want people to not ask you what’s wrong you’re going to have to act a little less like Eeyore.”
Taking my eyes off hers a deep sigh came from my chest and I dropped my head back on to the seat. I closed my lids and thought for a moment.
It might make it easier for me if I get a chance to unload this weight off my chest.
“I like someone.” I replied hesitantly.
Crickets.
Well?
Why is she so quiet?
I opened my eyes and turned my head to see her giving me a full smile.
“What?” I asked.
“I figured that.” Jennie replied nodding her head in confirmation.
Sitting up straight I shifted my body to face her.
“How?”
“You haven’t been like this since Sinb was stringing you along all those months before you found the guts to ask her out.” she stated.
“Well...”
I bit my lip.
“Do you know who?”
“Yes, or I think. I’m like 97.3 percent positive.”
I went to pull my hand away but she held on tighter.
How do I know we’re talking about the same person? As if reading my mind she placed her other hand on my knee.
“Remember my comment from earlier?”
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Direct And Linear Relationships
FanfictionKim Dahyun is a barely 17 year old senior. She just has to worry about getting through the year, but a new Physics teacher might make her last year in high school much more interesting.
