JJK : Secret Love

[CH1] The fine art of bullshit

Sitting in the library as you sip your pumpkin spice latte with one hand while the other continuously works on your laptop. You took a glance at your book before putting down your coffee while that hand moved to your pen to write something in my notebook.

Your eyes were glued to your laptop typing continuously past 1 hour. Looking in your books, writing again and the cycle repeats. Your headphones cover your ears, as a love song is playing.

There is a tap at your table. You look up to see a girl around your age, smiling at you, she has pale skin, and hazel almond eyes, her hair is red shoulder length, and she's not smiling with only her lips, she's smiling with her eyes.

"Let's go for lunch". She said, making eye contact with you. "I'm busy, Jules, you know that, you can go". You said turning your attention to your laptop screen. "Come on, I bet you didn't have breakfast today, don't be a bitch, and let's go, I'm hungry". She said, whining.

"I already gave you an answer, bub". You said, still eyes glued on your laptop. "Fine, I'm also not going". She said picking up one of your books. "Aren't you hungry?" You questioned.

"Yeah, I am, I'm going to eat at home. I don't want to eat alone in that shitty haul". She answered. You can feel the sadness, betrayal, and annoyingness in her voice. You chuckled.

You let out a big sigh before closing your laptop. "Let's go". You said standing up and taking your things. She jumped like a child and took your books in her hands. "It works every time". She said giggling.

You pushed her with your shoulder. You are both pushing each other lightly, talking about food. "So, how's your preparation going?". She said, walking straight. "Good, I guess". You replied tilting your head.

"It doesn't matter, you're still going to top our class". She said, smiling at you. You smiled at her. "Well, how's your boyfriend?" She said, mocking you.

"Let me correct you, rumored boyfriend". You said to correct her. She laughs at your response. "You still hate that rumor". She questioned. "Of course, who loves that. Especially with him". You said.

"Then why do you always turn pink, whenever he comes". She said, eyeing you. "No, I'm not, it's my anger". You replied. "Yeah- yeah, anger". She said pushing you hard.

You lost your balance. Everything became slow. You see Jules' face surprised, giving you a hand. But you can't catch it. Because you have a laptop in your hand. You closed your eyes to feel the hard floor, and you were mentally prepared for the pain. Even if it's going to break your bones.

You opened your eyes. Jules standing in front of you. She's flabbergasted. Did I pass out? Did I break my bone? Am I alive? There is a warm body behind you. Hands-on your upper arm. You made your breath calm. You made yourself free from those hands. "Than-". Your breath hitched when you saw that face.

Cold eyes, lip piercing, wearing all black like, like it's a fucking funeral. "If you want to hug me just say so". He said, smirking. "Pfft- you're the last thing I want to see in this world". You said, touching your specs.

"That's rude to say to your rumored bf". He said, touching his neck. "Are you blushing, gross?" He said, mocking you. "Don't talk to me, someone might think we are dating". You said holding Jules's hand and dragging her from there. Leaving him standing alone with his jaw clenched.

"Damn, why are you so hard on him every time". Jules said. "Jules, don't". You said. "Fine". She replied. You took your food and sat at your table.