Summer Love [G!P] ✓

Chapter 38

Grandma blinked a couple of times before opening her mouth.

"What the hell is going on here? Get out of bed this instant! Get away from that bad girl this instant!"

I was absolutely frozen and terrified at the same time, but I managed to get out of bed and move a few steps away from the bed.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE THERE!?"

"What- oh." I said and looked down at my belly button.

"AND YOU, GET OUT OF THE FUCKING BED!"

"It's okay grandma, take it easy-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! GET OUT!" She shouted turning to Yeji.

"Wait, Mrs. S-" Yeji started but she interrupted her and turned to me.

"I'M GOING TO CALL YOUR MOTHER AND TELL HER TO COME PICK YOU UP IMMEDIATELY!"

My whole world came crashing down. During all this time, it never dawned on me that I would have to leave someday.

"No Grandma..." I said, but I couldn't find the right words.

Yeji gathered her things, without even putting on her pants, and headed for the door in just her boxers and shoes.

"Yeji, wait." I said, taking a step towards her.

"No, it's okay. Really." She said without even looking at me as she slipped past my grandmother. I heard her footsteps down the stairs and then they finally faded away.

"I'm so disappointed in you. I specifically told you not to get involved with that little girl and you disobeyed me. Shame on you, Ryujin, shame on you."

"Grandma, listen-"

"No, I will call your mother right now and you will leave tomorrow. You won't say anything or ask any questions. You might as well start packing now, I'm not going to change my mind!"

Yeji's pov. (For the first time in the book.)

"No, it's okay. Really." I said walking past her grandmother and running towards the stairs.

I went down the stairs and was about to head for the door, but someone stopped me.

"Wait."

I froze and turned around to see Ryujin's grandfather in the doorframe of the living room.

"Um... I should be going. I was told that-"

"Get in here."

"But-"

"I said come in here."

I swallowed hard, my heart beating extremely fast against my rib cage as I took a few steps toward him. I was conscious of the fact that I was still in boxers and tennis shoes.

I held my clothes tight against my chest, my teeth grinding my tongue piercing.

"Sit down." He said and pointed to the couch.

I sat down, arranged the clothes in my lap and looked up at him. I was in a bad mood and really needed a cut and a cigarette.

My legs were wobbling up and down, anxious to get away from this room, this house, everything.

"What were you doing in my granddaughter's room?" He asked, sitting down at the coffee table, three feet away from me.

"Ummm... I spent the night."

"Why did you spend the night here?"

"Because she asked me to."

"She asked you..." He repeated, looking at me over the top of his glasses.