Bite me 🫦 || chaennie

I hate her

Jennie Kim. She's gorgeous, and the whole university would agree. Student would turn their heads, tiptoe, and push against the crowd just to catch a glimpse of her. She's also my best friend, and I also hate her. Specifically, I always hated how she made me feel.

We just finished our shared class together and are currently sitting on a bench near the open field, waiting for our other friend's class to finish.

It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was already setting.

I'm trying to read this damned book right now, but the heat of her gaze is making it difficult for me to concentrate.

I hate Jennie Kim. I hate my bestfriend. I detest the ease with which she can neutralize me by being merely there. She is staring at me, and I detest how it keeps me from concentrating on anything.

She's currently facing me, her legs spread open, hugging the bench in between, shamelessly looking at me.

"Stop looking." I muttered without looking at her.

"I'm not." She countered.

I can feel her grin without even looking at her.

I rolled my eyes, and she let out a loud, melodious laugh.

I hate it. I hate how her laugh makes my stomach flip. I hate how unfair it is that she's the one looking at me right now when I should be the one looking at her instead.

I murmured, "Sure," and turned to face her.

I fix my gaze squarely on her eye. If she can shamelessly look at me, then I could do it too.

We maintain eye contact throughout. She's not backing down, so I inched closer. She did too. Our eyes never leaving eachother. We're now so close that our faces are almost touching. Even though my heart is pounding so loudly against my ribcage that I worry she can hear it, I wouldn't back down at this point.

Time seemed to have stopped, and I was unaware that I was being lured in by her cat-like eyes, It's as if I was being sucked in to a gigantic vortex.

And it wasn't until she lost eye contact and started looking elsewhere that I realized what was going on. She shuffled back into place before clearing her throat.

"Fine."

I remarked, "Good, because you're a distraction."

It was meant to be a joke, but I might have added a bit of bite to it as I saw a flash of hurt in her eyes.

Oh, no.

"Fine. I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'll just go and—"

Fuck. No. no. no.

Don't leave.

She stood up and was about to walk away but I grabbed her hand and dragged her back into a sitting position.

She gasped.

That's when I realized I had pulled her so hard that she was now seated on top of me.

My eyes widened, and before I could think about what I was doing, I shoved her off of me, and she fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ouch." Jennie patted her bottom and scowled at me.

"Oh my God!"

I quickly got up, spilling my purse next to me, my book, and everything else on the ground.

It didn't matter, though. I was too worried and rushed towards Jennie and made sure she was fine.

"God, oh God. Jen, I'm very sorry. Are you alright?" I worriedly scanned her face and her body.

"I'm really sorry, Jen. I didn't mean it. I was; it's just that— I was "Before I could even finish, Jennie slumped over and started laughing so hard that she almost started crying.

I looked at her and pouted, and that made her laugh even more.

"You—you should've seen your face." And then she laughed some more.

That's it. I really hate her.