As Night Consumes | j.jk

eight

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EVIE

"REMEMBER. We always crave deep down the things we hate, principesa." he said, touching the back of my neck with his lips, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world.

Actually, we only had ten minutes.

And I couldn't let any second go to waste.

I turned around abruptly, and without a second thought, I kissed him fiercely, passionately...

Deeply in love.

My mind went back from that melancholic emotion, leaving behind it the almost familiar pain in my chest.

And my eyes focused back on the man next to me, who was eyeing me skeptically.

Instantly, my soft gaze, caused by the memory of the past, turned stoic cold, and I averted my eyes from him quickly.

I didn't like Jeon.

He was arrogant, bipolar, selfish, egocentric and most importantly, someone you could not trust.

Whenever he entered somewhere, the room's atmosphere would change drastically. People would freeze, act differently and look in his way continuously. They craved to get his approval.

Also, even though he had no qualities in my opinion, the girls were head over heels with him. Yes. I am not blind. He was hotter than the Sun, and probably the most beautiful man I have ever seen, but who the fuck would actually digest that stupid mouth and attitude for his hot as fuck body and face?

I was hearing them, sometimes, when Soph was talking on the phone with her girl friends. They treasured him, they were fighting over him. Like animals. And he was probably, definitely, enjoying every second of it.

Maybe they had a rough past. Maybe Jeon's fucked up behaviour was something they were used to.

Or maybe they liked the mistery.

He barely talked, barely looked at people, barely cared. That made them go crazy.

He was walking as if the world was his and all of us were a bunch of servants.

And I couldn't stand him.

He was bad energy. An unpleasant company.

Fuck it. I am just going to eat alone. Again.

I sat up abruptly from the table, grabbing my plate and putting my bag over my shoulder.

"Running away, princess?" I heard his deep, devilish voice behind me, and I didn't even spare him a glance when I said "Please tell Taehyung and Jimin that I was not feeling well and I left, if you're kind enough." The words were like venom on my tongue.

"Hm, kindness is not one of my qualities." I could literally feel that annoying smirk.

"You are right. You don't have any. So it was dumb for me to assume even that little of you."

"Making this assumption about me only after a couple of weeks of knowing me? That's not so princess-y of you." his tone was taunting, and I really couldn't stand him anymore.

I left him just like that,walking towards another table.

Why was it so hard for me to adapt here?

Why couldn't I just sit somewhere, next to someone and start talking to them?

Because I felt ashamed.