From the first time that you kissed me

Chapter 1

Hello, my name is Y/N. I was born in the US, but my parents are British and Italian. So, in conclusion, my perfect genes make me petit and handsome.  I have red hair, not the Ed Sheeran kind but the fire kind. If you approach me too closely, be careful, you might burn (grr). You could say that I’m very mysterious but also cute. I’m so complicated. Also, my parents died, 2 years before I was born, in a plane accident, on their way to Italy, because they were very rich. My grandma adopted me.

Today is my first day at “Gay High-school" the most popular school of the continent. I’ve heard that a lot of celebrities went there. People like Joe Mama and Candice Nuts... I’m so stressed, what if I’m not good enough for the people in this school, with my perfect grades and my cute little face. But it should be alright, I got a childhood friend who also go there this year. His name is Bihyung. We met when we were 3 years old. I almost ate him when we first met. He was so cute, a real pookie. He’s kinda popular on Twitch, he’s a streamer and got a lot of fangirls. I used to be jealous of them but, not anymore. I’ve changed and I’m over him. After all, he doesn’t like me back, we’re just friends. He’s too good for me.

‘SWEETIE IT’S TIME FOR SCHOOL’ I heard my grandma screaming to me. Hmph, it was 5 a.m.  I guess school starts very early this year. Alright, I put my clothes on. Nothing very special, just the most handsome clothes you’ve ever seen. That’s because I’m very rich. I’m kinda like Kang Taemoo from my favorite k-drama “Business Proposal”. I like to think that Kang Taemoo was my father. Anyways, I go to the kitchen, where my grandma was waiting for me.

‘Cutie Pie, your friend Bihyung is here.’ And you will never guess who was right in front of me: Bihyung, my friend. I blushed slightly. ‘H-hi Bihyung.’ He smiled at me. ‘Hi babygirl, ready for this new school year?’ I clearly wasn’t but I’m a liar, I’m so mysterious. So I told him that I was ready, took my bag, and we left.

‘Babygirl,’ Bihyung looked at me in the eyes while we were walking, ‘You haven’t eaten anything before leaving. Oh. I blushed. ‘Oppa, I’m sorry I forgot.’ He smiled. ‘It’s okay babygirl. Here, take my lunch.’ He handed me his lunch. I was flustered, he was so attentive. His future partner would be so lucky, but of course, it wouldn’t be me, I’m not his type. ‘Thank you Bihyung.’ ‘Of course, handsome’ he winked. A friendly wink of course, because you know, I’m not his type.

We arrived at “Gay High-school". It looked so classy, so expensive, did you know I was rich? Everyone was looking at Bihyung, not at me though, because I’m not as handsome as him. He’s popular and I'm not. Except if you count my 50K followers on twitter. But nobody knows about it, I’m shy so it’s a secret account. ‘Hi Bihyung!’ a stranger approached, I didn’t know them. ‘Oh, hi Squeezie, it’s been so long. How are you?’ “Squeezie”, I think I heard that name before, but I can’t remember where. ‘Doing great! Who is he?’ He was talking about me. ‘H-hi, my name is Y/N.’ I’m so shy I stuttered. ‘Wow, why the heck are you stuttering?’ He laughed at me. Fortunatelly I wasn’t alone. ‘Hey! Squeezie bro, it’s not because you’re French that you can make fun of him!’ So, Squeezie was French, what a shame. We walked away, me and Bihyung.

‘Hey handsome babygirl, don’t pay attention to that guy, he’s insecure because he’s French, nothing more. ‘B-but Bihyung, I’m Italian, that’s pretty much the same thing.’ He put his index finger on my lips. ‘Shh. Don’t say that handsome, that’s very different. French people speak French and Italian people speak Italian. See? That’s not the same thing at all.’ I was reassured, Bihyung knew how to talk to me. I was about to thank him when the bell rang. ‘Got to go babygirl, I got a math class, see you.’ And he ran to his class. Leaving me alone in the hall. I had a literature class but to be honest, I had no idea where my classroom was. ‘Are you lost babygirl?’ I heard a voice coming from behind me. I recognized that face immediately. It was Do Hana, the famous counter, she was eating a Tuc. ‘Hum y-y-yes, I don’t know in which classroom I’m supposed to go, I have a literature class.’ She smiled. ‘Hmph, I also have literature class. Come with me, I know where it is.’ I followed her. She was so pretty, she kinda looked like Shin Hari from Business proposal. I like to think that Shin Hari was my mother. She mothered.