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Chapter 2. Do You Always Think A Lot

MINJI POV

Haerin invited me over to her friend, Eunchae, badminton practice, which I didn't mind because I had nothing to do after school anyway. I was secretly glad too, because at least I could watch a bunch of girls play rather than hooking up with someone I've already had sex with.

Because that meant the possibility of consequences. The possibility that the other girl could get another idea, which I definitely didn't want to happen.

Besides, perhaps I could find someone on the varsity team that would be worth going after. Unless Haerin told me otherwise and to back off her friend's team members, as I'd definitely respect what a friend would have to say over a stranger.

But, fuck, I was secretly hoping she wouldn't tell me that. I slouched down on the court bench as my eyes travelled to the long, white legs of her other team mates. For practice, they were all either in some variation of short shorts - flowy skirts - tight leggings - anything that accentuated their features. Most of them were wearing either a sports bra, a tank-top, or a...sweater?

My eyes narrowed in on a small girl that was doing her drills in an oversized school sweater. I looked down and noticed that she must have been wearing shorts as the sweater was big enough to cover her butt. It was a shame too as I noticed how her legs were probably the nicest out of all of them. But wasn't this girl hot? It was literally 90 degrees out, and I was already sweating in my flannel.

I decided to not think about it too much as my eyes started to wander again to the other more interestingly dressed girls.

"Okay, girls, break!" The coach yelled as the girls laid their rackets in the bleacher before walking towards their bags to take a drink of water. I watched them carefully until Haerin decided to walk over to me, who was on the other side of the court watching Eunchae intensely hit back badminton balls across the net.

"You could not make it more obvious that you're here to fuck one of them." She mumbled as she grabbed a water bottle and took two gulps from it. It was the first sentence she said to me as I decided to sit here and watch random girls playing. It was quite obvious I was only here because she wanted company as she watched her friend practice. I raised an eyebrow at the small girl and shrugged.

"Don't you remember? You invited me, obviously I'm here to support you." I retorted with a slight smirk on my face.

She scoffed, "Yeah, right. I can feel you staring at
everybody here from a hundred feet away."

"And? What else am I supposed to do?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, but everybody here is straight. I've tried before."

"Maybe you didn't try hard enough."

She pressed her lips together, "If you say so, I mean, you can go try, but I highly doubt-" she took another swig of water, "you'd have any luck." She recycled the empty water bottle then gave me an amused look before going back on court.

I watched my friend grab her racquet but then was quickly shocked by someone's presence standing next to me.

I looked over at the girl and realized it was the one team member in a sweater. I took a glance at her legs once again before gazing at her face.

"Hi." She simply said.

"Hi," I replied and for a good ten seconds she just continued to stare at me.

"Hi," she broke the silence again as she still decided to stare at me.

I blinked, what the fuck? "...And hi, again..." I paused, "Do you need something?" I looked back up at her face and noticed the sweat glistening off her forehead and down her cheekbones and finally to her slim neck.

"Do you always think a lot?" She blurted out. What?

"Excuse me?"

"Do you always think A LOT?" She said in a raised voice, and I looked around to see if anyone else was noticing how weird this interaction was. No one was paying attention to us, and for a split second I was worried that I was hallucinating over the heat.

"I uh, I don't know?" I hesitated, "I suppose so?"

"Hm, interesting."

I gave her a concerned look, "Is it?" I glanced at her body again and noticed the sweater. "Are you okay? Are you hot or something in that sweater? It's like 90 fucking degrees out."

She shrugged, "It's only 87."

"What?"

"87 degrees. Not 90."

"Does that make a difference?"

"Kinda."

"Seriously?"

"Yup."

"It doesn't."

She smiled, "It does. It's not that hot out. It's only 87."

This girl was definitely tripping. "It's most definitely hot out. You're literally sweating."

Shocked, the girl brushed her hand against her face and looked down at it to realize that she actually was sweating. She chewed the inside of her lip before saying, "Huh. I guess it is 90 degrees." I was being punk'd right? Haerin was fucking with me, right?

"Uh, yes. As I've said so, but of course, it doesn't make a difference."

"It makes a difference," she rolled her eyes as if the three degree difference was completely obvious.

"It really doesn't," I replied.

"It does!" she laughed but then quickly shut up as she mulled her next words in her head. "But, I suppose if I'm sweating, then that does mean it's 90 degrees, and therefore it must be hot." She said those words slowly, as if she was saying them outloud so she could understand. I quietly wondered if I should go call out for help. This girl was probably suffering from poor heat stroke.

"Uh, yes?" I squinted at her, "Hey, look, are you okay, should I go grab some-" I started to say before the small girl started tugging her sweater off. My eyes raised as I got a full view of her toned stomach.

After she removed her sweater, I realized that she was indeed wearing shorts underneath - and in fact, they were a tight, spandex material. I openly stared because her thighs were also quite toned, and despite the uneven tan lines, she easily had the most fit and beautiful body here.

I watched a droplet of sweat trail from under her sports bra and towards her hip bones until I was interrupted by her throwing her sweater on the bag right next to my foot. "Hm, I guess it was hot," she muttered before completely ignoring me and sprinting back to the tennis courts as if nothing happened.

While she left, I was able to get a good view of her ass. I watched her join her other teammates as they all started to come back from break.

However, despite the fact that this chick was definitely hot fucking sexy even, - what in the hell was that conversation about? I shook my head as I decided to just forget about it, then grabbed my phone out of my pocket and started to play a game.