Despising you

Chapter 25

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In my seventeen years of living, I have never once been distracted during biology class, until today. More precisely, until two hours ago when I was in class and Jennie sat right next to me!

Who does she think she is basically demanding that Rachel leave the seat next to me? Now, I don't really care much for Rachel because I've barely spoken to her, but still, it's the principal behind it that's infuriating.

But why was it so sexy? Maybe it was the gleam in her delicious eyes, her hands placed firmly on those narrow hips, not to mention the commanding tone that exuded pure confidence.

It worked, because Rachel got up from her seat without a second thought. One thing I've always hated about Jennie is the way she commands control from any room she's in. So, after I've had front row tickets to the show, why did I enjoy it so much?

I didn't even speak to her during class, in fact, I spent the entirety of it trying my best to ignore her and that petulant gaze, not to mention that every time she didn't understand something, she would try and look at me for answers. I know I'm her tutor, but I think she's enjoying this little ordeal a bit too much.

I know we've come to an agreement of some sorts, that we're some sort of sex buddies, although we haven't had sex yet. Regardless, that doesn't mean she can distract me during class, especially during biology.

Class ended a while ago and soon after, I did some volunteering for the stem club.

Now, I'm behind the school building, smoking. I take a small drag of my cigarette, the smoke filling my lungs and instantly hitting my head.

Although the habit is filthy, I'd like to say that I'm smart about it. I don't do it often, only when I'm nervous or in need of some quick relief.

I continue smoking as I walk toward the parking lot. My idle hand fishes for my phone in my blazer and my fingers hover over my brother's contact. He dropped me off today, so I should call him back for a ride—at least that was my thought process before I looked up.

The parking lot is pretty empty besides a few cars, one of them being Jennie's black Maserati. She's hovering over the bonnet of her car, looking entirely perplexed.

She's still here. She's never here after school ends, unless it's cheerleading practice. They don't have practice today which means she's been here for at least two hours.

I watch her for a little while. She keeps coming in and out of her car, trying to get the engine to start, but it won't. Even ridiculously expensive cars have problems, who would have thought?

Before I can think, my feet are dragging across the floor, propelling me towards her. I walk up a few steps behind her, just enough to see that she has no idea what she's doing. She's just huffing and messing around with the wires.

I shake my head, hiding my smile. "Your mechanical skills are laughable."

She freezes for a moment, before turning around, whatever embarrassment she felt at my words dissolved as she crosses her arms over her stomach.

I see her look around the parking lot, probably trying to make sure no one sees us speaking to each other without death threats.

"Why would I need those skills when I can just pay somebody to be my mechanic?" she retorts, that mischievous glint in her eyes.

I find it so amusing that she is still so confident and witty, regardless of the fact that I've just pointed out her shitty mechanical skills. I also find it annoying, because it's sort of endearing.

"So why aren't you paying someone to help you right now?"

The real question is; why am I still standing here speaking to her right now? I could just call Jungkook and go home right now.