"𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐚𝐦, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞."
verity sinclair's grades are slipping, and her parents believe that the only way to fix that is to send h...
My brows immediately furrowed at the sight of the message. What does he mean by that? Is he coming to my house?!
I swear, my thumbs have never moved faster.
me: wait wdym by that hyunjin r u coming to my house?? how do u even know where i live? pls don't come to my house. UR ONLY GIVING ME 5 MINUTES????? U PSYCHOPATH. i never agreed to this
dickwad ❤️: shhhh u talk too much ur ruining my kind gesture
me: hyunjin i swear if u show up at my door i will not hold back.
Despite my anger, I did really want to get out of the house right now, which is a sentence I never thought I would say. My house was supposed to be my safe haven, my room was supposed to help me feel better after a long day. But in light of recent events, it doesn't feel that way anymore.
Being here just makes my head feel so crowded.
If I have any chance to get the hell out of here, I'm going to take it. And right now, Hyunjin is my only shot. I don't have a car, so it's not like I can just drive off whenever I please. Although, I wish I could.
I quickly got up and opened my closet, searching frantically for something to wear. I started shuffling through all my clothes, wondering why I couldn't find anything presentable.
But then I paused for a moment. Why am I thinking so hard about this?
Is it because I want Hyunjin to like me? Is it because I don't want him to think I'm a slob?
No, it can't be.
I've always cared about what other people thought about me, but not in this way. I guess I just didn't want Hyunjin to think I dressed like a homeless person.
That's barely an excuse, you know you just want him to like you, my conscience whispered but I pushed those voices to the side.
