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—"You're so hot," Beomgyu says in a gravelly tone of voice.
I hum, distractedly twirling my fork around my eggs.
I hate my mother so fucking much right now.
She and Ms. Choi have been conversing in the living room for the past hour and a half.
An entire hour and a fucking half!
I wouldn't mind the distance so much if she hadn't left me alone with this horny heterosexual.
For the past half hour, he has been repetitively telling me how "hot" I look. He sounds like a broken record, and it is getting on my last fucking nerve.
Ugh.
I miss Haerin.
At least she sees me for my personality versus my looks. Plus, I actually like being around her versus this fish for brains.
"I know," I confidently say with a matter-of-fact tone.
If he is going to continue to compliment me for the next thirty minutes, then I might as well have fun with it.
He hums at this answer from me. I ignore this reaction and continue to poke at my cold scrambled eggs.
Maybe if I pretend to ignore him, he will get the hint that I do not want to be here.
I assume he takes this as a non-verbal invitation, judging by the way he swiftly reaches over and roughly gropes my exposed lower thigh.
My entire body tenses up as I inhale a sharp breath of air.
My mind suddenly shifts to a different memory...
I hear someone enter the girls' bathroom but ignore it and continue washing my hands.
The air around me suddenly feels off as a pair of loud footsteps approach. I assume the mystery person is going to walk past me, but I am terribly wrong when I feel their body heat behind me.
Why did they stop behind me?
That is weird and suspicious. I go to look up at the person through the mirror above the sink, only to practically scream when I feel a hand reach out and squeeze my ass over my skirt.
I barely get the chance to open my mouth before a large hand is pressed over it. They use the hand against my mouth to pull my body back flat against their front.
What the hell is happening?!
My eyes widen with shock and fear as I meet the person's eyes through the mirror.
My gym teacher?!
I see him smirk predatorily at me as he trails his hand up the back of my thigh. I release a muffled scream and fidget in his arms. This irritates him, judging by the disapproving look he gives me.
"It's okay, I got you," he ruggedly whispers against my hair.
I force my eyes shut at this declaration, just wanting to be in my safe place.
I need Haerin.
She would know what to do in this situation.
He continues to shush me as his fingertips meet the edge of my skirt. A lightbulb goes off in my brain.
I slyly lift one of my feet off the ground and quickly bring it down onto the top of his foot.
He hollers out in pain at this, releasing his grip on me. I waste no time and take this chance to run towards the bathroom door.
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Clueless | DAERIN
Fanfictionmaybe it's me, or maybe it's you maybe I never learned my lesson *** This is a DAERIN adaptation. This story is not mine. All rights go to the original author.