Twisted - JJK

ch two

Amidst the chaos in the hallways, the large window in my office gave me an escape. My gaze slowly drifted away from the pile of paperwork to the trees and flowers dancing in the wind. Students were walking around, conversing and laughing with their peers; probably waiting for the perfect time to go home or head to class.

"Namjoon is so hot," Florence said, while showing pictures of last night. Based on the photographic evidence, I do not remember anything that happened last night, which would explain the raging headache. Florence zoomed in on his face, making kissing noises. Elle and I glanced over at each other, disgusted. We both knew that Namjoon was not good enough for Florence. He's a player, and when you date a player, it only leads to heartbreak. Been there, done that.

"Flo, I've known him since birth. He's not that great," I said, remembering all of the heart broken girls that would come to me because of him. "You could do so much better." Elle shook her head in agreement.

"Exactly, you don't know him the way I know him," Flo said. "He's different when it's just us two. If you knew him the way I knew him, it would be weird, since you guys are practically brother and sister." Delusional. Disgusted. I decided to stop talking about it. I was getting a weird taste in my mouth.

I closed my eyes, imagining what it would be like to be sunbathing at the beach than be a university student. However, every time I closed my eyes, I could only imagine Namjoon and I doing weird things, which really just made me sick. I quickly grabbed the mini trashcan, before regurgitating my breakfast.

"Emmy," Elle and Flo screamed at the same time. "Are you okay," Elle asked, her eyes full of worry.

"I'm fine, really," I insisted, trying to reassure them with a forced smile. "I guess my stomach didn't like my lunch very much. It's nothing serious."

"But you look pale," Flo chimed in.

"Ew, what happened here," a new voice said. The devil himself. "Hey, Florence," Namjoon flirtatiously said. "Elle." Elle just glared at Namjoon.

"What do you want," I harshly said, not in the mood for any of his games.

"Girls," Namjoon happily said. We all knew what he meant when he said girls. Elle and Flo exchanged glances, worry in their eyes. I nodded, reassuring them. They both stood up, leaving me alone with Namjoon. "So, thoughts?"

"On what," I asked.

"On Jungkook," he slyly said.

"I'm literally going to kill you. I don't know him, Namjoon. Also, he just wants to fuck me. Why would I want to get to know someone who sees me as an object? And may I remind you, I refuse to date one of your shitty friends." Namjoon smiled. It wasn't one of those happy, go lucky smiles. There was something sadistic behind this one.

"There's a fair in town tonight. Last night it's here. Double date. Me. Jungkook. You. Florence." He smirked, knowing that I had to say yes. This was Flo's dream; a date with Namjoon.

"Fine, but on two conditions. One. You can't be a dick to Florence. For some reason, she likes you, but you already knew that. Try to be a gentleman. Two. This isn't a date. This is purely just business," I stated.

"Whatever floats your boat," he said.