"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...
I quietly stepped outside my room, worried I was going to get someone's attention. What if Hyunjin was lying to me? What if he's just trying to get me into trouble? A couple of days ago, I wouldn't have to worry about that. But now I know that Hyunjin in fact does lie. A lot.
The hallways were deserted. I know it's after school hours and shit, but there should at least be a couple of people roaming around, right?
I made my way to the main lobby and exited out a back door, since I had no idea where else I was supposed to go. My footsteps echoed through the building with every step.
I released a breath once I made it out of the school. The sun was almost completely below the horizon, leaving the sky a burnt sienna. Evenings were my favorite time of day.
The football field was huge, with a track surrounding it. I squinted and noticed someone running on the asphalt.
It was Hyunjin, taking laps around the field with his AirPods in.
I walked closer, taking a look behind me to see if anyone else was out here. And without disturbing him, I took a seat on a metal bench.
He had on a black tank top and gray joggers, his hair tied up into his usual half-pony except it was messy and disheveled.
I tried not to watch him, but it was hard because I had nothing else to do, so I just sat there awkwardly waiting for him to finish up.
Finally, he noticed me and slowed down. Up close, I could see how tired he was. His forehead glistened with sweat and his hair was drenched.
Through labored breathing, he smiled at me. "Hey, Verity."
I raised my hand at him inelegantly.
He grabbed a plastic water bottle from the bench and unscrewed the cap, guzzling it down with his chin tilted up.
His Adam's apple bobbed and his throat rolled with every swallow; I hated that I couldn't tear my eyes away. Even all sweaty and bare like this, he looked so...perfect.
When he finished up the remains of the liquid, he smirked at me knowingly. He knew I was staring, and he loved it. Stop giving him what he wants.
I cleared my throat. "Do you wanna tell me why I'm here?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Why are you here, Verity?" he humored, marching up the steps to sit next to me. He reeked of nature.
"You smell gross." I scooted away from him.
"Aw, thanks." he smiled gleefully, and it pissed me off.
He spread his legs apart and leaned forward, letting his hands dangle over the space between them. I swallowed.
