"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...
Despite the previous disruption, I was able to make a productive use of my study hall time by catching up on classwork and missing notes. It's quite funny how much daydreaming, and by daydreaming I mean fantasizing about a person, and by person I mean Hyunjin, can occupy your mind during class. I caught myself thinking about him so much to the point where I forgot where I was, hence my blank notebook.
I can't lie and say that I've been entirely focused, however. My mind kept running back to Hyunjin. Him and his delicate, slender fingers grazing my cheek, him and his hungry eyes devouring me without warning, him and his sultry voice trying to tease me into submission. And most importantly, the fact that it nearly always works.
I still couldn't figure out why this was happening to me. All I had ever wanted since freshman year was a relationship, for a boy to give me some sort of attention. I wanted to somehow prove that I was capable of being loved by a boy. Hyunjin gives me so much attention, it's almost unbearable. So, why do I feel like I need to push him away?
Maybe it's because I can't tell if he's being genuine. Maybe it's because he has built a picture perfect reputation from lying all his life. How could I ever bring myself to trust someone like him?
Yet even after all of these premonitions, there's this slight feeling in my gut that sometimes screams at me to look past his flawless facade. To look past all the lies, the dishonesty, the image that he tries to distract me with. There is something in the way that he looks at me when nobody is around. I could never forget the evening I spent in his art gallery, standing beside the version of Hyunjin that I know he never shows anyone else.
It was raw, and it was real.
When I spoke to him, he looked at me with so much intent, as if he was trying to etch every single word that escaped my lips permanently into his brain. He notices every shift in my posture, every twitch of a muscle, every falter of my voice. It was as if he studied me endlessly, trying to learn everything about me inside and out.
But then as soon as we both stepped foot on campus, he would revert back to his snarky, insufferable ways. And it would be unrealistically instant, like a switch.
So, did I fall for Hwang Hyunjin, or did I fall for a false identity?
Suddenly, a pair of fingers are snapping in my face.
"Uh, Verity?" Brooke tilts her head, her brows stitching into a mixed look of concern and confusion. Her eyes were fixated on my notebook.
