Imperfect Me. (ON HOLD)

Chapter 12

JADE:

The kitchen was a disaster, The spaghetti sauce that was being cooked a moment ago is everywhere dripping  down the counter, Krystal and Jonghyun had a lot more sauce on them than the others.

Kris had a little flour in his hair and his white t-shirt is splattered with the sauce while the side of Jayden's cheek is covered in egg.

I feel my face light up as a sudden idea comes to mind. I quietly pull out the phone from my sweater pocket and manage to snap a few pictures of the guys before they all realise what I'm doing.

Unfortunately it doesn't take long for them to realise and come after me

I squeal and turn to escape but Isaac blocks the way I duck under his arm and pull him from his top with me. We run outside and they all follow suit after us. At the last second I do a U- turn and sprint back in, Isaac in tow while I check to see if Isaac is beside me the guys somehow manage to have us circled. Laughing and Krystal runs head first tackling me in a hug and covering me in the sticky sauce.

"eeeewwwww what was that for?" I complain trying to detach myself from all the food and hugs.
"We thought you might've been feeling a little left out." Jayden jokes
I send him a dry look

"yea I really wanted to be covered in food!"

Jonghyun takes out his own phone and snaps pictures of all of us. There goes my chance of using this as blackmail in the future...

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An hour has passed and the kitchen is almost spotless. I run upto my room to change the sweater in an attempt to clean up.

I glimpse something on my bed, her. I can't help but whip my head back in that direction. Having forgotten what I was just doing I let my feet lead me towards the bed. I sit on the bed feeling the spot I glimpsed her. A small tear makes its way onto my cheek leaving behind a path as it runs down my cheek towards my neck.

"Jade?"

I whip my head towards the voice wiping the lone tear away as subtly as possible. I sense that he may have seen me but can't be sure as he doesn't comment on it.

"Hmmm" I can't help the slightly mournful tone my voice has taken on.

"Are you okay?" He asks, curious.

"Yea, I-it's just my sore throat." I stammer out the lie.

Does he know I'm lying?

"what's up?"  I question.

"Oh I was just wondering whether you wanted some food?"

I nod my head vigorously as relief pours through me. He didn't question me.
He sends me a soft smile and heads down almost silently.

It may not be clear but that right then was Kris being caring. I've only just glimpsed it but it's definitely there under that detached exterior of his. With a sigh I head back down to join the guys.

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I had just entered the school a small smile etched onto my face as yesterday came to mind however, I couldn't help notice a few looks I kept getting. They were calculating. I couldn't help feel a little judged.

Nevertheless I walked to class and took a seat waiting for the class to start.

I haven't seen any of the guys so I feel a little lonely but they probably just got held up somewhere.

Having nothing better to do I start analysing the table full of graffiti dating it all the way back to 1985; a jumble of names of previous and present students, dates alongside the usual expletives and love hearts colouring the table and giving it some much needed life.