My Swag Boy Pt. 2: Forgotten Love

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[High.D's POV]
Tomorrow, is my birthday. I know I've said that pondering about my birthday wipes out my positive thoughts... But I just can't help it! I just wonder what would actually happen on my birthday. Would anyone care? Would anyone celebrate it with me? Or would anyone just ignore the fact that my birthday is the day after tomorrow and do nothinf about it?

"Hey~" Someone wrapped his left arm around the front of my waist and pulled me down as he plopped hinself on to my bed with his face hitting my pillow first. "Whatcha doin?" He asked in english with his face still hidden by my pillow. His deep voice was blocked by the pillow too.

"Amugeotdo aniya(Nothing). Geunyang(Just)... Amugeotdo eobseo(Nothing)."

"I gotta a question." "Baeteo(Spit it)." I said.

"Who's your Ideal type?" I froze. I don't know who! I can only describe who my ideal type is. What do I say?! "This is awkward... It's okay if you don't wanna-" "Moreugettda(I don't know). I can describe it for you if you want." I plastered a grin as I sat up straight on my bed and looked at him.

He bobbed his head with a smile as a sign for me to continue. "Funny." "That's it? No... Handsome? No cute? No?" He stared at me with an astounded look. "It would be better if that guy's good looking. And taller & older than me."

"So you like old men?" His flabbergasted look turned into a nauseated one.

"No! What the hell?! I meant someone older than me by a few years, or months." I slowly narrowed my eyes into a straight line and whacked his arm.

He laughed it off but his laughter slowly fades away and shifted his eyes back at me. "What else?" I could see curiosity & interest growing in his eyes. "Bad boy(?)"

He then stood up from my bed and exclaimed "I can show you a bad boy." He smirked at me. "But you can't show me a guy with a good sense of humor and good looks." I returned him a smirk.

His smirk slowly formed back into a straight line. "Hey! I have good looks, I tell you!"

"What about a good sense of humor?" My smirk never left my face. "Umm... I- Umm... No. Forget about that! I have the 'B' & 'G'!" He scoffed and another smirk appeared on his face.

"What does 'B' & 'G' stand for?" I had a bemused expression now. Why did he set me thinking? He knows very well that I hate thinking. That's why I hate school. Though I'm smart......

"I have a bad boy image and good looks." "Do you know that I dislike overconfident guys?" He stopped smirking. "I'm not overconfident!" He denied and I chortled.

"Yea~" Notice the sarcasm in it. "And didn't you hear me? I said you can't show me a guy with a good sense of humor and good looks." "Are you saying I'm not handsome?!" He pressed his right palm against his chest and breathed in dramatically.

"I don't like dramatic guys either." "I'm not dramatic!" I laughed again.

Then he set himself back on to my bed and sent a grimace. He leaned in closer with eyes that made me feel somehow... horrendous...

I slanted my body backwards. "I'll show you bad boy." A naughty smirk was visible in my sight. I feel awkward. Vernon's gaze is burning me!

I gasped when I felt my back meeting the bed. He had me barricaded. He then leisurely moved his head to the left side of my neck. I inhaled as I felt his hot breath on me. He tilted forward and I could almost feel his dry lips on my neck when he pulled back.

I quickly sat up and darted him a glare. "Don't tease me!" I spat. "I thought you wanted a bad boy." "Shut up, get out." He showed me another smirk before leaving my room.