I Like You the Best

7) First Day of School

Tiffany shot up from her seat and frantically flapped her hands. "Ew! Ew! Ew! Ugh you disgusting foreigner! You maniac! You totally ruined my night! Daddy!" She stormed her way out of the restaurant as she swivels her hips. Everyone in the restaurant paused and watched her dramatic exit.... or her butt. "Babe wait!" Kikwang ran after her, leaving through the front door as well. I sat there in utter shock, rewinding the moment in my head.

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My head instantly turned to Tiffany next to me, throwing up my insides all over her lap. BBbBbBBBLLEEUGhhhhhh! Kikwang pushed his chair away from Tiffany and bit his fist as he watched her get covered by my gunk. Haekyung was clapping and hooting while Eomma and Appa tightened their eyebrows feeling sorry for the poor lard. For Tiffany on the other hand, she shrieked a ear-pitching cry with her mouth wide open. No worries I didn't get any in her mouth, at least I don't think so.

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"Haha yeah! You show her!" Haekyung went for a highfive. But I ignored it while I let my eyes search around her seat. Man that's digusting. Appa desperately pushed the buzzer to send a waiter as soon as possible. "주십시오 확인! (Check please!)" Appa pleaded as the waiter arrived. 

We loaded ourselves in the car. Kikwang sat in the middle in between me and Kikwang in the back seat. He was focused straight ahead with his arms folded tightly against him. The muscles in his neck was tense. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths through his flared nostrils as we left the parking lot. He was clearly upset. "Hey Kikwang look, I'm really sorry about what happened back there. I didn't mean to... you know, do that to her." I apologized. I really didn't mean to. It was an immediate reaction to puke to my left. I could have puked on anyone. It  just miraculously happened to be Tiffany. If Tiffany wasn't there, then Kikwang would be the one getting the acid shower. Hehe that would have been funny. 

Kikwang let out a huge sigh and opened his eyes. He still had his eyes fixed in front of him, avoiding eye contact. "It's okay. It's mostly my fault. I should have told you that you ordered pig fat. I just didn't know you would have a reaction to it like that." 

"You knew what I was ordering?! And you didn't tell me?! Jerk!" I playfully punched him in the arm. I managed to get a shy smile out of him as he looked down at his feet and rubbed his arm.

 I sprinted inside to the bathroom when we arrived at the house. The pig fat after taste was still lingering on my taste buds. I whisked the toothbrush in my mouth with double the dollops of toothpaste. Even though the taste was gone the disgusted murky cloud inside me didn't disappear.  I went to my room across the hall , grabbed my towel and returned to the bathroom for a shower. I stripped down and wrapped the towel around me. I glanced at the shower controls with the biggest brain fart.

There were six multiple handles, each with different controls. They either maneuver the water's pressure, heat, flow, texture, you name it. Okay so do you push down the first one and then twist the bottom right knob to turn on the shower with warm water? No you're suppose to pull the middle knob while turning the 3rd nob to the left. Oh my gosh why are these showers so confusing? I've always had Eomma turn it on for me and then leave me to my privacy. Even though she explained how the shower works every single time I can't seem to get it right. It looks like Eomma has to come to the rescue again.

I cracked the bathroom door open a little so Eomma can hear my cry for help, "Eomma! Eomma!" Then there was a strong force pushing the door open, making me loose my balance and bonking my head on the wall. Kikwang casually welcomes himself in. I shoved myself in the corner and had the door shield my body as I nervously tried to put my towel back on. I've never felt so violated before.

"Sabrina! where are you?" Kikwang demanded as he lurked in the bathroom. 

"Get out you perv!" I chucked a bar of soap from the sink next to me while still protecting myself behind the door.