72 Hour Bet

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Jimin 9:00 am 54 hours 30 minutes.
I flipped my pencil around, feeling better and better as it clicked on the table. People tossed annoyed looks as they tried concentrating on this useless pretest. Why do a pretest? To see what you know. But why do you wanna know that?

So you could educate people unevenly. Let's say~ you ace the test. Because you just love chemistry. And so the teacher says you don't need to learn anything and let's you slack off. But those who don't know have to work their asses off. But wait- who the hell would spend their extra time studying chemistry. So-

I honestly have no point going on here. I'm obviously trying to avoid certain thoughts. Perhaps the fact that Taelee is horrified at my previous actions. Or that I may just give up on the bet entirely.

I glance down at the paper. I'm not even gonna try. I'll just guess.

My pencil breaks.

Wow. Ironic. Ugh.

I throw it in my backpack and sit back.

Taelee was so not impressed. I feel so gross. But it felt good. Maybe I gave her enough hint to tell her that I have certain feelings. Maybe-

Fuck it. I ruined everything. I'm screwed and I lost my Bestfriend because of some bet I absentmindedly agreed to. I refuse to confront Ken about it. I have pride you know.

Sam nudges my knee.

"Need a pencil?" She whispers.

"Sure."

She takes one out. I thank her and realize something in her backpack. I point at it.

"What's that for?"

I was scared to hear her answer. It terrified me- this whole self-harm stuff. And seeing a knife in there; I glance at her visible skin.

"For science. It's pretty dumb. But it's for this thing where we make burn plastic. So we need knives to cut it." She continues working on her paper.

This school is full of mysteries. Because first off- knives aren't allowed, second off. She's wearing Ken's coat. I could tell- and recognize that sheer, expensive ass coat.

Her leg kept twitching, I wanted to reach out and hold it still.

That isn't my business though. At the front of the class was the clock that determined when we get to exit this hell of a place. Maybe if I seduce this lady; she'll let me out.

No too far Jimin.

I'm scaring myself.

I was obviously joking. Right?

I don't know myself.

Like- I never wanted to kiss Taelee there in the first place, but the next second I'm doing it.

I was horrified at myself too. I felt like a rapist. It's just- if I can't even kiss her, what makes me think I could have sex with her?

I patter my fingertips on the counter and enter random answers to this pretest.

Taelee 12:30 pm 51 hours
It's lunch time and I'm used to sitting with Jimin. But he distanced himself and sat with a group of boys. What a punk. First- he refuses to tell me why the hell he even asked me those question yesterday night. And he refused to answer why he did what he did.

Now he can't confront me. So he leaves me to eat alone.

If it weren't for me being close with him- I would have ruined his whole pretty face by now.

I slapped my tray on an empty table and sat.

His eyes made way to mine. I glare at him and wave my hand for him to come over. He bites his lip and nods. He has a point though- to not confront me.

Because it'll be awkward.

He walks down aisles of tables, waving casually and people he knew. His uniform looked so stylish on him. Like- most boys look ordinary. But he rocks the black pants and uniform shirt.

Back to me being pissed and mixed feelings.

"Hey." He slides his tray slowly onto the table, and sits with a creak.

"Hi. How was chemistry." I chewed on a fry.

"Um. Stupid. You?"

"I don't have that class until fifth period remember?"

"Oh yea. Sorry- I'm not in my right mind today."

He must mean by the kiss. He must be trying to reference it.

"So.. Care to explain?"

His fingers fidget. I feel anxiety roll up, where I barely could breathe. If he confesses something that I think he will- it'll explode. By that I mean, my emotions. I'll explode.

"Well, I was um.. Sorry Taelee. I feel wrong. Please don't think much of it."

"Why?"

"Because.. Just don't."

"Jimin." I said tilting my head and staring at him like a mother would when she suspects that her kid is lying.

"Hm?"

"Do you- like me?" I don't dodge the point- I go straight to it.

He doesn't freeze. The world doesn't freeze like movies do when these moments happen. But what does freeze is my thoughts.

I don't think of anything else but him right now. All my mind could center on is him. But not just for this moment. It's almost every single day, near or not near him. My mind is always on him.

Him confessing would lead to me having to.

"Yes.. Yes I do Taelee. ."

A/N

This is short because I wanted to end it :)) NOT THE BOOK. The chapter. It is a short story though. Take care cacti ~mumma cactus