Goals

EIGHT ~ Jealousy at Its Cutest

"Hey Summer," Kihyun greeted me warmly with a smile. I grinned back, hitching my glasses up my nose. "I mean, fake girlfriend."

I laughed. "You're honestly so cute, I wouldn't mind being your real girlfriend." Kihyun smiled wider.

"So tell me about this guy you're trying to trick," Kihyun said as we drove to my school.

"I don't know," I sighed. "I don't want to like him, but...it's so hard for me not to. I don't know what it is about how rough he is, how fast he can talk. He raps a lot, you know? he dances, too. But he doesn't let anyone know."

"Then how do you know he dances?"

"He's my dance instructor," I giggled.

"Wow," Kihyun said, eyes widened. "You dance?"

"A little, yeah," I said. "You know I learned ballet."

"Yeah, but I'm not so sure Jooheon's a ballet teacher. He sounds unlike that type," Kihyun said. I laughed again.

"Yeah. He mostly dances to hip hop type of stuff," I said, leaning back on the chair. "And it kills me everytime I see him dancing. He just looks so attractive, you know? but he's dating Tina."

"What?" Kihyun said, almost running into a curb.

"He's dating my stepsister, Tina. She's pretty. And arrogant. Like a peacock. Oh my Lord, I didn't think that Jooheon would be so tasteless."

"Yeah," Kihyun sighed. "If he had a chance with a woman like you, why would he ever go with a - no offence - slut like Tina?"

"None taken," I mumbled as I watched the school building get bigger in the distance. Jooheon was waiting outside the school, Shownu, Wonho and Minhyuk by his side. Minhyuk looked apprehended, playing with his hands in his oversized sweater, while Shownu and Wonho had blank expressions. I saw them talking to Jooheon, who was gritting his teeth.

He looked right at Kihyun, and his eyes widened, his clenched jaw faltering. I could tell he didn't believe me when I said I had a boyfriend. Well, I was lying.

"He hates me already," Kihyun said. "Look at the way he's staring. Like, I know I'm hot, but he doesn't have to do that."

I snorted. "You're making me nervous. He beats me up, you know."

"What?" Kihyun said, stepping on the brakes. "He beats you up?"

"Yup," I said. Popping the 'p'. "I need to go, Kihyun." I awkwardly kissed his cheek as he smiled and blushed. Then I was off like a rocket. I tried to get into the building without being stopped, but Jooheon was on my case.

"Where do you think you're going, loser?" he called, blocking my way.

"Leave her alone, Jooheon, please," Minhyuk ordered. Jooheon ignored him.

"Hey, let go of my girlfriend or I'm calling the police!" someone yelled. Jooheon dropped me, and scowled at the direction of Kihyun's car.

"Guys, let's go. We don't need to waste our time on her," Jooheon muttered, glaring away from me. He didn't look at me at all before he went inside the building. Kihyun insisted that I wasn't alright.

"I refuse to let you go there, when you could die," he said. "I'd rather he punched me to death than he lay a finger on you."

"Kihyun, that's so insanely sweet," I said. "But seriously, that isn't necessary. I need to get to school."

"Be careful," he mumbled. "I'll pick you up after."

"Okay," I said, already walking into the school. I suddenly wished I'd skipped class to stay with Kihyun, because I was scared Jooheon would ambush me with insults and maybe a few punches.

But I got out my books and headed to class without any disturbances. Or so I thought. My first class was History, which I hated. I felt like I could have been making history instead of rotting away learning about it. And at the end of every lesson, the teacher would say, "And now you know about it, how's it sound to make history of your own?"

I found a note in my locker. It was signed anonymous.

'You're stupid, you know? I need to talk to you in the cafeteria after first period. Skip class, I know you do it.'

I reread the note several times to try and think of someone with that handwriting. But no one came to mind. I decided to sneak to the cafeteria and see if anyone was there after History. I had someone I hoped it would be, but at the same time I was sure it couldn't be him. I kept hoping, though.