me and you

Chapter 3

As soon as I walked through my front door, my sister and mother were in my face, asking me a million questions. I could hardly make out what either of them was saying, so instead of answering them, I headed for my room. My mother seemed to understand that I wasn't going to deal with them at the moment. My sister, on the other hand, was apparently not the best at reading me. Dahyun followed me upstairs and into my room.

I traded my black uniform skirt, white button down, black blazer, and three inch black heels, for a pair of black jeans, a white camisole, my leather jacket, and my favorite combat boots. As I did all of this she stood in my doorway, watching me. Finally I got sick of it and said, "Yes, Dahyun, how may I help you?"

She shrugged. "You left your fishnets on."

I nodded. "I know that."

"Your hair looks very pretty today," she said casually.

Now I knew she wanted something. My hair always looked the same. I always wore it in an extremely tight, high ponytail. The fact that she said it looked nice, instead of telling me to wear it down and put some curls in it, was an obvious sign that she wanted something from me. "What do you want Dahyun?"

She was looking anywhere but at me. "What makes you think I want something?"

"Tell me," I commanded.

She sighed. "Fine. I saw you while Momo was driving me home. You were not alone though. Who is she? I want details, now."

I rolled my eyes. Of course that's what she wanted. She wanted to find out who the attractive girl I had walked home with was. Well, I wasn't going to tell her, dammit. I shrugged. "Someone you don't know," I answered vaguely.

She scowled. "Obviously. Who is she? Is she your girlfriend?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah Dahyun, she's my girlfriend. We've been secretly dating for two years, and I never told you about her because you would have freaked out," I retorted, sarcasm dripping from every single word.

"Bitch," she grumbled. "Just tell me who she is."

I slipped my phone into my back pocket before pushing past her and going down the stairs. "She's no one, Dahyun. Just leave it alone."

Of course she followed me. "I will not leave it alone. You looked very comfortable with her arm around your shoulders. Just tell me her name at least."

I went into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fridge. "No Dahyun. I will not tell you her name because you don't know her anyway. Why do you need to know her name?"

Our mother, who was in the kitchen, jumped in to the conversation. "Who's name? Did Sana meet an attractive person today?"

Dahyun answered, "I think she did, Mom. But unnie's being a little ass and won't tell me her name."

"What's her name, Zaki?" Mom asked me. "And you have to answer because I'm your mother, and I said so."

I sighed. "Her name is Tzuyu. I met her this morning on my way to school," I informed them around a mouthful of apple.

Dahyun frowned. "What? Jjeuwi? Or Chewy eh eh?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever Dahyun. I'm going to the park before I go to work. I'll be home by seven," I told my mother.

Mom frowned. "Why do you always go to the park, Zaki? I thought you would've grown out of it by now."

"Nope. The park is like my second home, Mom. You know that."

Mom sighed. "Get out, Zaki. And you better be home by seven."

I gave my mother a quick hug and gave my sister the finger before leaving the house. As I was walking to the park, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out to find an unknown number on the screen. I stupidly answered it. "Hello?"