catastrophe° mark

// chapter twelve

Absentmindedly, I discovered myself incoherently sweating for no particular reason. I am usually an ariticulate kind of guy but now, even myself couldn't understand what the heck I am even doing at 6pm of Saturday evening.

After which, the next thing I knew, I was already staring at my phone for minutew.

Constantly looking at the screen, I now realizee what I have been doing the whole time: waiting for 7pm to arrive.

I stole a quick glance across the room to check the time only to find out it was already 6:30. And by surprise, I wore my jacket and my cap as I noticed myself getting anxious.

I tied the shoelaces of my sneakers with trembling fingers and wore my back pack the moment I was done.

Fortunate for me, Dad wasn't home, which would only mean his men are not around to follow me around. Mom said it's Dad's annual Team building camporee so he won't be home for 4 days straight. Jackpot right?

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Unexpectedly, I arrived earlier than planned. Surprising and weird as well.

Because of boredom, I decided to fill my stomach with some ice cream. I mean, ice cream always solves everything. Nearby, was a convenient store. It was kind of crowded but not to narrow for me to enter. I wonder what's the ocassion to why there are a lot of costumers passing by. Nervously entering, i hurriedlg went straight to the fridge and grabbed the usual flavor I eat: cookies and cream.

I then lined up in the counter, like everyone else, to pay for my item and in front of me was a distracting yet attractive tall girl in black, wearing an off-shoulder top and ripped high-waist shorts. I had to admit, her fragrance diffused well right through my nostrils and it seriously smells familiar.

Aside from that,  She was wearing a black choker and had tattoos on her back and a lot of ear piercing. Kind of reminds me of Irah. Since the person in front of her took time with her unpaid items, it gave me more time to examine her.

Yah. Not the creepy nor pervert way. K mean, it's natural for a man to be interested with women. Hah.

Anyway, Her hair was tied in a bun and I find her nape too attractive. Honestly, i want to nuzzle my nose onto it and I do not know why.

The whole time I was lining up, I was so busy staring at her back profile. She looks damn hot and I could stare at her the whole night. I properly wore my cap to conceal my face because it would be lightly embarrassing if she saw me gawking at her.

when it was her turn to pay, she spoke to the male cashier. And I had this familiar feeling and charsima when I heard her voice. It was exactly the same as... I..rah...

FUCK IT IS IRAH.

"Thank you miss"  said the person in charge of the desk. He unkowingly stared at her, in a way that it can melt you while he does so, while she was handing out the money.

It was The kind of stare that thirsty perverts throw at young women. It was certainly not a normal stare but it was saying that he likes to take a bite from her.

He was doing weird hand gestures which boys know ( HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA ) then he bit his lips and fixed his hair.

" Thanks Hansol " Said Irah as she finally drew the money on his palm.

The male cashier, AKA, Hansol, intentionally touched her hand, brushing it as he feigned a tight smile at Irah.

I can't believe what I am seeing. Jealousy and anger rushed through my veins and I felt like combusting in exasperation seeing this Hansol being cocky and a dick head in front ogf her.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING DUDE" i uttered to my self.

Instinctively, I held Irah's shoulder. She flinched at my sudden yanking but she didn't do anything to halt me from doing so. After that, I overtook her place and nervously faced Hansol with a stoic expression. I've never done this and I cannot believe I will be doing this.

" Babe, what are you buying? " i said with quivering lips. Irah was clearly frightened and I felt sorry but I had to do what I needed to do. " Tsk, dude, sorry she's mine " i added once more to Hansol, ruffling Irah's hair as she wrinkles her nose.

I didn't buy anything anymore because my attention was already focused on Irah. Flabbergasted, Hansol's jaw dropped when I curtly clasped Irah's shoulder, I stepped out of the line and pulled her out of the store. Restraining with full frustration, Irah tries to bite my arm but fail to do so since I was able to hold her head away.

"THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU " . She scowled, throwing my hand away.

Instead of replying through words, I took off my jacket and gave it to her.

Looking clearly at her facade, i noticed that Her face looked more matured this time. I scrutinizer he even more some clarification which she found quite distrubing.

"bwoo!?" she abruptly asked. "aigoo.you look older this time." i answered That's it. It's because she wore too much makeup. She had red lipstick, black eyeshadow and filled her brows. I decided to pull out my towel and wiped her lips with it. She grabbed my hand and pulled it away from her "MARK WHAT THE FUCK. You're ruining my makeup " . She shouted as she stepped away from me. " Irah, why are you even dressed like that. It's so not you " . i answered. " This is me. " . She said as she wore my jacket properly. I decided not to argue with her anymore because no matter what I do, she's always going to win even though what she's saying are all blasphemy.

" Where are we going anyway? ". I asked as I pressed my hands together. She gave me a smile and pulled me somewhere else. She called a taxi and we both hopped in. " I'll pay for everything " . She said as she whispered to the driver the address. This is getting too scary. I think she's about to do something bad to me FUCK THIS. " Noona. Ani, I'm still young " . She just laughed and hit me in my shoulder. " Aniii. We're going somewhere fun " .