One Shot: Irresistible Part 2

Pt.2

Again with another Friday, Armani breezed in her last class, having everyone stare at her in shame. Ever since the news got out that her and Jiyong were dating, everyone in school were giving her weird looks; whether it was in class or when she walked down the school corridor.

However, Jiyong was in the wrong, too. But for some reason, nobody looked at him in a different way. Why was that? Was it because he was a teacher?

From time to time, she ignored their peers, thinking that they would stop anytime soon, but they haven't stopped throughout the whole week; it really started to piss her off. Was it because she was black? Or was it because they've never seen a teacher dating a student before?

"Wae?! Wae?!" (What?! What?!) She yelled in irritation. They all turned away startled, but still took glances at her as she ambled up to her seat.

At her seat, she could just hear them whispering to each other casually. This wasn't new to her at all. She didn't want to make a scene and get sent to the principal's office like the high school student she used to be. Who knew what could happen afterwards; Jiyong could get fired... officially.

"Neo gwanchan ni? Kwon seonsaengnim yeoja chingu?" (You doing alright? Teacher Kwon's girlfriend?) Jaehyun teased with a snicker. Armani rolled her eyes at him and proceeded to scrutinize her phone.

He sat in the empty chair beside her and took her phone out of her hands. "I advise you to stop doing that." She said with a stern tone.

"And I advise you to stop being so impolite. Naneun neoui chingu aniya. Naneun neoui oppa ya." (I'm not just your friend, I'm your oppa.) He retorted.

"You're so full of shit sometimes." She mumbled with a scoff.

"Mwo?" He questioned out of confusion, misunderstanding her smooth-spoken English.

Just then, Jiyong stepped in the class looking sexy as always, wearing a very loose teal dress shirt tucked in his pants, black jeans that were cuffed halfway up his legs, being able to see his clean white socks. That provocative strut he did as he ran his fingers through his hair, directing himself to his desk, always drove her crazy.

"Oh! Look who it is, the boyfriend himself." Jaehyun snickered. Getting even more annoyed, she nudged him in the stomach and told him to shut up, grabbing her phone back from him.

Students stood up from their seats, greeting and bowing respectively towards him.

"Annyeong. I have completed correcting all your exams, so please have a look at it on your account on the school's website when you get home." Halfway there to see her score, Armani was already logged in on her phone.

"I think I know what you got. An 'A+' with congratulatory sex." Jaehyun whispered.

She ignored his stupid buffoonery in reason of her unexpected grade. She couldn't believe it. He gave her a 'D'. She presumed that it could've possibly been a sexual joke, but she knows Jiyong doesn't joke around when it comes to school work. She studied extra hard for that exam, and this is the score he gives her? This wasn't right. She deserved at least a 'B'.

Jaehyun perceived the look of disappointment on her face, "Mooseun il-iya? (What's the matter?)" He asked concerned. She threw her phone on the table and sighed audibly. He took a look at it for himself and grasped.

"Ah~" He nodded. Her arms were crossed over her chest, throwing evil glares at him. He knew how hard she worked for that exam. Why the hell would he do that? It must've been his revenge for her inviting Jay over the other night.

"You look pretty pissed. I mean, look at the bright side, at least he didn't fail you." One quick shift towards his direction made him not want to speak again.

"I'll shut up now." He said.

*****

After class, Armani packed up her things right before ambulating up to Jiyong's desk. "What the fuck, J?! A 'D'?! Why would you give me that?!" She yelled in a whisper.

Slightly embarrassed of what the students might be thinking, Jiyong didn't know how to react.

"Not now, Armani. We'll talk about this later." He whispered carefully.

"You gave me a 'D'." She repeated.

"Listen, on school grounds, I'm your professor and you're my student, got that? Now, hurry up and leave before we both get in trouble, and I get fired." His temper started to rise.

"So it's all about you, isn't it?! What matters the most is you keeping your job, but my grades aren't shit to you, are they?!" She stormed out the class crushed, whilst Jiyong just sat there, breaking his pencil in half.

In her driveway, she got out her car and slammed it shut with full force. She unlocked her front door and entered her home, taking her coat and her shoes off afore plopping herself on the couch.

Switching on her television, she heard her cellphone ring. She declined the call as soon as she saw Jiyong's ID on the screen. This always happens. First, he gets angry with her, then at the end of the day, he tries to apologize.

When does it stop?

He left her a voicemail, but she never even bothered to listen to it. All she wanted to do was relax from a hard and stressful day at school.

Suddenly, her doorbell rang numerous times. "Until when is this gonna stop? Huh? Armani, please answer the door. Don't do this to me, please. I'm sorry." He begged.

He heard footsteps approaching the door. She opened just a crack and saw him in tears. Her heart ached. She wanted to cry herself, just seeing him torn apart. She's never seen him shed a tear before, not once.

"Do you know how hard it is for me? Do you even care about me? Does my life mean nothing to you?" She stayed silent; not a single peep came out of her.

"J..." She couldn't bare to continue. His gloomy eyes were just so hard to look at.

"What? Now that you've seen me like this, you feel sorry for me? Is that it?" Her hands went up to his frontal to wipe his tears away, but he dodged them.

"Hajima. (Don't.) I don't need pity right now. You and me... this is way too complicated. I don't know what else to do to make this work."

"You're breaking up with me?" She asked, holding back her tears.

"I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. I just can't." He said. Just like that, he left her doorstep, got into his car, and drove off without a proper farewell.