Assumptions | Kise x OC

02 | NOT Alone

02 | NOT Alone

"Mari, I thought you were better than this! How could you destroy public property on your first day of school? This harms not only your reputation, but the family's reputation as well! What were you thinking?"

I flinch and duck my head away as Mom continues to rant. The tiny, middle-aged woman paces back and forth in the living room, her face slowly but surely turning red. Even the flowers in the vases seem to shudder in her presence. I don't think a 4'10 Asian housewife should be this intimidating.

"I was trying to get a drink out of the vending machine," I try explaining for the upteenth time in a row.

"Why didn't you go to a different machine?" Mom snaps, pausing her angry stomps to stand in front of me with her hands on her hips.

"The guy already put his money in it."

I realize my mistake too late. A record scratches and stops. Birds stop singing. The house's temperature drops below negative. Darkness creeps out from the depths of hell and enwraps Mom in its claws.

"A boy was involved?" she asks, her eyes forming slits.

"Yes, he was trying to buy me a drink."

"Why?"

I hesitate. "He..." I lower my voice. "...hit me..." Even quieter. "...in the face..." I whisper, "...with his elbow."

"He hit on you?!" I'd like to thank not only God, but Jesus, too; she heard me wrong. "I told you to stay away from boys until you've finished college! They're nothing but trouble!"

I sweatdrop. This talk again? I'm a high schooler, not a ten-year-old who just discovered that boys and girls have different anatomy for the first time. "I didn't do it on purpose."

The front door swings open before Mom can spout out any more nonsense. My fourteen-year-old sister, Hana, walks into the living room where the drama's taking place. She looks between me and Mom raises her eyebrows.

"What's going on?" she asks.

Mom ignores her question, prompting her, "Hana, did you speak to any boys today?"

"Nope," Hana replies.

"Good. You should tell your older sister to do the same." My jaw drops. I can't believe Mom just went there, telling a middle schooler to teach me how to act in public. "I'm going to start dinner. Be ready to eat in an hour."

I escape to my room in the nick of time and throw myself onto my bed. I roll from my stomach onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. It looks a lot like the rest of my room: naked. I haven't gotten around to unpacking all of my decorations yet.

I spot my yellow bunny plushie and it triggers the memories of earlier today. Kise. That's his name, right? More like Ki-sucks. I need time to think of better insults. It doesn't change the fact that what he did earlier is ruining my life.

I close my eyes and sigh. At least I'll be able to escape the madness of my house at school.

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"Watch out, that's Crazy American."

"Do you think she carries weapons on her?"