I Loved You

Ari

I begin mopping the classroom, glaring at Young K as he sits at his desk, playing with an empty water bottle. I don't care how cute he was. If we were both getting punished, he should be putting in some elbow grease too.

"You're part of this clean up crew," I say, holding the other mop out to him.

"Fine, fine," Young K groans, standing up and taking the mop.

"Alright, punk, you can get started on cleaning the front of the room."

He raises his brows at me. "Okay."

I watch him swing his mop around, making an even bigger mess in the classroom.

"Young K!" I shout. "Ya, Young K!"

The brat is actually laughing at what he's done. He puts down the mop, sarcastically saluting me. "I'll see you later boss. Fighting."

I run my fingers through my hair.

God damn, I curse. Why do I even like you?