Chapter 29: Hello Mr. Jealous

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"Thank you--" My words trailed off as I took the phone and my eyes met his. Upon realising it was RM you froze up.

He seemed... Different. He wore a cute smile, his dimples showing and enhancing his features that made him so handsome. His hair was different, it was done up so perfectly.

 His hair was different, it was done up so perfectly

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"No problem" He replied with a smile. I bowed quickly before shuffling away from him, continuing a slow walk home. Is that even the same man? Maybe, it's just someone who looked like him.

I entered my home, making sure to lock the door behind me. My feelings had altered about RM on the way back. The way he was acting rose suspicion. I felt like he was up to something, like he was here with me. I looked out my window and towards the bus stop. There he was on his phone, calling someone. I was watching for a while then he looked up at my window. He's. Looking. At. Me. A smirk grew on his face when he realised our gaze was matched. I pulled the curtain shut before we could stare for any longer. I jumped into bed and hid under the covers with my phone.

Y/N:

I'm safe. 😓
In fact he didn't seem to be that bad.
He seemed nice 😁

Sexy Leader:

Thank goodness your safe.
And no y/n he is not nice!
Don't let him trick you! 😡
I promise he's bad! Evil! Terrible!

Y/N:

Dude stop getting jealous.
Just because I thought he was nice,
Don't mean I like him. 😒

Sexy Leader:

Did he get your number?!

Y/N:

Nope. So sad.

Sexy Leader:

Good. Now I can sleep.
Goodnight

Y/N:

Night jealous hobi~

Sexy Leader:

😑 GOOD. Night

I placed my phone on the side and proceeded to change into my pyjamas, before slipping back into bed and sleeping.

My eyes fluttered open when the light seeped through the curtain and onto my face. I sat upright and stretched before going through my morning routine. I packed my bag and left the house for school.

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