"No." I shot a glare at Sunny, who upped back timidly with her hands raised up to her lips just begging for me to change my mind. I would rather die. I don't want to be seen in that square of testosterone. "Hell to the no." I say, wishing that I just stayed home now. I knew that she would get me in trouble. More trouble then I knew I was already in.
Fuck me. I stared off into the distant blue ocean realizing that I hadn't even got a chance to even touch it. I wonder if I could drown right now. Or maybe by some miracle, could I knock out this Mr. Galaxy, and a huge tide come rolling in to swallow him whole. "Okay fine, I'll do it." Sunny jumped up in excitement clapping her hands.
And I wished that she wouldn't have done that wearing that bathing suit of hers. I shield my eyes, feeling my heart crawl up to force its way out of my throat once more, before exhaling. "But I wanna be against Kris Sunbaenim."
"and I'll be on a team with him." She cut in hurriedly. "I-If, that's okay with you."
Kris looked as if he couldn't care less who's on what goddamn team. He was clearly in this based off of some stupid dare, or just because he wanted to get his eyes full. Possibly his hands. And in a minute I'm finna make him catch these hands. "Let's just go already." I got up, and was instantly dragged by Sunny to the location of the net.
I saw some chic there, that kept eyeing me over and over again. Not the kind of eye that I usually would hope to get. But the death stare, daggers shooting through the ire opponent, finish her mortal combat kinda stare. I didn't know what the hell her problem was, but she needed to cut that out before I punch her a new one right in the center of her head.
I turn away slowly, trying to get my mind off her but was reacquainted with the boys from earlier. The ever so courageous, poetic genius, Kim Jonghyun.
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He I was generally okay with due to the fact that he was the one that kept his snarky ass comments to himself. That, and the fact that I know he's been best friends with Sunny and Taemin for a long time. Nothing but good can come from him. But what really bothers me is that he chose to acquaint him selves with the likes of Kris Wú.
I saw him by the cooler, grabbing a couple of cold drinks in his arms after the one in his hand was almost finished. He raced over here grinning at me so suddenly, hitting me with the "Hey" like every other boy in this world, that can't think of a better line to say other than. "Wanna drink?" No thank's I-- HOLY SHIT THIS IS COLD ASSSSS
He tripped somehow bumping into me with the cold ass light beer, drenching my whole entire outfit. I was pissed. The. Fuck. Off, and could feel the kinetic energy of my hands moving to form two giant fists, ready to beat down a bitch.
"Are you kidding me right now?!??" I yelled, staring down Jonghyun who'd been just as innocent as I was as the victim.
Because it wasn't him that did it. But it was the same said bitch from earlier. "Why the---
