It's Complicated

04

Come Monday morning, Jimin is picking me up as usual, only this time, when we get out of his truck, Jungkook is waiting off to the side of the main entrance. There's a few people crowded around him like usual, so me and Jimin don't notice anything unusual.

"Good luck with-"

But Jimin dropped his sentence as soon as he saw Jungkook leave the group and approach. The school's quarterback sported his black sleeved and green chested letterman jacket with a confident smile and a certain swag to his walk. Jimin was left speechless, and I just started walking faster.

I left Jimin in the dust, but Jungkook was quick to walk at my pace, "G'morning Y/N. Have a good weekend?"

"Leave me alone," I said without looking at him.

He chuckled, "Didn't I say we should play nice?"

"I am playing nice," I clicked my tongue as I got to my locker and started turning the knob with my combination number.

He chuckled some more with the signature bunny grin that melted all the girl's hearts, "Then I guess I don't wanna see when you're playing dirty." He suddenly put his hand on the locker next to mine and made me look up at his dazzling eyes, "Or do I?"

I slammed my locker shut and glared, "I don't care about playing nice or whatever with you." I noticed people whispering at the mere glance of me talking to him. I wasn't anyone special, but people could tell I wasn't part of the it crowd. So I ducked my head behind my binder and glared some more as I angry whispered, "Our parents can get all cozy together all they want, but that doesn't mean we have too. So just stay away from me."

There was more whispering and stares as I left him by my locker. I didn't care if he was phased by my words or not. I made it my mission from here on out that I would ignore him for the rest of my life. And I swear I will ignore him.

-

"Perfect, right?" Jungkook smiled as he sat with me at the back lab table.

Everyone gasped, laughed, or whispered in shock and ready for gossip. I stared straight ahead as I tried to recall what just happened. I know I started AP Chemistry, and I know the teacher announced that he assigned us partners based on our grade. I also know that I was usually left with no partner, and I'd have to do the project alone, and I was completely ok with it.

But in mere seconds that the teacher announced the project and Jungkook was now sitting next to me, time resumed. I quickly stood up and stared my teacher dead in the eyes. "Sir! I'd like to do this project by myself."

The teacher looked at Jungkook and then to me, but the look on my teacher's face suggested something bad, "Y/N, you should take advantage of Mr. Jeon's knowledge. As I see it, your grades aren't looking too good in this class. Hence why I did the assignment this way."

I stared in horror, slowly sitting back down on the stool as the class giggled and made fun of me. Jungkook even laughed, but offered me a sweet smile as a gift. He leaned in and whispered, "Don't worry, we'll make great partners."

I swallowed hard as I opened up my binder, grabbed my mechanical pencil, and ignored him. I forced myself to make everything white noise, all but the teacher's voice. But as it was, I was in hell. The little sounds of feet shuffling on the floor, small coughs, the clock ticking on the wall, and pens tapping on the tables all bothered me. And above everything else, Jungkook sitting close to me was bothering me.

I couldn't help but notice he had nice handwriting for a guy. I couldn't help but notice the smell of a tame floral scent coming from his body. His hands were rugged, but looked soft. And he seemed to have the habit of doodling whenever he had the chance.

I just took a deep breath and waited for the bell to ring to end my hell.

-

I wasn't able to talk to Jimin in choir much, so by the time I was leaving the classroom, I let out a heavy breath. And it wasn't even half the day yet. But he stepped up next to me and put his arm around my shoulders as we walked to his truck.

"So I take it you've had a wonderful morning?"

"I hate my life and everyone in it," I frowned.

He gasped playfully, pulling his hands up to his mouth and making his eyes go really big, "Even me?! What did lil 'ol me do?!" He got me laughing and smiling; as always. "Ah~," he smiled and poked my cheeks, "There's my pretty girl~ Good to have you back."

My heart skipped a beat at his comment, and made me stop walking. I practically forgot how to function, because it came out of nowhere. And he's done this before, making cute comments like that, and everytime I'm always left startled and clueless on how to act.

He just chuckled as he opened the passenger door for me, "You coming? Or are we suddenly playing freeze tag?"

My brain rebooted itself and I smiled back, "We all know I'd whoop you in tag, so let's just get going." I poked his chest as I walked past him and hopped into his truck.

He tilted his head a bit as he closed the door, "I don't know about that. But we'll have to test that out later."

"What are you talking about," I asked as he got in and started up the truck. "I always won when we played as kids."

"But that's my point. We're older now, and I'm better than I was kiddo."

I narrowed my eyes, "Don't call me kiddo, old man. You're only a year older than me."

"Ohh~! I'm an old man huh?" He put on an old voice, making it raspy, "Look here you kid! Get off my lawn!"

I busted out laughing, "I could totally see you doing that."

He laughed with me, licking his lips and taking side glances, "Yeah? Then I guess you'd be sitting next to me knitting or something and telling me to shut up."

I blushed as I glanced his way for only a second before looking away, "Something like that."

"Perfect," he smiled.

"Yeah... perfect."

"So!" He put his right arm on the back of the seat and drove with one hand, "Tell me about Jungkook. What's going on exactly?"

"My Mom and his Dad are dating."

"Whoa... weird."

"And now were partners in Chem..."

He licked his bottom lip out of habit, "Oh..."

"Ugh, no more please." I groaned, "I'd rather not talk about him. Next."

He looked at me longer than normal, and frowned, "But he-."

I just reached out to turn the radio up more and started singing purposely loud. Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down was just the song I needed at the moment to blare everything out. Even Jimin's eyes. Because I couldn't tell how he was looking at me. But if I didn't know any better, it looked a lot like he was annoyed.