Loving Lylah

Chapter 5

Jimin

She was one heck of a girl. The one Jimin met back at the airport. She'd been running around his mind ever since their accidental encounter and let's not forget that kiss. Jimin smiled wistfully.

He was now back at his dorm room at Arlington High Boarding School, or AHBS as some refer to it as. Lounging around in his room and wondering if he'd ever meet that little spitfire again, Jimin had completely forgotten about his 'fiancée'. He had to start attending class the next day and yet he lay on his couch, hair tousled and slightly damp from his recent shower, thinking about the girl with brown eyes and soft lips.

Clumsy. What a suitable name for her. He thought. He didn't know why but he had this unexplainable need to see her again. Talk to her. He knew even from their brief encounter, she would be someone he'd be glad to have in his life. She would certainly spice things up for him.

In all his life, girls had always surrounded him. Of course, why wouldn't they? After all, he had it all. The looks, the money, the fame and friends. Girls had always tried to be with him but he never gave them much notice. It's not that he was shy or gay or anything. He just thought they were much more trouble than they were worth. Too much drama, he'd always say. That didn't mean he was inexperienced in any aspect though. He was still a guy and with influencing friends like his, it was hard not to be.

Jimin's thoughts drifted to his engagement. One he didn't want. Soon he'd be married to the girl of his father's choice and his freedom would be cut off. He had to do anything and everything in his power to stop that from happening. He'd go to any lengths to break this agreement, and he'd do so by scaring the girl away. He'd torture the poor thing until she herself broke the engagement, that way, his father wouldn't be able to blame him. And he'd get what he wanted. Now it was just a matter of meeting this girl.

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Lylah

It was one of those days. You know, the kind of days where everything seems to be going wrong and the entire world just seems to be against you. The type of days where you wake up and you just know that it was gonna be a shit day. I didn't know why. Most probably because I had to start going to classes that afternoon.

I arrived back late at night and Blair and I stayed up even later, talking about everything my parents told me. Her exact reaction was sputtering out the coffee she was sipping and exclaiming "What the actual fuck?!"

After a looong conversation, we headed off to bed around 4:30 am.

I woke up to find that Blair had already gone off to classes as hers started a little before mine did. Showering quickly and wearing a simple red and black T-shirt with black ripped jeans and throwing on my denim jacket on top, I rushed out of my room, searching for my white sneakers.

Finally, after finding my sneakers, I headed off to my first class of the day. Thankfully, today I didn't have a hectic schedule. First, Bio, Chem, English and lastly, Art.

I was looking through my bag, making sure I had all my books when I bumped into Chelsea Houston.

"Hey girl. When'd you get back?" She asked, slinging an arm over my shoulder.

Chelsea and I met in our second year at the school. She had transferred in from Australia and was the new shy girl, so a lot of people picked on her. One day, Blair and I saw a bunch of guys cornering her so immediately we went to her rescue. Since then, she had become our best friend.

Chelsea was the shy type. She wasn't a major nerd but was definitely introverted. She had waist length blonde hair and baby blue eyes which gave her the innocent look. She stood at 5'5, just an inch taller than me and a few inches shorter than Blair. In our group of friends, Blair was the tallest and the most outgoing while Chelsea was the quietest. Though, when she was around us, Chelsea could be quiet extroverted as well. I was more of a mix of the two. I'd like to call myself an extroverted introvert.