My Cherished One

Chapter 01 • Jerk

"Shea, dear, someone's knocking at the back door! Will you please attend to it for me?"

Mrs. Smith called out from the kitchen, poking her head out of the door. Shea let out a frustrated breath and rolled her eyes, slapping her pale palms on the table and closing the book she had been reading.

'The exams are coming this week! I need to review and work my ass off! This sucks!'

Shea grumbled internally, her small white face frowning. She thought that there was only one person in this world who would do this kind of thing late at night, and she couldn't be more angry just thinking about how inconsiderate that person always was.

'Damn him! It's ten in the evening for heaven's sake!'

The angry-looking Shea got up from the couch and stomped her way out of the living room towards the back door. When she reached her destination and opened the door, Shea couldn't help but grimace at the silly-looking jerk in front of her.

The young man was grinning like an idiot despite having light wounds and bruises on his face and knuckles. There was blood on the lower left side of his lips, and his shirt was a complete mess.

"Look what I have here."

Shea's knitted brows tightened as she greeted the young man in a mocking tone, arms crossed. Irritatingly, the young man did not answer. The grin on his bruised yet handsome face only widened, causing Shea to roll her eyes and sigh.

"Yeah, right. Come in."

Knowing her job at this very moment, Shea snorted as she let the troublemaker in. The young man, as usual, entered as if it was what it was supposed to be, then walked his way into Shea's room.

His action of being familiar with someone else's house was enough evidence that he'd been doing the same thing for who knows how many times.

Watching the troublemaker, who still had a foolish grin on his face, as he entered her room, Shea snorted again and walked back to the living room to gather all the learning materials before calling her mom to inform her that Aaron was here.

Her mom shouted that she would then prepare some snacks for them.

Did not bother to respond back, Shea made her way to her room. Since their house was just a simple bungalow, in a matter of few strides, she arrived in front of her bedroom door. Though Shea contemplated to enter since she got a bad feeling all of a sudden.

"Dang. I hope he did not pull some weird shit tonight."

As she muttered to herself, Shea took a deep breath and pushed open the door, greeted by the sight of the troublemaker comfortably lying on her bed, as if the room was his.

Irritated, Shea stepped inside and put her books, notes, and pen on her study table. Then she opened one of the drawers and took out the first aid kit.

"Sit up, jerk."

With an irritated mood still concentrate on her system, Shea's way of speaking was rude. Even the aura emanating on her body was dark and heavy as she walked towards the young man.

Aaron, the jerk, on the other hand, was unbothered by Shea's mood, still had that foolish grin plastered on his annoying face as he sat up. Aaron's eyes did not even leave Shea's figure until the young lady settled beside him and started treating his wounds.

"You lost? I hope you were."

"Heh! In their dreams! There was no way in hell that I would lose to those bugs, you know that!"

Aaron's arrogant way of speaking added more sparks to Shea's irritated mood. That is to say, in order to vent some of her frustration, Shea applied more pressure while dabbing the cotton ball on Aaron's wounds, causing him to hiss and wince in pain.