Kiss | A 2Yeon Fan-Fiction

26. | nayeon

"Jihyo, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled at her as soon as she opened my passenger side door.

"A lot of things." She said, throwing her bag to my car floor.

"Yeah, clearly. What the hell is this?" I said, pulling out my phone. I handed her my phone and watched as she put her thumbprint in. I had pre-opened it to Jeongyeon and I's conversation from third period.

"I just-,"

"That wasn't your place, Jihyo. What the hell did you tell her?" I asked her, snatching my phone back from her hands. As the line for the exit to her school's crowded parking lot shortened, I grew more anxious. This has been my first time driving since Sana's accident and I'm still not even sure if I'm ready.

"Nothing that wasn't true." She mumbled under her breath, pulling out her phone. She looked down at it shamefully and began texting whom I presumed to be Daniel, her long-term boyfriend.

"Oh, I'm sure. What, did you tell her that I'm desperately in love with her and I'm just waiting on my hands and knees for her to come back for me? No. Fuck that." I snapped, slamming my hands onto the steering wheel, making a loud thump.

"Nayeon, what the hell has gotten into you?" She said, putting her phone down on her lap. "You led on a girl that you knew was in love with you and preyed on that for your own sexual desires. Don't try to put this shit back on me, sis."

"Y-you know that's not true." I said, voice bearing a whisper. Thank god his line isn't getting out anytime soon..

"Admit it then-, you're in love with her." Jihyo said, crossing her arms. She turned her head over to me and shot me daggers with her eyes. I almost felt like she was staring into my soul.

"Maybe in lust." I scoffed, gripping the steering wheel.

"Then why are your palms white from gripping the steering wheel too tight?" She asked me, grabbing a hand of mine to examine and show me. "See what I mean?"

"Because I'm anxious about my first time driving because someone needed a ride home." I said, rolling my eyes and snatching my hand back from her, putting my hand back on the steering wheel.

"And while that may be true, we're basically in park with how slow this line is going and we're at the butt of it. Your body doesn't get anxious about things until the moment they're about to happen, aka, when we're pulling out of here."

"Why in the hell did I have to choose a future criminal psychologist as my best friend?" I asked rhetorically, rolling my eyes.

"Don't change the subject on me now. You're in way too deep now." Jihyo said, looking over at me sincerely.

After a moment of silence had passed, I began scratching at my left elbow. She quickly grabbed my arm, noticing my nervous twitch. Upon her touch, I shivered. I cranked my neck over to look at her and stared her dead in the eyes and said, "You don't think I know that already?"

She looked at me with wide eyes and snatched her arm from my personal bubble. "Nayeon, you're going to lose your damn mind if you keep this shit up. You know that, right?"

"No, I won't. I'll handle it," I reassured myself, almost as if I was patting myself on the back.

"By the time you get over your pride, Jeongyeon will be married to someone in the Everglades and you'll be left here, alone and tortured about the love of your life." Jihyo laughed to herself, making me frown.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say. There's no damn way I'm into her. I like guys. That's it." I said, avoiding eye contact. Jihyo knows me too well.