Plern sighed. 24 hours later and all she had collected was that Knock stayed the night and they ate pizza. Crappy information! She played on her phone and noticed that Knock was playing a football game later that afternoon.
Sitting more upright, she gave a twisted smile. Now that was something she could use. Having already memorized Korn's scheduled, that gave her an hour alone with Knock. A whole hour of flirting and cheering before the boyfriend showed up. What a golden opportunity!
Packing up her textbooks, she swiftly ran back to her dorm room to change into a cuter outfit. She had noticed yesterday, Knock liked demure tops on girls but he liked her legs. So legs it was. Out came another short tight black skirt with a full peasant blouse. After checking her makeup once more, Plern smiled to herself. Perfect, she thought. If I don't say it, who else will?
She always ensured that her dorm room door was locked behind her, in fact, it was double locked. Even the balcony door was locked tightly with the curtains drawn at all times. Plern knew her secrets could effectively ruin her reputation.
Plastering on her best fake smile, she did her wiggle walk to the football field. Her long black hair flowed down her back, escaping neatly from two hair clips on each side of her face, perfectly framing her high cheekbones. Her lips were painted with cherry red lipstick, emphasising the fullness of the bottom lip.
To Plern, it was her "come fuck me" lip stick but in reality, Plern was still a virgin. She had made a vow to herself that no man would taste her until her wedding night. Yup, she was the ultimate tease.
The smile turned genuine as she thought over all of the "conquests" since high school. Sun, who gave her gift cards in freshman year to her last boyfriend, who set her up in her current business. Plern hadn't had to ask her parents for anything in years, well, except for tuition. Even that, she was now paying herself.
It was her goal to be complete independent before she graduated.
There was one problem that she hadn't figured out yet. How to stop feeling like a whore when she used men the way she did. Why did using the stuff men so freely handed to her make her feel dirty?
Plern shook her head. This was not the time for deep thoughts. She had to get her head back into the game of stealing Knock away from Korn!
Korn smiled to himself as the prof gave permission to leave the lab early. It was rare that he got to watch Knock play the first half of the game when he had an afternoon game. This semester had been challenging.
If he hurried, he'd be able to give him a good luck kiss in the bathroom before the match started!
Reaching the field, he spotted Knock in conversation with that toxic bitch, Plern. Snarling, his first impulse was to run up and pull all the hair out of her head. Instead, he decided to watch and see what she was up to. Whatever it was, it wasn't good. He'd known her for a long, long time.
He saw when she totally broke his friend Sun in high school. She destroyed his friend Petch, too. The worst part was when confronted, all Plern would say, "They did it themselves. I never asked for anything." Yeah, right. Four years later and Petch was still trying to pay off the debts.
No, no matter how you looked at it, Plern was a beautiful poisonous snake.
Korn watched as Plern advanced and Knock kept backing up until she had him positioned right against the fence. That bitch! She was making a move on his man! Did she want war? Well then, it was war.
Putting on his "Plern face", Korn sauntered up to the pair and slid between them. He paid careful attention to the emotions crossing over Plern's face, carefully keeping his face blank when rage flashed over hers.
"Hey Knock Baby," he crowed, leaning over and giving him a more affectionate kiss than he usually did in public. "Are you ready to win for me?"
He felt Knock melt into his side with relief. "Oh yes, baby Korn, I sure am." Knock returned the deeper kiss with a light peck on the tip of his nose and trotted over to his teammates.
Plern gave a twisted smile and shrugged, make lemonade when given lemons. She reached over and slid her arm around Korn's waist and tried to give him a half hug. Korn immediately stepped away from her and without changing expression at all.
"Plern, I don't give a fuck if you're a girl or not, touch me again, and I'll punch you so hard you won't remember the last week." Korn nodded politely to her and walked away.
Plern stamped her feet in anger. How did Korn do that to her every fucking time! Upstaged again! Not this time, no, this time she was going to win. Korn was going to be her husband if it killed them both. And she was going to drive his lover away first...
Korn found a seat next to several friends, Yihwa and Fai. Yihwa, who was quite outspoken looked at Korn and asked, "Who's the pretty girl that was talking to you and your boytoy?"
Coughing, "Don't call that witch something she's not, Yihwa!" Fai patted Korn on the back.
Puzzled, "Manchild, if you don't explain that, I'm going to hit you for calling a woman a witch..." Yihwa threatened.
"Oh don't curse me!" Korn hissed, "She's trying to break up Knock and I. For some strange reason, our parents think we'd make a great match. I told her a couple of weeks ago I was gay and there was no way in hell I am getting married. She's made my life hell since."
Fai and Yihwa exchanged looks. They'd noticed that Korn had picked up a very cute little stalker lately.
"Korn, do you know Prae?"
"Who the hell is Prae? And why do you ask?"
Just then Farm came running up. "I have a girlfriend now. I think... I'm going out with a girl called Prae."
All three of his friends turned to stare at him, shocked.
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Dirty Girl
FanfictionPlern's parents had arranged her marriage with Korn's family. At university, she found out Korn was gay and in a relationship. Plern was furious. Korn was her man. Korn had been with his lover Knock for months. They had grown up together, and even...
