PIZZA GIRL; park jimin

catorce

so are we gonna talk about jimin's filter performance or what?

i'm back, hope you enjoy :)

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To be honest with you, game day wasn't anything magical or special at all. It is quite frustrating when you thought about it too. For example what you're gonna wear, how you're gonna show your school pride, and this and that but as I stood in front of my closet, rummaging through the clothing inside that ran miles, I had come to the conclusion I had absolutely nothing to wear nor did I have enough school spirit to fill a gas tank.

My curly hair was already being irritating as a bitch, not to mention the weird ribbons Soy had placed in them and the contacts in my eyes that were still a bit itchy which were also giving me pain. I couldn't even really see well. It took  me a second to realize I was holding my shoe instead of my cellphone a few minutes before so I hope that said it all.

I groaned as I threw another pair of jeans onto my mattress and huffed.

"Good?" I asked Soy who examined the material in between her hands. She was studying it like it was some literary novel she had to analyze for school and I couldn't help but roll my eyes further at that. I was already over this football game before it even started.

"Um," she tapped her chin with her index finger, "it's alright. not the best, not the worst. Next."

"You realize we've been doing this for like two hours right?" I strolled back into my closet and skimmed my fingers over another set of clothes.

"Yup and I'm fine with that." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"And I'm not."

"I know you aren't."

"Then why do you persist on forcing me to do this?"

"Because Park Jimin asked you out."

I turned my head at that.

I told Soy about what happened in the bathroom earlier and about the party Jimin invited me to after the game and since then she would not let it go. She was acting as if Jesus was just born yesterday. I tried to somehow explain to her that it was nothing after also explaining what happened just the day before but she didn't care. This was more important.

That's why we were currently in my bedroom digging through a bunch of my clothes all the while dressing to impress for Jimin and this stupid game tonight. I would rather be catching up on homework, I still have to do Jeon's too, so I didn't really need this tonight. Apparently Soy thought I did though.

"He just invited me to his party, not his fucking baptism, Soy." I pulled out a few sets and walked over to my bed. Tossing them carelessly onto the sheets, I watched in silence as she began rearranging some of the things I brought over.