The Class Prince

Chapter 8 : Going to the devil's den.

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She put a batman bandage over the scratch on my cheekbone and started to clean up all the bloody cottons and Q-tips.

"Alright, you're all patched up," she said, putting the kit back into the cupboard. "Now grab your stuff so we can go."

My brows slowly drew together. "Go where?"

"To my place."

I blinked blankly. "Why?" I asked, still confused.

"Well, I don't know where you live and I didn't bring my car, so I obviously can't take you home unless you live around the block," she said. "Also, Ms. Go asked me to tutor you for your exams."

"Ms. Go asked you? Why would she asked you?"

"Because I'm obviously smarter than you."

I twitched but bit my tongue, deciding not to quarrel. "Look, it's getting rather late. I'm grateful for everything you've done, but I should be getting home, my mom's probably really worried about me."

I knew that I told my mom that I wasn't going to go home tonight, but I couldn't bother jisoo any more than I already have. Maybe I'll find a nice, comfortable bench to sleep on, who knows?

"So you're going to make her less worried by showing up with a bunch of cuts and bruises?" She mused.

I pointed at the bandage that she placed under my eye.

"I've got it covered."

Pun intended.

She rolled his eyes.

"You're planning on sleeping outside, aren't you?" She said, reading my mind. My eyes widened.

"How did you know?" I gasped.

"I didn't. But now I do," She smiled. I clenched my fists, mentally scolding myself for being so gullible. "Now stop making such a fuss so we can go home," she sighed, crouching down in front of me. "Get on."

I furrowed my brows. "It's going to be a no from me."

she rolled her eyes. "Either you get on my back or I carry you bridal style, your choice."

It didn't seem like I could get out of the situation. I couldn't go back home after fighting with my mom and I didn't really want to spend the night outside in the cold autumn breeze. But I didn't want to go to Jisoo's house either.

Or did I?

I mentally shook my head, surprised at the sudden thought. No, Jennie, you don't. You're just really tired, that's all.

"Well?" Asked Jisoo impatiently.

I hesitated at first but slowly started to climb onto her back, wrapping my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist. She stood up with a small grunt, securing her strong arms around my thighs.

Her body was warm and unsurprisingly fit. But what I liked the most was the nice scent of minty pine that danced against her skin and hair. It wasn't too overpowering or too faint, just the right amount.

My eyes widened.

Oh hoe, you didn't just-

I involuntarily let out an annoyed groan, wondering why I was feeling this way and why my mind was messing with me so much. I tried to convince myself that it was because I was tired and because one of Jongin's boys hit me too hard on the head, but somewhere deep down, I knew that it wasn't true.