The Class Prince

Chapter 22 : Everything

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Jisoo turned towards me, eyes widening as they met mine.

"Jennie?" she asked, brows slowly drawing together.

I didn't answer, still in shock and confusion as I watched the girl quickly pull up her golden dress to cover up her body in embarrassement. My mind was completely blank and I just stood there, unable to think straight, my feelings completely numbed out. And then it hit me, just like that. I felt like I received a slap straight across my face as my mind finally registered what was going on.

Fury? Anger? Sadness? Disappointment? Betrayal? I couldn't figure out which it was as my fists clenched tightly.

"Jen-" but before Jisoo could even say my name, I turned around and stormed away. Each step felt as heavy as the feeling that weighed inside my heart, as if my muscles were giving in to gravity that was pulling me down.

Why did I feel so mad and betrayed? Why did seeing her with another girl hurt me so much? It wasn't like we were together, it wasn't like we were dating, so why did my heart feel like had just been shattered into pieces? Just because she gave me a some attention? Just because she acted like she cared about me? Just because of a measily little kiss? All of that must have meant nothing to her, I was the fool for actually believing that she liked me.

"Jennie, wait!" I heard her call. She ran towards me and grabbed my arm.

"Let go of me," I snarled, pulling away with so much force that I staggered a few steps. There was a long pause.

"I think you're misunderstanding something."

"No, I think you're misunderstanding something," I hissed coldly. "You don't just go around playing with other people's feelings like that. You don't cuddle with them in bed, call and say that you miss them, tell them that you want to hear their voice and then ask them to kiss them! You don't just mess around with their feelings like that when you're just going to go sleep around with another girl!"

Her brows drew together as I shouted angrily at her, but I couldn't hold back my anger. Yeah, I was sad, I was disappointed, furious, but most of all, I was hurt.

"I didn't touch her," she said. I rolled my eyes.

"Right," I snorted. "Look, forget it. I'm leaving."

She grabbed my wrist and spun me around, taking my face in her hands and smashing her lips against mine. My eyes widened as I tried to pull away, but she refused to let me go. I squirmed in her grasp, but after a few seconds of trying to fight back, I couldn't help but give into my desire of wanting her.

I finally gave access as my lips parted, our tongues dancing against one another. She finally pulled away, her hands still on my cheeks as I gasped for oxygen.

"You're cute when you're mad," she panted, resting her forehead against mine. I twitched. "I couldn't resist."

"Let go," I growled despite the fact that I kissed her back

"Jennie, I didn't touch her," she said. "She wanted to sleep with me and took her clothes off even though I refused. I was about to leave, but then you saw us."

"Liar," I spat coldly. But She looked at me with such genuine eyes that it was hard to believe that what she was saying wasn't true.

"Why would I touch her when the only person I want to touch is you?" she argued in a low, husky voice as she looked me in the eyes. I could feel the heat growing in my cheeks.

"I don't know, maybe you're just a horny," I mumbled hoarsely.

"Jen," she sighed in frustration, saying my nickname in the voice that had my heart melt within seconds. "I was never messing with you. Everything I did and said was genuine, I would have never done them if I didn't like you."