❝ 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨.❞ A typical love story you might say. But what if this 'typical' turned out to have not just one plot twist? Secrets revealed, and broken hearts at an early age awaits for these ten young people...
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C H A P T E R 7 RYUJIN'S POV
Look at this guy. Arrogant jerk, but an airhead human being. He knows a lot of stuff about living life. It is important. Yes, but how can he freaking survive high school with a D minus grade?
How can he even get into college— Okay, why am I even worrying about this jerk. Oh, you're wondering who?
It's Choi Beomgyu. My neighbor and schoolmate. He finally let his pride go a few steps down. He asked for my help in Calculus.
I'm not the smartest kid in town. Just the 1st kid on the 12th-grade dean's list.
It has been a month since he asked for my help, and he's still acting arrogant at times. Seriously can't he give me more respect?
Well, I quite understand why he doesn't give me a bit of that because I'm the most annoying girl in his life, but can't he at least not roll his eyes at me or glare at me every single freaking time we meet?
I'm also annoyed with his personality, but I don't glare nor roll my eyes when I see him.
I walked towards the bus stop and saw that Beomgyu was also there. Since when did this jerk go to our school on a school bus? He has a car and a license! He can freaking drive towards the school.
"So—" I started to speak, but I was immediately cut off.
"Please, just don't. Not today," he said.
Then the school bus arrived. I got on and saw Yuna on the backseat of the bus, beside her was vacant.
It looks like I'm lucky today.
Beomgyu sat on the seat in front of Yuna. He popped his AirPods on his ears. Crossed his arms on his chest, closed his eyes, and sighed.
Why does he look like he's carrying the whole Earth with him? What's his problem?
Without warning, the bus moved, and I lost my balance. I closed my eyes. All ready for my face to hit the dirty floor of this shitty bus, but I didn't.
I felt warm hands on my back and what feels like a chest on my face.
I opened my eyes to see who it was.
Beomgyu?
Since when did he become my savior?
"You're not just a nerd. You're a weakling as well," He said and released me from his arms.
He went back to his seat, and I looked at the school bus driver angrily. I wanted to shout at him, but he looked tired. He probably didn't mean to do that.
I sat beside Yuna and greeted her.
I looked at her phone to see what she was doing, of course, stalking Huening Kai, what's new.
"You little stalker," I said.
"I'm not stalking him. It's his latest post on Twitter" Then she showed me the picture of his ultimate crush.
"Not interested," I said and looked at the road we were passing by.
"Then who are you interested in unnie?" She asked.
"No one," I said and looked at Beomgyu. Seriously he looks like he's not him.
"Qualities that you want in a guy then?" She asked.
"I don't really like to talk about those things, Yuna," I said and closed my eyes.
"Oh, come on. At least one," she said.
I looked at Beomgyu, then looked at Yuna. "Definitely not a jerk." and I closed my eyes once again.
We arrived at our school, and I don't know what came to me, but I ran towards Beomgyu, who was walking super fast.
"Hey," I said while catching my breath. I tapped his shoulder, making him look at me.
"What?" He asked. It's evident from his voice that he's annoyed. Again because of me.
I was about to ask him what's wrong with him but remembered, why would I even care about this boy? He doesn't even care about me. I removed my hands on his shoulder and shook my head.
"Nothing," I said.
He rolled his eyes at me and whispered, "Piss off."
I scoffed and walked towards our classroom. Seriously, he's more annoying today.
After class, Beomgyu went straight to my house. That's new. And weird.
"Mom. I'm home! And we have a visitor!" I said while removing my school shoes.
"Who?!" Mom shouted from the kitchen.
"Beomgyu!" I answered.
I sat down on the couch comfortably and rested my head on the back of the couch.
I closed my eyes and felt a cold towel pressed on my forehead. I opened my eyes and saw my mom smiling at me.
"Thanks, mom," I said and smiled.
"So what's a Choi doing here?" Mom asked with a smile.
"The usual," I answered.
"Anyway. I have to go now. See you later, dear." My mom kissed me on my cheeks and left. She had to go to her work.
"Hey, Choi," I called him.
I never call him by his name because we're not close.
"Must be nice to have parents like them," He said and sat on the floor.
"It is nice," I said with a smile on my face.
He chuckled and looked down. Then I started to hear sobs. Wait. Is he crying? Oh my goodness. This jerk is crying?
"Hey, hey, Choi," I said and went to him.
He took his bag aggressively and started to look for something.
"Where's that fucking handkerchief," He mumbled and started to throw things off his bag.
I held both of his shoulders and shook him.
"What the hell is your problem, Choi?!" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
"How come you have a better life than mine?" He asked in between sobs.
"What the hell are you–"
"Look. You're smart. You're not a failure. Your family loves you more than anything. It's almost like you have everything in this world"
Woah, a young rich kid just said that to me.
"And here I am. Popular? Sure, I don't care. Rich? Who the hell needs a wide room. But is he loved by his family? Fucking no."
"Since I was a child. I'm expected to be the perfect little child, the perfect heir of our company. Every single member of our family looked up to me. When I fail or do something bad, I'll pay the price."
"I only failed one fucking exam this week Ryujin. Only one. But they already grounded me. Said all the mean things you'll hear in the world. That's why you're so lucky, Shin Ryujin."
He said while his tears are rolling down his cheeks. Suddenly I felt like crying as well.
This jerk has been going through this stuff since the day he was born. But why is he such an asshole 'though?
I was hesitant to do this, but I did. I brushed my fingers through his hair and hugged him. He needs comfort today. Even though I hate him, I was never taught to be heartless and mean to the people I hate.
He rested his head on my shoulder, and we stayed like that for a little while.
