[M] Love Sick (part 2) (1/1)

“Hi. My name is Huang Zitao. But just call me Tao.”“Uhm, ok yea. Kim EunHae.”“Do you have anything for oncoming headache im getting?”                 Dammit MinMin! Wae AP Statistics? WAE?!?!? “No. Mianhamnida.”“What?”                He doesn’t speak fluent Korean? Dammit what was sorry in Chinese?? Where did Min write that down?!?!                I inconspicuously flipped through my notebook until I found the page Min wrote down a shit ton of Chinese on.“Dui bu qi. I should at the end of class” I said with a smile, proud of my attempt at switching languages.“Oh. Okay.” He said with a little shy smile that seemed more like a laugh but in his case I don’t really know. He turned back the way he was facing but the turned back around and it was just then that I realized I was still staring at facing him.“Oh. Dui bu qi.”“For what?”“Nothing. Where’s your friend?”“Oh. Kris ge? He has AP Statistics."                                                                 OH SHIT. “Does he really? So does MinJae.” I mumbled that last part. Only in fear of the fact the MinJae’s probably going to start PMSing tomorrow she’s either going to turn into a dinosaur and try to kill everyone or her hormones are going to start flaring. And around this Kris guy, that’s not a good thing. At all.“What?”“MinJae does too”                He made a face but resumed his glaring at the class. The face looked somewhat like terror. Oh. Fuck.“Oh cool.” He says, sounding preoccupied. *                                                                                     *                                                                                             *“Hey, EunHae sshi?”“Just EunHae is fine.” I say, turning around to face him.“I……uhm……… your hair….its pretty.”“Uhm… Thanks” I responded with an uneasy smile.                 I can see a hint of blush on his cheeks and he has grimace on his face if he was scolding himself. His eyes won’t turn in my direction even though they seem to keep trying. I smile to myself, blushing a little. When the bell rings at the end of class, he accidentally bumps into me because of the mad rush of kids. He panicked a little when he dropped his books. His blush reappearing. I bent down to help him pick them up only for our hands to touch. God. The fuck is this? Some sappy manga?! What’s going to happen next? Are we going to bump heads on the way up?                I curse myself when that’s exactly what happens. He immediately apologizes. I tell him it’s ok while rubbing my sore forehead.“Here” I say, handing him back the books I collected. He quickly takes it making me think I upset him in some way. Only God knows how, I haven’t done anything. Then he inhales and his head whips back up, eyes burning a whole into my face with a stare so intense my knees get weak and I feel as though I may drop any second do to my hormones working over time, sending blood to places blood doesn’t need to go right now. And then it happens, something I would have slapped anyone for. He kisses me. Square on the lips. Soft and firm, but too quick if you ask me. So quick, in fact, that I almost thought it didn’t happen. Then he hurries out of the classroom, face a bright crimson read, looking like he might puke any second.                Wow, am I that bad. That I could make a boy puke? After a while of standing there in a daze like a complete derp, I hauled ass down the hallways in search of MinJae. This. I needed to talk to her. Now.                 After searching for what seemed like a whole half hour I just decided to text her. It was the end of the school day so she should answer right? Wrong. She didn’t answer when I called either. So I just went to her car. Then my jaw fell. I mean so hard I think I popped it out of place.                Kris, the blonde haired sir bitch face had MinJae trapped between him and her car, his lips locked on hers, hands glued to her hips. She had her hands on his chest, pushing softly but her eyes were closed which meant this had been going on for a while (with little signs of a struggle). She moaned and he smirked, pulling back, one large hand in her hair, the other teasingly caressing her side. He whispered something in her ear seductively and even though she tried to hide it I saw her knees buckle a bit. She looked down and he spun on his heels and strutted off, hands in his pockets like he just aced a field test. I ran up to her poking her cheek, catching her off guard. She jumped a little and let out a very rare squeak I don’t hear all too often.“OH MY GOD HE REALLY SAID THAT?!” I yelled when we had gotten into the car.“Yeah”“But”“I know”“And he-““Yes”“But”“Right?”“OH MY”“FUCK”“GOD”“THE HELL JUST HAPPENED????” I laughed at Min’s sudden mental breakdown. She dropped her head onto the steering wheel, earning a loud thud and a groan of pain. Then she sobbed.“MinMin…..” she grumbles something unintelligible and sobs again.“How did he even…..but I let no one get that close that fast”“Poor MinMin……You’ve just been mind-fucked and mentally used by the personification of sex itself” I said, laughing again. She poked me really hard in the tummy.“Don’t laugh at my pain”“Might as well. You’re gonna laugh at mine”“Whaa?” she raised an eyebrow“You’ll see”