4

"They would be right... If I had any interest in your heart in the first place."

Mila's chin trembled, and her blue eyes closed so she didn't have to see me.

If anything was going to make her hate me, it was going to be that.

Why is only wanting to sleep with someone so bad? I was honest about it; I didn't lie. I wasn't pretending to be a good guy, but I wasn't a bad guy either. Think about it, I could have just asked for sex but instead, I asked her on a date. I wasn't a complete bellend.

I made it clear to Mila what she was getting herself into if she said yes, but somehow I still received a look of disgust. I didn't even realise a face so beautiful could transform like that.

It was one of my favourite things about Mila - her wild facial expressions. She had one for every occasion and every circumstance.

She told me to leave her alone with that soft voice of hers and started looking for an escape route out of the confines of my arms. She didn't have a bad bone in her body, she couldn't even ask me to let go of her without throwing a please on the end. Such a funny little thing.

I obliged, eventually, and dropped my arms caged around her. She scooted along the wall, exhaling quietly once she could actually breathe again. It made me feel good, knowing I had taken her breath away. But it also made me feel like a walking pile of shit, which wasn't a good feeling, nor a natural one for me.

I had upset her... or repulsed her... I'm not sure which. Maybe it was both. It was probably both. And that weirdly made me want to slam my head against a brick wall. I must have been a pretty terrible person if Mila Nikolaev would rather run than spend another second in my presence.

She hated running.

For the entirety of second period, I was stuck trying to find Yoongi. He called to say he was smoking a joint and that if I wasn't there in five minutes, he would give my share of weed to a sketchy first year. The bastard didn't even tell me where he was.

After twenty minutes or so, I found him crouched behind the school's bicycle shed.

"Fucking hell, Taehyung did give you a good old beating," he scoffed as I slumped down and started rolling. He was referring to my dad's knuckle shaped bruise. "I bet the girls are digging this whole devil may care look you've got going on. Little do they know you only wash your jeans once a year."

That wasn't true. I washed them twice a year. It's not like my body was ever dirty when I put them on, so I don't see what the issue was. Skinny jeans always looked better when they were soft and worn down.

When I didn't respond with an equally as deprecating insult, Yoongi watched me closely, trying to suss me out.

"What's got you all flustered?" he asked, and I could feel my cheeks getting redder.

"Nothing."

"Liar."

"You're just stoned."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Where were you first period?"

I don't know why I felt the urge to lie. But to willingly tell Yoongi that I was following around a girl like a pathetic puppy caused my flesh to literally burn.

"I went for a smoke."

"Ah," Yoongi nodded, holding back his smirk. "I could have sworn I saw you walking over to the performing arts building."

Busted.

"There's woods behind there."

I was talking out of my ass.

"Right... I was scared for a moment there. Thought you were blowing me off to spend your free period with the drama freaks."

Ha-ha. Fuck.

The bell rang, and like a herd of zombies, everyone toppled out of their classes onto the field for break.

"There's that new girl everyone's nutting over," Yoongi said, pulling the joint from his lips. "I'm surprised you haven't cornered her yet; she's just your type."

About that...

"And what is my type?"

"Two legs and a vagina."

"Ha-ha, very funny."

Mila walked out of the science block, holding the door open for everyone as they left. Stupid girl, she was going to be standing there all day.

The last person walked out without thanking her, and she still had a fucking smile on her face. She hooked her tasselled bag over her shoulder and stood on her tiptoes searching for someone in the crowd. Who are you looking for? I would have gotten up to hit on her again, but stupid Nadiya Ostrowski ran over and grabbed her hand.

Out of all the girls in this school, why did she have to become friends with freakin' Nadiya?

"Sup, Ostrowski!" Yoongi yelled after seeing me discreetly roll my eyes. He knew how much I hated her.

The two girls turned around, squinting their eyes in the direction of his voice. They could just about see us poking our heads out from behind the shed's perspex screen.

"Did you just say sup?" Nadiya shouted back. "You're so cool and hip!"

Sarky bitch.

Mila didn't look at me. Not once. She kept her eyes on her sage painted nails, picking them whilst waiting for Nadiya and Yoongi to stop their little bickering session.

"Hey, Mila," I sang.

I meant no harm - sort of.

"No," Nadiya snapped, looking between us. "Don't even think about it, Jeon. She's too good for you. Lay a finger on her and you might as well sentence her to a lifetime of misery."

I didn't doubt it for a second.

"I've never had any complaints."

"You really are insufferable." She turned to Mila. "We shouldn't entertain him."

Mila looked up at me from beneath her lashes and nodded. "Mmm, we should ignore it and see if it goes away."

Damn, why couldn't she just be like every other girl in school? I would have already had a blowjob by then if she was.

"Oh, nice one!" Nadiya nudged into her like a proud mum.

Nadiya was only salty because I never had any interest in sleeping with her. Not even when I was going through my super horny stage in junior year. See, Nadiya was gorgeous, but she was also fucking mean.

"Don't you think Mila should make up her own mind about me, and not be influenced by other people's unjust opinions?"

Come on Mila, play devil's advocate. You know you want to.

As I said, I was beginning to know Mila unbelievably well. She couldn't bear the fact that she hadn't given me a fair chance. She was too good, too liberal. I was going to go on a date with Mila Nikolaev even if she agreed out of sheer pity.

"Unjust?" Nadiya repeated with a scoff, taking a step forward. I pretended like I wasn't going to cower. She was scary - I'll admit it now. "I'd hardly say my opinion is unjust. You're a walking red flag, JK, and I refuse to let my friend catch an STD from your riddled ball sack."

Fuck, she really did give me a run for my money.

"Yet here you are holding her hand with the same one you tried to toss me off with."

That was a secret I told her I was going to keep - I lied.

The look on her face was picturesque. The vein in her forehead was about to burst, her cheeks were filled with air, and she was turning a shade of red so dark that both me and Yoongi were searching for cover.

"Enough," Mila sighed, pulling her friend back. "I do have my own opinion of Jungkook, don't I Nadiya? Courtesy of the devil himself." Her eyes locked with mine. Oof, here it comes, give it to me baby. "And I can actually think of something worse than a riddled ball sack flying at my face, would you like to know what it is?" Her hard gaze was making me sweat. It was the most contact we'd had and I wasn't going to be able to hold myself back for much longer. My hands were fisted with my fingernails digging into my palm, and my teeth were tearing into my bottom lip.

"I would love to know, babe," Nadiya encouraged.

"Going on a date with someone as arrogant and narcissistic as him." Mila pointed one of her dainty fingers at me with her head cocked and a satisfied smile.

Nadiya covered her mouth and cackled, pulling Mila towards the group of cheerleaders sitting at the back of the field. "See you later boys!"

Congratulations, Mila Nikolaev, I'm speechless.

"Dude, what did you do to her?" Yoongi's mouth was wide open, a puff of smoke dispersing in my face.

"She's incredible."

Yoongi snickered in response, taking another long drag of his joint. "She just stomped you into the ground... in flip flops."

"I want her."

"Get in line."

"I'm being serious."

I'd never wanted a girl so badly in my entire life. I was so violently attracted to her that I couldn't focus on anything until I fucked the living daylights out of her. I always wondered what it would be like to fuck a nice girl, the ones that cover their body as you undress them, and then look up at you all starry-eyed because you've exposed them to a life of sin they only dreamed about late at night when the lights were off.

Mila was going to be my first nice girl with a twist. Boy, did she have a sour edge and I love sour candy.

Yoongi shrugged. "Good luck. She's filthy hot; maybe even too hot for you." I agreed with him, obviously. Mila was stunning and had a knockout figure, and what made her even hotter was that she probably didn't even know it. "Greatest pair of tits I've ever seen."

That's where I drew the line and smacked my friend around the back of the head. I hadn't even properly stared at her boobs yet myself. I'd only seen her three times and it's like she knew each time that I was going to try and stare at her chest; so covered up.

Why was God punishing me?

"You have no chance with a girl like her, JK. She's clean cut, most likely vegan, and I wouldn't be surprised if she shits daisies. She isn't going to risk her good-girl image just to fuck you. If she's turned down the captain of the football team, there's no hope for the rest of us."

The thought of her rejecting Taehyung almost made me cum. My stupid dad made me miss what may have been the greatest experience of the twenty-first century so far - I would never forgive him.

"Girls like her need a little push, bro." I patted him on his back as I got up. "She just needs to see what she's missing."

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A/N

You know I'm planning a party. No high-school themed fanfic is allowed without a party scene.

Does anyone else sense a tour announcement tomorrow?