Morning comes and after cleaning up a bit, I make a light breakfast and get ready for school.
With a spring in my step I head to school awaiting to see the light of Busan.
After morning assembly, I spot Hora surrounded with her group of friends.
If there was a casting for a female F4 (Fabulous 4).
They would certainly fit the billing.
Hora is the center of all centers for a reason.
While each of the girls are cute and pretty in their own ways my eyes are strictly locked onto the long headed shortie with a beauty mark on the top right corner of her right eyebrow.
Noticing my gaze , a slight blush forms on her pale skin before she smiles shyly at me before turning away..
Since we have phys ed first today, everyone changes into any their athletic attire this morning.
Hora's renowned competitive streak reals its ugly head once more, as she seems to be doing her utmost to win the girls race despite her, well less than stellar athletic abilities.
After sprinting the final 100m of the 800m to the utmost of her best ability.
She comes in a respectable 3rd but seems absolutely knackered as a result.
She's breathing really hard.
I want to go over and comfort her but I know if I do that It will just cause unnecessary trouble but even before I can think of doing something, it is the boys turn.
I take off my jacket and can hear the girls talking.
All eyes seem to be on me.
Jaebum, the tall class vice-president comes over to me.
I wouldn't describe him as idol handsome but his obviously good-looking and has his own admirers.
"Hey! Dylan, you really hide those muscles well. Can I get a feel?" he says smirk-ingly
I laugh awkwardly, "That's gross coming from a guy, you know?"
"The girls don't think so, just look at their expressions"
I turn my head towards the girls who have gathered to watch and can see the some flustered expressions.
They have clearly been ogling me.
'I'm not a piece of meat!'
'I more than just a body!'
Even though I say that.
I can't convince myself its not true.
We gather at the starting line and wait for the coach's whistle.
*TWEET*
The whistle goes and ...we are off.
I'm in pretty good shape so this distance is a piece of cake. Me and Jaebum are leading the pack and have already set a nice lead.
Jaebum is breathing a little heavily but never stops talking. This walking mouth.
"Dylan, how about we have a bet?"
Seeing how uncomfortable he is, confidence grows within me,
"A bet? Sure"
Breathing increasingly heavily he struggles to get out the following "How about .... the loser .... hah.... have to do ....hah ... one thing the winner asks?"
"As long as it's not anything too crazy, then yes"
"It's settle then!"
We pump fists.
'Its game on!'
I then notice that his smile has turned kinda creepy.
I have a sense de ja vu.
I recognize that expression .
I've been scammed.
He clearly had this planned from the start.
His breathing suddenly turns normal and like a scene from a movie.
I watch him pull away from me.
I try my hardest but can't keep to close the gap as he just seems to have a motor on his feet.
'Jaebum, Where are you going?!!!'
'Come back!!'