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Take Me Over

Idol: Eunwoo (Pristin)

Prompt: “There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely," Eunwoo has always been loved by many, being one of the most popular people in school, she never has had a bad day in her life. In a partner project, she is paired up with the school's loner and bad girl, (Y/N), as Eunwoo starts getting to know her, she starts to live life the way she never thought she would

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I LOVE Pristin. And I love how detailed this request is. Also anon asked for fluff/angst but I’m not sure if the angst aspect is very big. I did write it for a female reader, though, instead of keeping it gender neutral like I usually do, as the “bad girl” was requested. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the first Pristin post on this account!

Warnings: Gotta add some to this one. Hints at sex and innuendos. Skipping school. A few curse words. Underage drinking and smoking. Generally lots of things that you Shouldn’t Try At Home (or School, in this case). Mentions of an iconic lesbian movie. What else would you get with a popular girl meets school bad girl story? Also there is no actual smut.

Eunwoo’s life began with her name being called, her mother smiling as the name sounded in the room as the doctor placed her in her mother’s arms. Her life also ended with someone calling her name, but this time there was another name being called as well.

“Eunwoo, (Y/N), you two will be working together. Please pair up.” Eunwoo could feel her world falling apart around her as the words tumbled from her teachers lips. Beside her, Roa snickered and elbowed her when the teacher looked back at her sheet.

“If she kills you, I’ll make sure your funeral is awesome.” Eunwoo whimpered and gripped her notebooks.

“No protecting or avenging me?”

“Nah, she’s scary.” Kulkyung shot her an apologetic smile as Eunwoo stood to go sit in the empty seat next to you. You hadn’t even looked up from where you were doodling something on your notebook. She had to resist the urge to melt into a puddle on the floor as she sat down This wasn’t fair. Her life wasn’t fair.

“Roa, Kulkyung, you’ll be working together.” The other two girls cheered, and Eunwoo buried her head in her arms. The world was out to get her, she was sure of it.

“Dude, you got paired with (Y/N)?” Xiyeon huffed and slumped back into her chair, crossing her arms. “That’s not fair, she’s so hot.”

“Scary,” Kyla corrected. “You mean scary.”

“Nah, she’s hot. She skips school and wears fishnet stockings and leather jackets and honestly I’d be down to skip school with her and go do you know-” Eunwoo yelped and covered her ears, shutting her eyes tightly at Xiyeon’s words.

“I don’t want that mental image, please, Xiyeon! You’re making this entire situation even worse.” Roa’s tray clattered loudly against the table and she grinned.

“Princess Eunwoo. Working with (Y/N). The entire school probably knows now.” She said. Eunwoo kept her hands over her ears, beginning to hum loudly.

“I really hope you don’t get murdered though,” Kulkyung said as she sat down, Nayoung and Yuha at her side.

“Who’s murdering Eunwoo?” Asked Yuha, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked from the grinning Roa to the pouting Xiyeon who Kyla was trying to comfort with pieces of pepperoni. Xiyeon quickly sat forward when Yuha asked, slamming her hands down onto the table.

“Eunwoo gets to work with (Y/N). Is she lucky or what?”

“Oh shit. Yeah, (Y/N) is any lesbian’s wet dream. It’s like that movie. But I’m a Cheerleader, right?” Xiyeon clapped her hands, looking relieved and ignoring Eunwoo’s plead for her to be quieter.

“Exactly what I was thinking! See? Somebody agrees with me.”

“I think you’re both thirsty,” Nayoung said, picking at the salad on her own tray and glancing at Kulkyung’s pizza. “I’ve never even watched that movie.”

“It’s a must-watch for any lesbian, let me tell you. Eunwoo is going to miss out on a movie perfect storyline if she doesn’t get that,” Yuha said, glaring at the younger girl out the side of her eyes.

“I don’t want to get that,” Eunwoo replied. “I want to not have to talk to her. She’s scary. I’ve heard that she has a tattoo and smokes cigarettes and drinks even though she’s underage.”

“Half of us at this table have drank, Eunwoo.” Nayoung finally stabbed at her salad and took a bite after speaking. Eunwoo pouted and sat back in her chair, crossing her arms and glaring resolutely at the table in front of her, trying her best to ignore the girls talking around her. Xiyeon and Yuha had gotten into a deep conversation about how perfect the situation followed the plot of the movie Yuha had brought up, and Nayoung had finally stopped staring at Kulkyung’s pizza and stolen herself a bite. Why were none of them any help?

“Cheer up,” Rena finally said. Maybe-. “At least you might get a good lay out of it.” Eunwoo slammed her head into the table.

Never before had Eunwoo been nervous about going to school. School, although tedious and boring, was where all her friends were. For the first time since she was elementary school, she debated faking sick to get out of going in. But nothing short of a life threatening fever would convince her mom to keep her home, and she’d have to face you sometime. So she reluctantly rolled out of bed and shuffled over to her closet. Her eyes landed on a short black skirt, and what Xiyeon and Yuha had been talking about popped into her head.

She’d watched But I’m a Cheerleader, despite popular belief, and the image of Megan in her cheerleading outfit flashed before her eyes. Quickly, she shook her head and grabbed a pair of jeans instead, wrinkling her nose in aggravation at herself. What was she even thinking? That had been a movie, and this was real life. Shit like that only happened in movies. In real life, the bad girl would rather never have to speak to the popular girl again than fuck her, and the popular girl would never survive trying to get into a relationship with the bad girl.

Her phone buzzed and came to life, signalling a text. One from Yuha, asking if she still had the shorts she’d borrowed from her a week ago, and one from Rena, asking for her to give her the homework because she had a doctor’s appointment. She shrugged on one of her favorite shirts as she typed out replies, glancing at the clock. Plenty of time to grab her normal coffee and still make it to class on time. She shoved her feet into her shoes and grabbed her bag, tripping down the stairs and hugging her mother goodbye before rushing out the door, fingers typing a text to Kulkyung for the other girl to meet her at their normal Starbucks.

She was already there when Eunwoo walked up, leaning against the wall with her hands in her pockets. When Eunwoo called out to her, she looked up and grinned, kicking off the wall as the other girl walked up.

“You actually woke up on time today?” Eunwoo rolled her eyes, but Kulkyung continued as they walked inside. “I’m surprised you didn’t bail, considering today is the first day for partner projects.” The familiar smell of coffee assaulted their senses as they walked in, and Eunwoo closed her eyes, breathing it in slowly to try and calm down.

“I’d rather you not remind me about it. I was tempted to bail.” As she opened her eyes, she saw familiars. The barista who knew her name and what coffee she was going to order because she’d been in there so many time. The business man who always ordered a venti black coffee before bolting out the door. The woman with her young daughter who always came by after dropping her older children off at school. She turned her head, glanced out the window, and saw you, walking down the sidewalk with your earbuds in, head slowly nodding along to whatever you were listening to, hands shoved deep in your pockets. The unfamiliar.

“Hello? Earth to Eunwoo?” Kulkyung waved her hand in front of said girl’s face, making her blink and look up. “We’re next in line. You okay? You looked all dazed out for a second there.” She shook her head and forced a smile, despite feeling a bit dizzy.

“I’m okay. I was just thinking.”

“You’re always dazing off.” Kulkyung grinned and knocked her knuckles against Eunwoo’s head, making the other girl whine and try to duck out of the way. “Is there anyone in there?”

“Don’t be rude, you brat.” It was their turn. The barista smiled and wished them a good morning, already keying in their orders. Eunwoo pulled out her wallet and handed over her card, sparing a glance back out the window. You were gone, no doubt already a while down the road, but she still felt her pulse jump a bit looking at the space where you had been standing. “When we get our coffees,” she said as they stepped away from the counter. “Let’s just head to the school right away.”

“Okay,” Kulkyung replied, giving her a weird look. “You wanting to be on time for school? Do you have a fever?” She again moved her hand to the other girl’s head, but Eunwoo ducked out of the way this time, sticking out her tongue.

“No. Shut up.” Kulkyung kept talking, but Eunwoo tuned her out, staring at the counter in front of them, lost in her own head.

The bell sounded like chains rattling, tying Eunwoo to a decision someone else had made for her. She dragged herself into the classroom and sat at her desk, immediately dropping her backpack and pillowing her head in her arms. Kulkyung patted her head, but said nothing as she passed to her own seat nearer to the window. The seat near the back of the classroom remained empty as other people began to file in, and Eunwoo had a small sliver of hope that maybe it would remain empty for the whole class. But then, five minutes after class had started, the door banged open and slammed closed, and you were in your seat within seconds, slumping down against the plastic surface.

The teacher sighed but said nothing, continuing on with her explanation of the activities for the day, and Eunwoo inwardly sighed as well. So much for the higher forces having pity on her for once. And you looked like you were in a bad mood as well, making her stomach flop nervously. As the teacher wrapped up her short instruction, Eunwoo gripped her books tightly, trying to psych herself up. But when she turned around and saw you, glaring down at your notebook like something on it had offended you, all of her confidence went out the window.

Slowly, she moved back to the empty seat beside you, dodging the other students milling around the classroom to try and find their partner. When she dropped her books on the desk, you finally looked up at her, face impassive. She tried her best to mirror your expression.

“Hey.” You looked at her, not replying. Frustrated, she dropped her bag to the floor with a thump and sat down in the chair next to you. “Which war do you want to cover?” You looked down at the notebook in front of you, then shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t give a shit. I wasn’t here for most of the classes where we covered them anyway.” Eunwoo bit the inside of her cheek and looked down at her own notes, trying to shove down the retort building up in her chest.

“We could dibs WWII. The world wars would be the easiest.”

“I’ll dibs WWI then.” Eunwoo snapped her head up, but before she could say anything, your hand was already in the air, eyebrow cocked as if daring the teacher not to call on you first. The teacher hesitantly called your name and wrote down your names beside WWI on the board. Eunwoo noticed her mouth was hanging open, so she snapped it shut and swallowed.

“Wait, I said WWII.”

“You said the world wars would be the easiest, and I know WWI the best. Don’t think I’m going to put a ton of effort into this. I don’t really give a shit about any of this.” You moved, already ready to start shoving your books into your bag, but Eunwoo’s hand shot out and she grabbed your wrist, making you hiss and looked up, curses on the end of your tongue. She was glaring.

“I know you might not give a shit about this class, or like me or want to work with me, and the feeling is mutual. But I am not going to get a bad grade on the project just because you refuse to do work.” You glared back at her, yanking your arm away from her.

“Listen, princess. I don’t get bossed around.”

“And neither do I.” Eunwoo stood strong. “You’re going to at least put enough effort into the project that we get a B on it. I’d do all the work but the teacher would know, and that would just drop our grade even more.” With a long sigh, you rolled your eyes and put your books back onto you desk, settling back into your chair.

“Fine. I’m not doing much though.” You turned to her, meeting her gaze head on. “And we’re going to do something easy, like a collage or something.”

“Fine. Shake on it?” She held out her hand, raising her eyebrows, and you regarded her hand warily before finally accepting it and shaking. Satisfied, Eunwoo turned to her books. “Now. We’ll start at the beginning.”

“I can’t believe you have me in a library. I haven’t been in one of these in a while.” Eunwoo rolled her eyes at your words, books already assorted on the table and laptop balanced on the table she’d managed to grab. “Couldn’t we at least work outside? I can smoke out there.”

“No. No smoking while we’re doing out project. Are you kidding? The teacher would be able to smell the cigarette smoke and then we’d both get in trouble.” You sat in the seat across from her and smirked, narrowed eyes making Eunwoo feel almost like some sort of prey.

“What, has little miss popular never been to the office before? It’s pretty easy to get out of.” Eunwoo huffed and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

“I haven’t. And I have no intention to. We left off after the assassination, so we can pick up there.” You huffed and shoved your hands into your pockets, slumping back in your chair as Eunwoo looked down at her laptop.

“You’re literally the most boring person I’ve ever met.” Eunwoo snapped her head up, offended.

“I am not! I know how to have fun, I’m just trying to focus on this project and not fail.” You raised your eyebrows, pushing your feet against the ground so that your chair came up off the ground and tilted back. Eunwoo could feel the tips of her ears getting red with embarrassment.

“Prove it,” you said. She’d been afraid you’d say that, but she wasn’t going to back down. Swallowing around the lump rising up in the throat, she crossed her arms across her chest.

“How?” A thrill traveled over her body as you looked her over, eyes dark.

“Meet me behind the bleachers before school tomorrow morning.” Thump thump went her heart.

“Just so you know, I’m not going to smoke with you. I know how to have a good time, not give myself lung cancer.” You rolled your eyes. Again.

“Fine fine, goody goody. Just meet me back there, okay?” Eunwoo thought about it, eyes trailing back down to her laptop, where the screen glowed bright with pictures of WWI battlefields.

“If you cooperate with me now, I’ll meet you tomorrow.” You groaned, letting your chair fall back to the floor again.

“You can be a real demanding bitch, you know?” Eunwoo broke out into a smile, smugly looking across the table.

“Yeah, I know.”

Agreeing to meet you behind the bleachers had been the dumbest thing Eunwoo had ever done. And she’d accidentally dyed her hair green instead of blonde one time. If you’d decided you hated her and wanted her dead, you could totally off her without being seen. Eunwoo whimpered as she leaned against Yuha, who was grinning like an idiot after what Eunwoo had told her.

“You’re totally gonna get laid. Man, you’re so lucky. I wish I could meet (Y/N) behind the bleachers.”

“God, shut up. I shouldn’t have told you, you’re too thirsty to think of all the things that could go wrong.” Rena laughed, shoving Eunwoo’s shoulder.

“Remember, if you die I’ll make your funeral awesome.”

“Thanks,” Eunwoo deadpanned. “Thanks a ton.” They were already on the school grounds, and the bell was about to ring and summon them all inside at any minute, but Eunwoo still hadn’t built up enough courage to go back behind the bleachers. Yuha shrugged her off, making her have to stand up straight. There was still a thrill knowing what she was going to have to do, but at the same time she felt as if she might be sick to her stomach.

“We have to go. You really have to go,” Yuha said, shifting her backpack up onto her shoulder. “Have fun.”

“Yeah,” Eunwoo looked down at her feet. “Fun.” Finally, she waved goodbye to her friends and trudged towards the bleachers, gripping the straps of her backpack tightly. When she arrived, she looked around, spinning in a slow circle to try and find you, but you were nowhere to be found. Just as she was about to give up and leave, a voice hissed her name. She spun around to see you standing where the bleachers almost met a fence, completely hidden from view.

“Wow, you actually showed up,” you said as she walked over, looking her over once again. She could feel her face getting red, but she set her shoulders.

“What, did you really think I was too chicken?” You laughed, and she noticed the piercing on your tongue that glinted in the sun, contrasting your black lipstick.

“A little bit, yeah.” You stepped closer, hooking your thumbs in the belt loops on your shorts, making Eunwoo’s chest close up as she fought the urge to lean back. You smelt like lingering cigarette smoke and coffee. “Have you ever skipped school, miss popular?”

“Please call me by my name,” Eunwoo said, summoning her best glare. “And yes, I have.”

“I’m surprised. I didn’t know you had it in you, princess eun.” Before she could retort, you grabbed her wrist. “Let’s go.” She tried to protest, but the thrill shooting through her chest silenced her, urging her to follow along behind you as you dragged her away from the field and to the parking lot.

“You have a car?” You smiled smugly and pulled the keys out of your pockets, dangling them from your fingers.

“Of course I do. Now hurry and get in before we run into a teacher.” Too dumbstruck to think of a witty comeback, Eunwoo climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door behind her. The car was nothing fancy, but it was more than she had, and she looked around. A glance into the backseat revealed a package of condoms and some cigarettes sticking out from underneath a leather jacket, and Eunwoo shivered involuntarily, dragging her eyes back to the road and you maneuvered the car out of the parking lot.

“You’re good at this. You do this a lot?” You sat back in your seat.

“There are things I do on school grounds too. Want me to show you?” Nope. Eunwoo did not want to be shown. She was being shown too much already.

“We’re not on the school grounds anymore,” she said instead, glaring out the window and refusing to look your way. Your snort of amusement echoed in the car.

“That’s too bad. I guess I’ll just have to show you another time.” You raised your eyebrows again, glancing at her legs. “Your skirt is perfect for it today though.” She flushed deeply and played with the hem of the skirt with her right hand, tugging it down further. She knew you were just playing with her now, but she still refused to back down.

“You missed out. Where are you taking me now?” You shrugged, pressing down further on the gas pedal.

“I’m hungry, I didn’t eat breakfast. So we’ll go eat.” She glanced at you, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Just breakfast?”

“Yeah.” You laughed. “What were you expecting me to do?” Embarrassed, she looked away again, refusing to reply. You turned the car into a parking lot and pulled to a stop outside a bakery, then quickly unbuckled your seat belt. “Just grab your wallet, and leave your backpack in the car so they don’t know we’re high school students.”

“I’m sure we don’t look old enough to be-.” You rolled your eyes and opened your door.

“We’ll be fine as long as we don’t have any IDs or backpacks in sight. Don’t worry so much.” You closed your door and she huffed, quickly clambering out her side and jogging to catch up with you at the door. You led the way in, walking up to the counter with your hands in your pockets and ordering with quiet ease, stepping off to the side after only a moment, leaving her face-to-face with the lady behind the counter who tapped her pen impatiently when Eunwoo didn’t automatically order. Stuttering, she hesitantly ordered a bagel and coffee, fumbling with her wallet nervously. But the woman handed her back her card and said nothing, waving her away, and the tension in her shoulders waned away.

You had already found a table when she stepped away from the counter, and she glanced around at the shop as she walked over. It was small but nicely decorated, white walls pristine and lined with frames holding awards for things like ‘Best Donuts in the City’ and ‘Best Family-Owned Business’. As she sat down across from you, the lady from the counter walked over with their coffees and food. After thanking her, she turned to you.

“I didn’t even know this place existed. How did you find it?” You stirred your coffee and took a sip before answering.

“One of my friend’s families owns the place. He brings me here often.” She looked surprised, and you narrowed your eyes. “Yeah, believe it or not, I have friends.”

“No, no,” Eunwoo said, waving her hands frantically. “I just. You never talk to anyone at school so I was curious.” You glared down at the cup in your hands.

“That’s because nobody at the school talks to me. I don’t really care. I have other friends, I’ve known them since I was little. Honestly it’s easier to get through high school not talking to anyone at school. Less drama, less bullshit.” Eunwoo frowned and picked at her bagel as you continued. “People are scared of me. But I mean, I gave them a reason to be.”

“But you’re a fine person,” she said. “Why let everyone think you’re some evil person?”

“You ask a lot of damn questions.”

“I just want to know.” You took another sip of your drink, silent. Eunwoo waited, curling her fingers around her own cup.

“I got bullied when I was younger. Now that everyone is scared of me, I don’t have to worry about that. My parents never paid much attention to me either, so when I started dressing like this and sneaking out and smoking, they started paying attention. Eventually they stopped caring, but I decided I liked living like this more than I liked the way I was before.” You looked up, meeting her eyes. “How would you like it if people thought you needed to stop being popular and change everything you’ve become accustomed to doing?”

“I guess I wouldn’t like that.”

“Exactly. I don’t mind being the loner, because I have friends outside of school. I like doing the things I do. I’d rather be scary than scared.” With a sigh, Eunwoo stirred her drink.

“Yeah. But still, don’t you get lonely?” You ripped off a piece of your bagel, making her flinch.

“I used to. Now I don’t give a shit. It’s not like I show up to school often anyway.”

“I’d talk to you.” You sneered and popped a piece of your bagel into your mouth, standing abruptly.

“Sure you would, miss popular. But we don’t want to taint your reputation.” Eunwoo stood as well as you walked past her to the trash, turning and grabbing the back of her chair.

“Maybe if you’d ever been anything other than an ass to me, I would have been nice to you back. I have feelings too, you know.” You stopped and turned around, staring at her. “I’ve never been mean to you. The only times we’ve ever interacted, you’ve been rude. You didn’t even look at me in class the other day.”

“Maybe I didn’t feel like fucking talking to you.”

“I didn’t feel like talking to you either, but at least I was nice.” Eunwoo grabbed her own trash and walked over to the trash can, looking you in the eye as she passed you. “I can’t believe I was afraid of you. You’re nothing but a coward, hiding behind a fake tough facade. You’re too afraid to let someone in, so you’ve talked yourself into thinking I’m a bad person just because I’m popular.” Your face turned red and you reached out to grab her wrist, but she yanked her hand away. “If you don’t like me, then why did you bring me out here today?”

“I didn’t think you’d actually show,” you said, fists balled at your sides. The woman behind the counter watched the two of you with a wary eye. “Maybe I was intrigued because I saw you had more guts than I thought you did. I wanted to see how much I could push you and mess with you. I didn’t ask you to try and break me out of my shell.”

“Yeah, well. It’s kind of hard to make friends when all you do is insult people and push them away.”

“I didn’t want to be friends with you.”

“Then what did you want, (Y/N)? What did you want?” You clenched your jaw, unable to answer, and Eunwoo threw her now empty cup into the trash can. “You’re the one who wanted to talk to me outside of the project. You can’t blame this on me. Now if you’ll unlock your car, I’ll get my things and just walk back to the school.” Wordlessly, you turned and stalked towards the doorway, pulling out your keys and unlocking your car as you pushed the door open. She walked past you and opened the car door long enough to grab her things before closing it again and walking away without another word. She half expected you to yell something profane at her retreating figure, but you didn’t. You just stayed silent and watched her go.

“Where the fuck were you this morning?” Xiyeon stuck her face right in front of Eunwoo’s, eyes narrowed. Glaring, Eunwoo pushed her face away.

“I’m not in the mood, Xiyeon. Not right now.”

“She was with (Y/N),” Kulkyung informed the younger girl as she scrolled through her Twitter feed, not bothering to look up from her phone. Xiyeon’s jaw dropped, but before she could say anything, Yuha was speaking, rolling her eyes.

“She somehow managed to get into a fight with her. Don’t ask me how.”

“Shut the fuck up, Yuha,” Eunwoo said. Yuha looked at Xiyeon with raised eyebrows, hand gesturing to the girl beside her.

“See?” Before Eunwoo could reply, or possibly throw her class copy of The Great Gatsby at the other girl’s head, Roa walked up with Nayoung.

“You guys know what time it is, right? We’re supposed to be in the cafeteria in like, two minutes.” With a sigh, Kulkyung shoved her phone into her pocket and grabbed Eunwoo’s arm, hauling her up while Xiyeon stood with Yuha, regarding Eunwoo cautiously.

“Then move it. We’ll follow you.”

“I still don’t understand why we have to be in the cafeteria for a certain amount of time, we’re not little kids anymore,” Xiyeon said, kicking at a pebble in their way. Yuha reached over and messed with her hair, earning her a whine from the younger girl.

“You’re still a little kid, Xiyeon. And it’s to make sure nobody is back late from getting lunch.” Xiyeon muttered something under her breath that made Yuha laugh, but Eunwoo’s eyes stayed focused on the floor and she relied on Kulkyung to pull her through the throngs of students pouring into the cafeteria. In the back of her head, she silently thanked whatever gods there were that Kulkyung was her friend. Without the other girl, Eunwoo would probably be dead at this point.

Everyone else was waiting at their normal table, and Kyla shot them all looks from over her book.

“You guys are almost late.” Roa shrugged her shoulders, waving away the other girl’s concerns. Eunwoo took her normal seat at the table and forced a smile to her face as people said hello as they passed her table. She was too tired for this. Just as she was about to put her head in her arms and take a nap until the bell rang, someone slammed their hand onto the table beside her. Surprised, she jerked her head up to come face-to-face with you. A hush had fallen over the tables surrounding hers.

“You’re next period is a study hall, right?” Her face twisted in confusion.

“Yes, why?”

“Meet me in the library.” You picked your hand up off the table and brushed past her, ignoring the people staring open mouthed at you as you left. She turned and watched you go, ignoring Yuha’s confused laughter and Roa’s ‘What the fuck’. Her hands seemed to move without her permission, reaching down to grab her backpack, and when the bell rang she was already on her way out the door, all but sprinting to the library.

It didn’t take her long to find you. You were sitting in the back of the library, legs over the arm of chair as your back pressed against the wall instead of the back of the chair. You were looking down at your phone, but looked up when she dropped her backpack beside the seat across from you. For a moment, the two of you were both silent, staring at each other, neither of you moving. Then you sighed and turned off your phone.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” She opened her mouth, but you cut her off, eyes still trained on the black screen of your phone. “I wasn’t entirely truthful. And you were just trying to be friendly and I blew up.” She slowly sat in the chair opposite, as if any sudden movements might scare you away. “The truth is.... I actually think about you a lot. Too much. And since you’re popular and I’m not I decided to try and hate you instead of developing a crush on you, ‘cause that hurts less.” You played with your phone case, still refusing to look up. “Then we started doing this project and I was super scared ‘cause I didn’t want to feel things. And I got caught up in playing with you and enjoying being able to talk to you. Then I realized what I was doing and I got scared this morning. You’re right. I’m a coward.”

“I said a lot of things I didn’t mean as well,” Eunwoo said, clutching the end of the chair and leaning forward. You still didn’t look up. “I was really rude. I called you bad things and got mad at you for being afraid of being hurt. And I’m sorry for that. But.” Your fingers stilled. “What I said still applies. About building friendships. And relationships.” You finally looked up.

“I meant an actual crush. An I want to kiss you crush. A big lesbian crush.” Your face was colored slightly and it made Eunwoo want to laugh, because she’d never imagined you could blush. But she held it down.

“I know. I’m a lesbian too. And it turns out that I wouldn’t mind kissing you, or meeting you behind the bleachers, or going to breakfast with you.” You still looked like you didn’t believe her. “I. I had a crush on you back in middle school.” Your eyebrows raised.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She laughed and covered her face and eyes, whining softly. “This is so embarrassing to admit. I was so embarrassing.” She brought her hands away from her face, only to laugh again at the shocked look on your face. “But I thought you hated me! You knocked me over one time, remember?”

“Oh shit, I did, didn’t I.” You let out a laugh as well, leaning your head back against the wall. “I forgot about that.”

“I tried to be nice. Sure I had ulterior motives of getting to kiss you, but still. And then you knocked me over. I was so heartbroken I cried for weeks.” You laughed again, covering your mouth, and Eunwoo basked in the sound of it, despite her revelation of her secret crush bringing a deep blush to her cheeks and turning her ears red.

“Damn, I’m sorry. I promise I wont knock you over this time around.” You sobered up and looked over at her again. “Still. I’m not going to change things about myself. I still like the things I like, the music I like, the hobbies I have.”

“You don’t have to,” Eunwoo said. “I don’t want to change big things about myself either. But I think we’ll find we have more in common than we think. And as long as we try things with each other, I think it’ll work out.” You nodded slowly.

“Yeah. You skipped school with me, so I’ll have to do something with you.” You smirked, resting your chin in your palm. “What do you like to do? Study?” She snorted and kicked your leg softly.

“No. Please. I like bowling.”

“Oh. Bowling is much better than studying.” She nodded and leaned over, unzipping her backpack.

“But since we’re on the subject, we do have a project due in a week.” You groaned and slumped down in your seat, shutting your eyes tight as she laughed at you, reaching over to ruffle your hair playfully.

“How did I know.”

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