She's Cold (under revision)

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As class ends I let the rest of the class filter out, like I always do. But I smile under my hoodie this time. I have something to look forward too, not just another boring class to enter after this. I see a hand slide on to my desk and I look up, still smiling. Taehyung's smiling face meets mine and I blush a little. We stare at each other for just a few more minutes.

"So, uh. Do you maybe want to come over tonight?" He asks, looking down at the desk for a second. "I mean only if you want to." He says, sounding embarrassed. "For, uh, tutoring reasons. Your grade has dropped." This isn't the him I thought I knew, I almost like it. 

"..Sure" I say. His smile gets bigger. "O..okay. Does five work?" He asks and I nod. The rest of the day will be so much better with something to look forward too. 

~Four hours later, after school. 3:25~

I'm at my locker, putting my textbooks back. The world seems a little less cold today, maybe it's the sun, maybe it's spring, or maybe it's the fact that heaven sent me an angel. There's a little pep in my step, a smile not plastered onto my face, a real smile. 

*SLAM* 

My locker door crashes closed in front of my face, smashing my finger in it. I gasp loudly, trying not to cry as I try and pull my finger out of my door. 

"Well well well, if it isn't miss always cold." 

I turn to see a man with pink fluffy hair scowling at me. A tear falls down my cheek and I turn away, hiding my head in my shoulder. 

A rough hand pulls at my jaw. "LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU" He yells, I try and pull my face away but his grip is too strong. Park Jimin, the schools dedicated asshole. His face and features may look soft but nothing else about him is. 

This isn't the first time i've been put in this position, he fucks up anyone that shows a single sign of weakness. Particularly on the girls. I look at the fire in his eyes, the fire is hot in him. His anger isn't blue hot, it's soft like the rest of his features. Maybe he has other soft spots. I don't like it here anyways, why not stir up the pot?

I look at him straight in the eyes. "You know, the word on the street is that you have a little bit of a problem" I say, and he gets mad. So so mad, but he also lets go of my chin, laughing nervously and running his hands through his hair. 

"Haha, what kind of problem geek?" He says, looking around at his gang of friends at his back. 

"Well, girls talk you know. And you're not exactly a catholic boy. Word is.. well i'll just say it. Jimins got a small dick. Good kisser but just can't get a girl to finish." I say, leaning onto my back foot. 

His face goes red as a beet. His neck tenses, tendons flexing. He's about to blow, why not stoke the fire more, i'm this far. "oh ho ho, so it is true?" I say, and he...

"Shit" you say, "cliffhanger!!" 

Yeah I know, hold in there the next chapter is unfolding.