Chapter 9
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"I don't want to, SamSam. I look stupid when I smile."
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SAMANTHA
"Wow, big brother, that's just unbelievable. What kind of sibling are you?" I said irritably to my brother as I was removing the fluff from my bag.
I was talking to my brother on the phone. I was hoping he'd pick me up because this place is far from home, and I was too lazy to walk.
But the jerk had already been here and hadn't even looked for me. Why?
"Tsk. You could have just gone with the others there. I'm going to pick up Miasse first."
Wow, really? Can I slap him? He prioritized Mich over his own sister!
"Fine. Whatever. Do whatever you want. Jerk. Bye," I said irritably and hung up.
I started tapping my foot on the floor out of frustration. I put my phone back in my bag and leaned against the door of the dressing room.
Is there still anyone here? I hope so. Even Diane would do.
I looked to my left and saw one of our members, Hayley.
"Hayley!" I called out to her.
"What's up?" she asked, smiling.
"Did you see Diane?"
She nodded right away.
"Yep. Her brother picked her up."
I frowned.
"Ah. So, are you heading home?" I asked.
I hope she is. Please, Hayley, take me home with you.
Why don't I have a car? Sigh. I just sighed deeply.
"Not yet. I have a date with my boyfriend," she said. "You're looking for someone to go home with, right? Chester's still in the dressing room, you can go with him."
Soon after, her phone rang. She glanced at me before answering.
"Sige Sam, bye bye!" she said and ran off.
But wait, how did she know I was looking for someone to go home with? Is she psychic?
No choice. I'll just wait for Chester to come out.
"I'm so pretty, damn," I complimented myself as I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
Well, I'm still wearing the hanging blouse and jeans, and I haven't taken them off because I really feel good in this outfit.
We're done with the shoot now because we finished filming. We also filmed the scenes of me and Slade at the Amusement Park, where I slowly started to fall for him. We're going to do a theater play, but we need to shoot a few scenes for promotion.
I leaned against the wall and took out my phone.
I took six selfies and posted them on my social media account.
Samantha De Jesus: Done with the shoot. Hoho. It was tiring but fun, hope all our hard work pays off :))
I smiled as soon as I saw how many people liked my photos. It has already reached a hundred.
And there were so many comments, of course! I’m beautiful! You still got it, Sam! Wow!
I was busy praising myself when suddenly the door of one of the rooms in the dressing room opened.
He looked at me but immediately avoided eye contact and was about to leave when I quickly called his name.
"C-Chester," I called out, stuttering.
What the heck, why am I stuttering? Why?
He looked at me but didn’t speak. I felt awkward because he was looking straight into my eyes.
Meanwhile, I was trying hard to avoid his gaze.
"Can we go home together?" I asked, still not looking at him.
I saw in my peripheral vision that he smirked. That made him look even more like a bad boy.
"Look at me first, Samantha," he ordered.
I stepped back as he suddenly grabbed my chin and tilted my face up so now I was staring directly into his sparkling eyes.
I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Oh please, I hope I'm not blushing. He looked at my lips and slowly moved closer.
It felt like my eyes were stuck on his lips. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. It was like I wanted to feel his lips against mine.
At the same time, my heart was pounding. Just a little more distance, and our lips would meet, so I closed my eyes.
I waited for his lips to touch mine, but after a few seconds, nothing happened.
I opened my eyes and saw Chester holding back laughter.
"You were expecting that, huh?" he said, grinning.
I frowned, and that made him laugh even harder. When I didn’t answer, his laughter grew louder. He couldn’t hold it in anymore.
I thought about it, and that’s when everything sank in. He was just messing with me.
I wanted to slap him.
"Sorry!" I said before laughing. My slap wasn’t hard, but his face looked like he was hit by both heaven and earth. Like a kid pushed into the mud!
I even held my stomach and wiped away tears because I was crying from laughing so hard, but I stopped suddenly. I blinked twice while staring at him.
"Come on," he said, smiling.
What the freakin' fudge! He’s smiling?!
This isn’t a mischievous smile. This isn’t the kind of smile that means he’s up to something bad. It’s a real smile! Holy moly!
My mouth dropped open, and then another memory flashed in my mind. I winced and held my head while listening to the small voices in my head.
"You should always smile. Come on, King! Smile!" I said while trying to stretch his lips.
"I don't want to, SamSam. I look stupid when I smile," he replied.
"Come on, smile! I'll treat you if you do!" I said.
"I have a lot of money, Samsam," he replied. Well, he's rich!
"I'll tell you you're handsome!" I won’t give up!
"I’m already handsome, even if you don't say it." He grinned.
"I’ll kiss you!" I suddenly blurted out. I didn’t even think about what I was saying.
"Really?"
King suddenly turned to me.
"You said that, huh!" King said and smiled.
"Pay the price, Samantha," he said mischievously and pulled me.
Then he suddenly kissed me on the cheek.
"Ah," I moaned before holding onto the wall to keep myself from falling.
I'm SamSam. I know that. But who is King? Why can't I see his face? What are these memories I’m remembering?
"Are you okay?" Chester asked, concerned, as he came close to me and helped me by the shoulder.
I nodded and forced a smile, even though my head hurt. It felt like my head was being split open for some unknown reason.
Should I take medicine? Or maybe get a checkup? This is so annoying.
"I’ll take you home," he said, and I didn’t argue.
We walked to his car, and I smiled when he opened the door for me.
A gentleman, huh?
"Just drop me off at the park. I’m good there," I said, looking at him, but he didn’t even bother to answer.
Wow.
Now the silence between us is so awkward. Huhu. Mich should be here, so we could just chat. I feel like I’m going to die of boredom. Sheesh.
I took out my phone and started spazzing about my K-pop crushes.
And first of all, of course... BTS! Oh wow, they're so handsome! I smiled as I held my phone, not realizing that the car had stopped, and Chester had been staring at me the whole time.
"Are you texting someone?" he asked with a poker face, raising an eyebrow.
I shook my head and showed him my phone. I was surprised because it seemed like he didn’t know who BTS was!
"Who’s that?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.
"V! Taehyung!" I shouted. "Oh my, you don’t know him? He’s a member of BTS! He's my boyfriend," I proudly said and laughed, but I stopped immediately when he slammed the steering wheel.
"Damn it," he cursed, and slammed the door. I covered my ears because of how loud he slammed it.
What’s his problem? Is it PMS?
I ran out of the car and chased after him. He stopped in front of the ice cream parlor and sat down.
"Hey, why are you so upset?" I asked, catching my breath.
He looked at me briefly and then walked away from me.
What did I do wrong? Why does it feel like we're playing a game of tag?
"Are you mad?" I asked.
No response.
"Hey, why?"
Still no response.
"What did I do?"
Still no response.
He’s mad at me. I can sense that. I just don’t know why.
So I left him right away. Let him stay there! Jerk! I’m not going to chase him!
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