Mr. Chemistry

17 • Jealousy

Mae Asha • October 31, 2018

You know it's bad when you can't even look your teacher in the eye.

It's too awkward, embarrassing, and weird.

Every time someone says my name, I think they know.

I think they know I was making out with my teacher, and I think they know I gave him a major boner, but they don't. I'm just hella paranoid.

As I wrote out the formulas Mr. Park put on the board, I could feel his eyes burning through me.

He hasn't even spoken to me since Saturday, and it's Wednesday now. I can tell he wants to, though, but I just think he's waiting for me to get out of my awkward, safety shell.

"Mr. Park?" Mila quietly said.

"Yes, Ms. Lee?" Jimin replied.

Mila giggled. "Can I come by after school for some extra help? I'm kinda confused."

Bitch, what?

Her words angered me beyond comprehension.

Who in the hell does she think she is?

I slowly turned my head to look at her. I couldn't help but give her a death glare as she smiled sweetly at Jimin.

As I stared into Mila's soul, Neri snapped her fingers in my face. "Ash?" Neri quietly said.

I looked at Neri. "What?" I asked -- more like yelled, with a very large amount of attitude.

Neri gave me a weird look, but she didn't have enough time to reply. The whole class got quiet, and Jimin cleared his throat.

"Lower your voice, Ms. Mae," Jimin told me.

A quiet scoff escaped my lips as I looked at him for the first time in actual days.

"I wasn't being loud, Mr. Park. I was simply asking my friend what she said," I replied, clearly annoyed.

Jimin stopped directly in front of my desk. "Yes, but it was full of attitude. I thought you would've learned in detention by now," Jimin said. He looked at Mila. "Yes, Ms. Lee, you can come by after school and I'll help you," Jimin told her.

"Thank you, Mr. Park," Mila said.

The bell rang, so I started packing up. I took a deep breath as I closed my notebook. I put my notebook in my backpack, then I put my backpack on.

As Neri and I started following the other students, Jimin spoke. "I'd like to speak with you for a moment, Ms. Mae," he said, stopping me in my tracks.

Neri glanced back to me. She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows, then she continued walking.

Oh, die, fake hoe.

"Close the door, please," Jimin told me.

I took another deep breath, then I shut the door. "What?" I asked as I turned to face him. He's standing about five feet away with his hands in his pockets.

"Jealousy is a very interesting thing, Asha," Jimin said. A smirk played at his lips.

I squinted as I stared at him. "I don't get jealous, Mr. Park," I quietly said, rolling my eyes. "Especially not over the Barbie."

Jimin came closer to me. "Oh, you most certainly were," he said. "And as amusing and as sexy as that was," he stopped in front of me. He took a lock of my hair and played with it. "You can't get bothered over stupid stuff here; wait until we're alone, understood?" Jimin pushed hair behind my ear and intentionally ran his fingers across my cheek.

I felt myself melt inside as my cheeks heated up. "Yes, Jimin," I quietly said.

"Good girl," Jimin said. "Go on," he glanced to the door behind me.

I awkwardly turned and left his classroom, not giving him another glance.

Honestly, if I could just drown myself, that'd be great.

•••

As I walked into my loft, I heard Yoongi rapping.

Oh, yes, Yoongi used to rap like crazy when we were younger.

"Agust D!" I squealed as I slammed the door.

Yoongi walked out of the kitchen with a half eaten donut in his hand, with the other half stuffed into his mouth.

He started talking, but how can anyone understand him?

"Yoongi, brother, I know words are hard for you, don't get upset," I giggled.

I walked into the kitchen and found a large box of donuts. I grabbed a chocolate covered sprinkled donut, then I turned to face Yoongi as he swallowed the mess in his mouth.

"How was school? Jackson didn't impregnate you, I hope," Yoongi said.

As annoyed as Yoongi seems, he's only doing this to royally piss me off.

He still hates Jackson, though, trust me.

"Shut up, d**k," I mumbled. I rolled my eyes as I took a bite of my donut. "Yoongi, if I allow anyone to dominate me in the bedroom, it most certainly won't be Jackson," I paused for a moment. "Mr. Park was looking extra fine today."

Yoongi's face went blank, then he frantically started laughing. "Okay, Asha, okay!" he yelled, clearly enjoying this.

Little do you know, Yoongi.

"Oh, that one doesn't bother you?" I rose an eyebrow.

Yoongi snorted. "Jimin's your teacher, you're my sister, he's my best friend; he's not stupid," he said.

I rose my eyebrows in annoyance.

Oh, yes, he is, Yoongi, he is very stupid.

At least I don't have to worry about Yoongi being paranoid over him.

"If I didn't trust Jimin around you, why else would I have been willing to leave you at his place when I was going to Busan? Why would I let him give you rides to and from school?" he questioned, walking back into the living room.

Oh, big brother, you are so oblivious.

So, so oblivious.

•••

"Ha!" Neri giggled over a video chat as we played a video game. "You're so red!" she screamed.

I looked at my phone, which is propped up against the TV. "Die," I said.

I looked at the TV screen, and that's when I seen her.

Neri's head is slightly visible on the screen. She's trying to hide behind a crate.

"Get quick scoped, b***h," I said as I pulled the trigger on my sniper rifle.

The front door opened, but I stayed focused on the screen. My bullet from my sniper hit her in the head.

"How did you even see me!?" Neri screamed. "That was beautiful!"

"Years, and years, and years of practice, Kim Neri," I smiled. "I'm a God at Call of Duty," I told her. I looked at the leader boards as the game ended. The final kill cam played. "You did good, though."

"I killed you twice," Neri said. "You killed me twenty times!"

"So? Usually no one can kill me," I said.

"Except me!" Yoongi yelled from the front door.

I looked at Yoongi, but my eyes drifted to the other person beside him.

Mr. Park.

"Uh, bed time now," I nervously said. I stood up and turned my Xbox off, then I removed my headset and laid it on my computer chair.

I grabbed my phone as Neri giggled, then I walked towards the stairs.

"It's seven thirty," Yoongi said. "Come, we brought food and we rented a movie."

I stopped and I looked down at Neri on my phone screen.

She's literally wheezing. "Have fun, Ash!" she waved to me, then she hung up before I could protest.

I turned to Yoongi and Jimin. Jimin stared at me as he crossed his arms, and Yoongi did the same.

"I think I'll pass," I said. "I wouldn't want to cockblock your date with Mr. Park; you might actually get some tonight," I smirked.

Jimin started to smile, but he bit his bottom lip in hopes of keeping it away.

"Oh, damn," Yoongi looked at Jimin. "She's onto us, Jiminie."

A laugh escaped Jimin's lips. "It's about time your sister learned the truth," Jimin said, looking at Yoongi.

"It's like you're the same person, and it's unsettling," I said.

Very unsettling, actually.

"We got you Princess Chicken! Kung Pao!" Yoongi held up a large bag of food. "Let us love you!"

"Fine, Yoongi," I muttered. I rolled my eyes as I walked towards him. I took the food from his hands and walked back to the couch. "What movie did you get?"

"The Nun," Yoongi said. "It's supposed to be scary," he shrugged.

"Ha! Lame," I giggled. "Already seen it with Neri and Jackson, nerds," I sat in the middle of the couch and started to pull the food out. I placed each container on the coffee table.

"She's a little piglet, see?" Yoongi said. "Offer her food, and she's tamed," he plopped down beside me. Yoongi handed me the movie. "Go, shoo, little one."

I squinted at him. "You're lazy," I said, then I stood up and walked to my Xbox.

I put the movie in, and the previews started playing. I sat down on the couch again, and this time, I'm sitting in between Jimin and Yoongi.

Yoongi handed me my food and a pair of chopsticks. "Enjoy," he told me. I pulled my legs onto the couch, then I crossed them.

After eating, while watching the movie, I found myself incredibly sleepy.

Yoongi has already passed out, and Jimin isn't even paying attention to the movie at this point. He's on his phone, scrolling through his i********:.

I yawned as I looked back to the TV, which caught the attention of Jimin. He lowered his phone and looked at me, then he gently pushed some of my hair behind my ear.

Okay, God, I'm too tired for this.

I shifted, then I laid on my side. I rested my head on Jimin's lap -- his warm, warm lap.

My legs are bent, so I'm in a fetal position, and Yoongi is in a similar position at the end of the couch.

Jimin began to run his fingers through my hair, which, honestly, killed me. I took a deep breath as I slowly closed my eyes.

I could've went upstairs and went to sleep in my room, but I'm too tired.

Besides, who would pass up this opportunity?

•••

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S. C. Keener

11/30/18