Mr. Chemistry

18 • Paranoid

Mae Asha • November 2, 2018

Earlier this morning, I woke up to Yoongi on the floor, with me sprawled out on the couch. Sadly, I woke up in time for school.

I'm in Mr. Park's class now, and it's almost over. I finished my work, so I pulled my phone out and texted Neri, who didn't come today.

Evil, evil girl.

"Ms. Mae," Jimin said, tapping the top of my desk. "No phones out during my class; that's detention."

I scoffed as I looked up at him. "No," I said. "I have something to do after school," I lied.

I just wanna go home and die.

"Detention Monday, too," Jimin tilted his head. "Drop the attitude, and put the phone away, Ms. Mae."

I clenched my jaw as I looked down at my phone.

I hate being told what to do -- in front of people, that is.

It's embarrassing.

I, however, do enjoy being told what to do in other senses.

"Mr. Park?" Mila's squeaky voice filled my ears.

"Yes, Ms. Lee?" Jimin asked while he was still staring at me, then he looked at her.

"Can I come by after school today? I still really need help," Mila innocently said.

Jimin seems as annoyed as I am now, but my annoyance quickly turned into pure anger.

I simply stared at Jimin's covered body in front of me.

"Yes, Ms. Lee, but next time you need help, ask me while we're in class or during your study hall," Jimin told her. "No more coming after school, I usually have students in detention during that time," he said. He took a step back.

You mean, one student in detention, and it's usually always me, d**k.

I looked at Mila for a moment. She seems triggered.

Oh, here we go.

Mila immediately looked at me. Anger is in her eyes, but a sweet smile formed on her face.

She looked at Jimin. "Okay, Mr. Park, thank you," she said.

The bell rang shortly after that.

"Remember to do your homework over the weekend. See you all Monday," Jimin said.

I stood up. "Sheesh, detention, again?" Jackson asked as he stood up beside me.

I rolled my eyes as I put my backpack on. "Shut up, d**k," I mumbled.

We walked out of the class and started down the hall, and that's when Mila grabbed my arm.

"Hi, Asha, can I talk to you for a minute?" she sweetly asked.

I looked at Jackson. He sucked air through his teeth. "Good luck with that," Jackson said, then he backed away.

I looked at Mila again. "Can you remove yourself from me?" I asked, full of attitude.

Mila's facial expression changed from sweet and nice, to a total b***h face.

"What are you doing with Mr. Park?" she questioned, c*****g an eyebrow.

I blankly stared at her. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"He gives you detention nearly everyday -- over stupid stuff," Mila said. "Like, your phone being out during class, or if you have an attitude," she gave some examples. "Yet, if I have my phone out while in class, he doesn't even acknowledge it, it's just you. You came in here a month ago and ruined everything."

I slightly smiled. "Oh, sweetie, you are as delusional as you are pretty," I laughed. "If you honestly think that Mr. Park and I are anything more than a teacher and student, then you aren't all that smart. It's a shame."

Mila's eyebrows lowered. "He's mine, b***h, back off," she snapped.

I smiled. "Good luck, Mila, really," I said. "I wish you the best with getting our teacher to sleep with you," I told her. "I'll see you later, Barbie."

The evil look slipped from her face, then she blankly stared at me, and with that, I walked away.

She's a b***h, clearly, but I'm a bigger b***h, and, if you're the big b***h, it's best to kill the little b***h with kindness.

And that's exactly what I plan on doing.

•••

As I walked into Mr. Park's classroom, Mila is already inside, talking to him.

They're at his desk. Jimin's in his chair, and Mila is in a chair beside him.

As Mila wrote on a paper on his desk, Jimin looked at me. He's holding a pen near his face, and he's leaning back against his chair. He's also wearing his round glasses.

My cheeks heated up as I sat down in my seat. I plugged my earphones into my phone, then I started playing one of my favorite songs. I rested my head against the desk.

After twenty minutes, my phone vibrated. I lifted my head, clearly half asleep. I looked at my phone and blinked several times as I looked at the screen.

Suga Suga ?: What up, sista? Chim's bringing ya home

Me: Whatever

Suga Suga ?: Staaahhpppp being meann!

I shook my head as I took my earphones out. I looked at Mila and Jimin, who are both standing now.

"I really appreciate your help, Mr. Park," Mila said to him.

She smiled sweetly and twirled her obviously bleached blonde hair.

Jimin nodded to her. "See you Monday," he said. "Close the door behind you, please."

Mila giggled as she smiled, then she turned. As she walked by me, she gave me a death glare.

I glanced over my shoulder and watched her close the door. As I turned my head straight, Jimin stopped in front of me.

"What's wrong, Asha?" Jimin asked me.

I shrugged. "Mila seems to think that I'm screwing you, I guess," I answered, glancing up to him.

"Thinking something is not the same as knowing," Jimin said. "How'd she get that thought in her head?" he asked.

I took a deep breath as I looked down at my hands on my desk. "Well, I get detention nearly everyday over stupid stuff, like, being on my phone or having an attitude, yet if she has her phone out, you don't even care," I replied. "I'm not going to be the reason you lose your job, Mr. Park," I looked up at him.

"Stand up, Asha," Jimin told me.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I said so," Jimin said.

I sighed, then I stood up. I walked around so I'm in front of my desk.

"What?" I questioned.

Jimin bit his bottom lip before speaking. "You're paranoid," Jimin told me.

I shook my head. "No, I'm not. Mila can ruin your life if she gets the proof, and-," I started to say.

"Asha," Jimin cut me off, he took a step closer to me. "She has absolutely nothing on us, she has never seen anything inappropriate happen between us; you can relax."

I took a deep breath. "Jimin, I-I just don't even wanna risk it," I told him. "I would feel so, so guilty, I wouldn't-," I began to say.

Jimin shook his head. "Stop," Jimin told me. I opened my mouth to speak, but Jimin shook his head even more. "Don't."

I sighed. "Fine," I mumbled, I glanced down to his chest.

Jimin pushed my hair out of my face, and he placed his fingers under my chin, then he tilted my chin up, so I'm looking at him.

I took a deep breath as my cheeks heated up, which earned me a small smirk from Jimin.

Jimin gently placed a kiss on my lips, then another one, and another one, until I got a little too frisky.

I stood on my tippy toes and began kissing him over, and over, and over again.

That is, until he ruined it.

As soon as his hand touched my back, I bursted into a fit of laughter.

Jimin took a step back, but his hands rested on my elbows. He scanned my face.

"What?" he asked.

I facepalmed myself as my face turned even more red out of embarrassment, but I still couldn't stop the occasional giggle escaping my lips.

What? I'm ticklish.

"Asha," Jimin spoke again.

I shook my head. "I'm very, very ticklish, everywhere," I said as I looked up at him.

Jimin tilted his head. "Is that so?" he rose an eyebrow.

I swallowed hard as I scanned his face, knowing exactly what he's planning.

"Don't do it," I said.

As soon as I tried to make a break for it, Jimin grabbed me and began tickling my sides.

Oh, God, here we go.

"St-Stop!" I breathlessly squealed through giggles as I tried to pull away from him.

Finally, I slipped from his grasp and made it around my desk, where he can't reach me.

When I looked at Jimin, he's smiling. It's not just a smirk, it's not just a small smile, he's actually smiling as wide as he could.

I smiled as I looked down at my desk. "Freak," I giggled.

"I'm beginning to think red is your actual skin color," Jimin said.

The words made me shake my head, and they quite possibly made me even more red.

"Shut up," I mumbled.

Jimin let out a quiet laugh as he turned back to his desk. He picked up his keys, then he fixed his tie.

"Let's go," he told me as he turned back to face me.

I sighed, then I put my backpack on. I followed Jimin out of his classroom, giggling as he spoke to me while he locked his classroom door.

Both of us totally oblivious to the woman watching us down the hall.

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S. C. Keener

11/30/18