The whole way Elle kept talking nonstop giving me enough space to think. I was obsessing over my thoughts with every passing second. Jungkook freaking kissed me. I thought I was dreaming but I WASN'T. I didn't tell Elle yet and I keep feeling bad. I do want to tell her. She is the only one I have. But its just, if I say it then it becomes real. One thing I know is no matter how complicated my feelings will get, I have no chance. He was just helping me and nothing more. Well, it didn't do anything to calm my nerves down and I told myself that hiding from it is not gonna help me at all.

"Elle, Jungkook kissed me." Elle stepped on the brake and the car stopped in the middle of the road. I had to hold the door handle tightly to stop myself from falling. Jesus, she could have killed me.

"WHAT?"

"You heard me on the first time." I could clearly see thousand and one questions going through her mind, so I added, "I was actually having a panic attack. He did it to stop it."

Elle gave a slight nod and turned to me all serious, "I know you guys are doing the art project together Meg. But honestly, I'm saying this as you friend-" she sighed before adding, "I know I stan them but Jungkook's reputation is nowhere near good!"

I raised my eyebrow and giving a small smile I said, "Jesus Elle, it's not like I'm going to date him or anything."

Elle smiled at me, the one she usually gives me when she takes the role of my non-existent sister, "you're too good for a guy like him."

I didn't say anything, but I knew Elle might have stopped questioning me for now, but she will soon drown me with questions and not mention, will eye on Jungkook whenever she sees him. The thing is right now I'm not concerned about what she will do, I'm concerned about what I will do. I'm pretty sure Jungkook must have kissed so many girls and might have fucked them even. But that was my FIRST kiss. Yah yah I know what are y'all thinking but I'm not lying. I have liked tons of boys but none, not a single person have asked me out, yet all kiss me.

For some reason we came to school early and Elle ran out for practices leaving me all alone to myself, not warning me to keep my distance from Jungkook. Well, I am keeping my distance but its just something always happens and we end up getting entangled. Is this what's called fate? I actually have no idea. Anyway, realizing that I have time to at least do something with my incomplete drawing. Hoping that the art room is open, I made my way towards it. The school is quiet quite early in the morning and kids only decides to come to school five minutes before the bell rings. Without thinking about anything I opened the door and gasped. Jungkook was kissing a shirtless girl and not to mind the fact that he was shirtless too. The girl literally screamed when she saw me and covered herself with the shirt that was lying next to her. Mumbling an apology I ran away carrying the drawing with me. Well, there goes my peaceful morning.

I was numb. My whole body was numb. All I could think was what Elle said was right. I don't know what I'm feeling or why I feel like my heart is breaking into pieces. All that was in my mind was to get away from the art room. As much as I was glad that no one was following me, I knew I felt disappointed inside knowing that he didn't follow me. I gave myself a tour around the school to clear myself from all the thoughts that are messing with me. Unfortunately for the first two periods Mr. White got us free periods so that we can focus on our drawing and to submit the complete one during lunch. Which meant I have to go to the art room and to keep looking at Jungkook until I can completely finish this stupid drawing.

I took my time going to the art room and took the longest route I can take. But I could only stall for 45 mins before Mr. White saw me and told me to go to the class and finish it quickly. When I opened the door everyone turned towards me and to my surprise, well not exactly a surprise as it was his job, Jungkook was sitting in front of my table. Ignoring all the glances I was getting I made my way towards the table. Without sparing a glance at Jungkook I settled my drawing, the colours and the pencils, all the time praying that I wouldn't lose my concentration and destroy the drawing as the last thing I want to do is get scolded by our teacher in front of everyone. When I couldn't put away looking at him anymore, I glanced at him trying to keep my head cool. I tried not to think about anything but the drawing. Jungkook didn't seem to mind my moodiness nor did he offer any explanation. Well its not like he has to give an explanation to me, afterall I'm not even his friend.

Right when the first bell rang, I got my water cup and mumbled that I was going to get water to start colouring and left before anyone could leave the class. As much as I want to stay away from him for good before my feelings get complicated, I had to finish the drawing. Every time I had to look at him I felt him kissing me and then my mind goes to him kissing some random girl, well as far as i know he doesn't have a girlfriend. Or maybe she is his girlfriend and its not like I know about his personal stuff. praying that this will be the last time that I have to do anything with him, I went inside carrying the water cup. He was talking with his brothers and when he saw me, he raised an eyebrow at me. I ignored all of them again and went back to my seat. I coloured with everything I got and purposefully missed some important shades so Mr. White wont choose me again. As much as the project is a good pathway to college, I knew I would lose it if I have to do anything with them, and last thing I want is more problems in my life.

I didn't ask Jungkook to come and sit and he wasn't bothered to come and sit. Thank god that I finished the drawing and I didn't have to ask him for coorperation. I could feel all their eyes on me most of the time and I ignored the goosebumps I was getting as much as I can. When the bell finally rang I was done with my drawing and successful in showcasing my mistakes. I quickly packed my stuff and started walking towards the door carrying my painting upwards so that it can dry more. But before I could leave Jungkook stopped me standing in front of me asking, 

"Are you done?" I gave a small smile and pointed my eyes towards the painting. He scratched his head eyeing the painting carefully and I could clearly see a small smile making its way to his ways. I could feel butterflies in my stomach and I tried my best to not to think about it. To my luck one of the boys called him and he looked at them. I was about to opened the door when someone opened it for me smacking my face with it.

WHAT THE HECK? I cursed under my breathe but my heart  stopped when I saw my painting kissing the floor. Cursing under my breath, I looked up to scold, but words got stuck in my throat, when I saw it was the girl who was with Jungkook. Cursing to myself for not holding the painting properly, I turned it other way knowing fully well that it would be smudged badly. And yes it was, but thank god, the features are all ok and its just the colours that had mixed. I heard gasps behind me and I knew my one was the worse. 

Ignoring the pain in my nose, I got the closest paint brush next to me and painted it whole again mixing all the colours that was smudged. That was the only thing that I could do as I couldn't paint it all over again and even if I want to, I knew I wouldn't do it. I don't usually get pissed, well unless its my parents, but when it comes to my paintings I'm kind of like overprotective, no matter how bad they turn out to be. Drawing was the only thing that kept me living in that house so my attachment to paintings is kind of like an obsession. Carrying my painting, I turned towards the girl who was blocking the path and said, 

"MOVE" emphasising each letter with anger, and left the room clutching the painting tightly.