Choso

When the mean girls made their entrance to the busy school hallway, everybody knew what to do.

Some scattered and ran away from trembling fear while some others admired them with twinkling eyes.

And you, were part of the popular mean girls group, making your way down the hall next to your girls side by side as you fixed your lip gloss, synchronized sounds of clicking heels and platform shoes echoed in the crowded locker hallway.

Usually, you're unbothered by the losers around you, or you would shoot a terrifying glare at whoever would be stupid enough to come your way.

You rejected countless boys, thinking that they're all basic and not suited to your taste. You threw away their flowers heartlessly, refused any Valentine's confessions, etc. Regardless, you're disinterested in anyone.

Maybe, just maybe except for this one guy.

Choso, one of the quiet ones in the same batch, a member of the school's music band who just so knew how to play a guitar. He's just a normie, and what's so special about him?

You didn't know. It just came over you, and that did nothing but irritate you overtime.

Nonetheless, you kept that secret to yourself, locked behind the bars of your heart, never to be revealed for the sake of your reputation.

Also mainly because he was often one of the victims.

“Hey loser.”

The mean girl’s leader slammed her palm on Choso's desk, interrupting him from reading a book. He glanced up with his usual unbothered and tired eyes, probably expecting this somehow.

“Ew, what book is this? It looks real boring. Blegh.”

The other mean girl added, picking up the book from his desk with a look of horrible disgust before dropping it to the floor, followed by a sneer.

He didn't reply, as usual. He glanced your way, his eyes met yours without another word.

“Oh right, some little birdie told me you have a secret girlfriend… But you? looking like that? Ha! You must be joking. What a shame, she must have a pretty bad taste.”

The leader began to burst into laughter, which was quickly followed by the other girls, including yourself.

“Right? A loser like you probably don't even know how to kiss. I'm starting to feel bad for her.”

You spat, which earned a great laugh from the girls as they continued to make fun of Choso. You’re satisfied with your play in the role.

He simply glanced at you, again, without another word.

“Hey loser, did you turn mute? Say something, asshole!”

“Tell us who your girl is!”

“Haha!”

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It's dark in this alley behind the school's sports hall’s storage room. You're standing among a junk pile of old and used basketballs, your back against the cold concrete wall.

Your eyes were closed with your hands gripping onto Choso's collar, while he placed one of his hands behind your head as he pushed to press his lips onto yours aggressively and desperately, the other hugged on your waist tightly.

It was something you were never supposed to do, you swore you left your feelings at the back of your heart. Yet here you were, kissing the loser you made fun of behind everybody.

It was thrilling that you were his secret girlfriend.

You pleaded for more, tugging on his collar and pulling him closer to you each time he pulled away from your lips for air. It was involuntary, or was it?

And only Choso was the only one who's able to see this other side of the usual popular mean girl. Honestly? He considered himself lucky.

His tired eyes stared down at yours, his dark hair dripped with sweat as he began to lean towards your neck, unbuttoning your collar as he softly nibbled on your skin.

“So tell me now, do I know how to kiss?” He whispered, his hoarse voice sent shivers up your spine.

You knew he was a good kisser. Of course you did.