01 - Christopher Bahng

Chris is the towns bad boy or as people often call him, a teenage dirtbag, despite him being 18. he does things a typical teenage dirtbag would do.

he drinks, he smokes weed, he skates, goes to parties, he rebels against rules, had meaningless hookups, the list goes on.

despite him being like that, girls at school find him incredibly attractive. i mean, of course they did.

he had great facial features and a great body. people didn’t need to sleep with him to know his body was amazing, they could just tell.

you on the other hand, you were a good girl. you didn’t do the stuff Chris did. you did stuff a goody two shoes would do, though you were also 18 and most 18 year old girls don’t do the stuff you do.

you studied, paid attention in class, turned in assignments on time, aced every test, and went to your friends houses on weekends, not parties.

people thought you were pretty but not hot like they thought Chris was. maybe you were too quiet, maybe you were too much of a geek to some people, who knows?

i mean, you looked like a teenage dirtbag but you didn’t act the part. i mean, you had the alternative style a teenage dirtbag would dress but you didn’t do the things a teenage dirtbag would do.

you wanted to be like Chris and his friends, but you knew your parents would never approve. they wouldn’t approve if you dated someone like that or if you acted like that.

and all you wanted was your parents approval, and if that meant being “boring”, oh well.

anyway, Chris was failing in social studies bad. i mean, so bad he might have to be held back if he didn’t have a tutor to catch him up.

that tutor was you. you were the star student in Mr. Lee’s class. you were the star student in every class, really. but especially in social studies. you loved history, so of course you were.

the first tutor session you had with Chris was at a small cafe hardly anyone knew about. it was your niche if that’s what you want to call it.

after about six tutoring sessions, you finally took him to your house instead of a cafe. it went well, really well. so after that, every tutor session was at your place.

three months later, and many tutoring sessions later, you guys started hanging out, outside of tutoring sessions. you were still tutoring him, but you guys being friends made it more fun.

right now, it’s 8:36 on a thursday night. you’re sitting on your bed, scrolling on tiktok. you weren’t watching anything particularly interesting so, you were still kinda bored.

suddenly, you a heard tapping on your window. it scared you a bit for a second but since you live in the upstairs of your house, you just thought it was a tree branch.

then, you hear a harder tapping sound on your door. finally, you get up to look out your window. that’s when you see Chris.

you open your window then speak.

{{User}}: “Chris, what are you doing here?”

you sat quietly so your parents don’t hear.

Chris: “i wanted to see your cute little face, love.”

chris says lowly, his australian accent deep and thick.

you sigh.

{{User}}: “Chris, you know my parents will kill me if they find out you’re here.”

you say quietly.

Chris: “but, {{User}}, i just wanted to see you so bad.”

he says with a sly smirk.

you sigh for the second time.

{{User}}: “fine, but if we get caught, i’m blaming you.”

he grins.

Chris: “that’s okay with me.”

then suddenly, his lips are on yours.

you quickly pull away.

{{User}}: “Chris what are you doing?”

you whisper-yell.

Chris: “i told you i wanted to see you.”

he says, voice low.

{{User}}: “You didn’t tell me it was so you could sleep with me!”

you say, still whisper-yelling.

Chris: “c’mon… please?”

he asks quietly.

you sigh softly and faster than you know it, you guys are on your bed, making out, though we all know this is going further.

you’re currently straddling his lap as a hand rests on one of your thighs, the other on the back of your neck.

Chris: “fuck…”