"Jonghyun, I'm so sorry!," I said. 

He took a deep breath controlling his anger.

"I didn't mean to, please don't add me to your hit list!"

Our parents ran up to us.

"What have you done, Jessica!," my Mom exclaimed.

"I didn't mean to! I tripped and pushed him into the pool!"

"Are you alright, son?," Jonghyun's dad asked him.

"Yeah," he responded back.

He gave me a death glare. Oh god. I'm going to die.

 

 

Jonghyun's POV:

 

She looked like she was about to cry. This chick. 

"Calm down, Jessica," I said to her.

I got out of the pool.

"I'm so sorry, Jonghyun," she whispered.

"It's fine." I looked at our parents. "I'm good."

"Jess help Jonghyun get cleaned up now," her mom demanded.

"Yes, of course," Jessica said back.

They walked away.

"Jonghyun again, I'm so sorry-"

I pushed her into the pool and walked away.

"You too, Jessica!," her dad shouted.

I chuckled.

"Sorry dad, I slipped," she replied.

"Again," I added.

She glared at me. We went inside.

 

Jessica's POV:

 

I was freezing. This jerk! I threw him one of my dad's clean shirts and basketball shorts. He started to take off his shirt. I covered my eyes and ran into the wall. 

"Uh, no what are you doing?!," I said.

"Changing!," he growled.

"Go in the bathroom or something. Oh my god!"

"So annoying," he whispered to himself.

I didn't know he had a six pack. I went inside my room and changed into my sweats. The doorbell rang again.

"Jonghyun, go get it!," I yelled.

I went downstairs after getting dressed. Kris stood at the door.

"Wait what are you doing here?," Kris asked Jonghyun confused.

"I live here," Jonghyun replied.

Jonghyun! I ran downstairs full speed and knocked over a priceless vase. Kris looked furious.

"Your boyfriend is at the door," Jonghyun said to me.

"Who said you can answer it?!," I growled at him.

He walked away.

"Kris."

"The new kid, huh?"

"There's nothing going on with me and him, he's here for my parents."

 

Jonghyun's POV:

 

They were arguing. She slammed the door.

"You okay?," I asked her.

"Eavesdrop much?" 

"Yeah."

"Just go home, Jonghyun," she said to me.

Man, she had an ugly crying face.

"You know I would if I had a car with me."

She stood then stomped upstairs. Okay. I was feeling a little sorry for her.

"Jessica," I called.

"What?!," she shouted.

"He's not worth it," I didn't look at her. "Even if you are a self absorbed brat, you probably don't deserve whatever it is he fought you about," I walked away.

"Hey wait!"

"What," I groaned.

"You actually show emotion?," she smiled softly.

"If you tell anyone I'll say that you wear clothes bigger than the entire football team," I said.

Her smile disappeared. I smirked.

"You going to the San Francisco trip?," she asked me.

"Oh, god no."

She followed me outside.

"Jonghyun you should totally go. The tuition already pays for it," she continued.

"What a waste-"

"Of course Jonghyun is going on the trip," my Mom said.

"Or else," my Dad added.

"How long are you going to hold the car 'deal' on me?"

"For as long as you live with us."