Chapter 10
Hate Me Now, Love Me LaterChapter 10
SeulGi doesn’t get it. No, she really doesn’t.
The image she saw right before the Bae’s car started moving keeps on replaying on her mind over and over again, with or without her intention to do so.
It was just a simple, normal image.
Irene.
With a guy.
Simple.
Normal.
Typical.
SeulGi’s eyebrows meet at once from the frustration she’s feeling. She’s not sure anymore if it is from the picture on her mind or from her unwillingness to think about it but keeps on doing so.
She tries so bad to avert her attention to the Math problem she’s supposed to be finished by now.
“Leave my mind, Irene!” She tells herself.
SeulGi can’t help but let her wandering mind continue to wander and imagine things.
What are they doing now? Are they eating? Is Irene laughing? Is he making her laugh?
Or maybe he’s feeding her the way Irene asks SeulGi to? The way SeulGi used to?
Or worse, are they holding hands? Are they hugging? Are they that close?!
Doesn’t Irene have assignments to do that SeulGi now willingly wants to help with? Doesn’t she have orders for SeulGi to follow?
Anything that requires Irene to just stay at their freaking house?!
SeulGi goes beyond the extreme when her thoughts start to be too exaggerated.
Are they holding hands?! Is Irene clinging to him? Is he putting his hand around her shoulder? Around her waist?
And the worst thought that SeulGi’s poor mind comes out with?
“Are they kissing?!” SeulGi suddenly blurts out loudly to herself.
And just when did SeulGi start to care where Irene goes or who she’s with? Or what Irene does to them or with them and vice versa?
Was she jealous?
SeulGi wishes hard that she’s not.
That she never will.
“Goddamn it, Irene.” SeulGi sighs in defeat.
She’s not solving this Math problem anytime soon,
So is her problem about what she’s feeling.
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SeulGi wakes up from the hard nudges at her arm and shoulders.
“Ouch, that hurts.” She lazily says, sleep still on her eyes.
When the nudging didn’t stop and just got stronger did SeulGi only fully wakes up thinking to punch whoever it is doing that.
Though before she could even form her hand into a fist does she realize who it was who disturbed her slumber,
The source of her insanity,
“Irene.”
“Is your skin really that thick?” Irene crosses her arms, “Seriously, I’m starting to think
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