A/N: Finally! A Jaejoong POV!

THOUGHTS ARE IN ITALICS!

Jaejoong POV

I had the shock of my life looking at her peep into my class. was slightly ajar and her eyes roamed around. It seemed she was looking for someone but never did I expect her to be studying under me. I was planning on getting her out of my house. Now, I prefer her living at my home. I couldn’t help but glance at that boy check her out when she first entered my class. Once L Joe sets his eyes on a girl, he will stop at nothing until he wins her heart. Once successful, he loses his interest on the girl. I myself have tried to advise him to stop being playful with girls but he says that the girls want him to be a playboy. Well, there is a limit to which us teachers can advise a student. He always surprises me since he studies hard, always in the top 5 in class, but he plays with girls too. I didn’t want Jennifer to fall into the list of girls who have fallen for him.

She isn’t like the other girls I have interacted with. Her presence itself drives me overly conscious of myself. I don’t understand what she does to me. But I feel something happen deep within me whenever she walks past me. She strangely looks familiar but I am sure that I have never met any girl named Jennifer.

Oh! She is one beautiful girl!

I swear I can stare at her the whole day.

Oh god! I’m becoming a creep!

I need to stay away from her!

How could stay away I when I saw her struggle being held by that boy? If it were in the university I would have personally dragged him to the disciplinary council.

I stared at her side profile, her puffed cheeks, her fair fingers gripped the seatbelt like her life depended on it. She’ll look lovelier if she lets her hair loose, showing off her blonde highlights.

Kim Jaejoong….. What is happening to you?

“You know you could have dropped me at the bus stand?”

“And let him ask you out again?” I faced the road.

“I can handle him”

“Oh yeah, you were doing an excellent job of handling him there”

“Sarcastic poker face” She mumbled.

I stepped on the breaks and faced her.

“What did you say right now?”

“Considering you stepping on the breaks in the middle on the road, I’m pretty sure you heard me loud and clear”

I couldn’t help but scoff in shock.

Why did I help her out again?

Unfortunately, I happen to have a conscience.

Since the vehicles here horning, I stepped on the accelerator. We jerked forward and backwards. She gasped but I didn’t bother.

Minutes later, she broke the silence.

“I’m sorry”

“Apology not accepted”

“Sorry prof”

“Apology not accepted”

We welcomed silent again as I drove to the neighborhood.

“Chocolate?”

“Apology not accepted”

"It's my favorite"

"I don't care"

She hurt me. I never expected her to call me that. Yes, my father scolds me for my sarcastic attitude but I can’t help it. I was born this way.

Calling me poker face was just too much.

I’m no poker face!

I stopped at the gate. She got out to open the gates. As I drove inside, I saw her shut them through the mirror.

As I walked to the doorstep, I couldn’t help but frown not sensing her beside me. As I turned around, I saw her walk by the garden to the back of my house.

“Y-y-yy” I tried to call her but I couldn’t. My voice seemed to have magically lost by itself.

Sighing, I stepped in.

“Aren’t you supposed to be w