Cat, Camera, and Coffee

     What the hell is he doing here?

        I asked myself. How come he found my secret happy place here in my most favorite park in Montreal? Even my friends don’t know this place. He walks towards me and I ignore him in every way I can. But his stares are making me uncomfortable. 

       He’s staring at me like I’m a specimen under scrutiny. His almond eyes boring through mine like his reading me.

“Staring is a bad habit mister.” I put my book down and took another bite of my cinnamon roll still ignoring his presence.

“So you’re a high school student…” his voice in an i-know-this-thing-so-I am-right-tone.

He looked at me like he was talking to a preschooler.

         I'm not a high school student anymore. 

     It really when your summer class requires you to wear a white polo shirt  where the school's emblem is shining proudly at your chest. I recently graduated from high school. I am an incoming college freshman this coming semester.  

“I'm an upcoming freshman mister.” I said lamely

“That's why you have the guts to get drunk?”

         Random scenes in Sunny’s club flashes in my mind. I’m turning red with embarrassment as I remember him carrying me like a 9 year old.

“I'll turn 18 this month you fool. I'm already an adult.”

“Even if you’re making a lot of trouble to other people?”

Silence

“You enjoy being wasted huh?   17and very daring.” He added

I run out of word and my face fuming red.. I want to bury myself six feet underground. I want to throw up the cinnamon roll I ate.

“Whatever.” I pouted

“What are you doing here? Messing around my peace?” I asked him. this time I was looking at him but never making an eye contact.

“I’m not here to bother you, I’m after my camera.” He grinned.

 Camera? Oh yes... I remember...his fancy looking camera… ultra chic fancy looking camera…

CRAP. 

 Oh my god, oh my god, ohmigod. I am starting to sweat. Omo I think he’ll kill me.

I looked at him with terrified eyes and he looked back at me sensing there's something wrong about my expression.

"I have your camera. Haha" I laughed nervously. 

*silence*

"It’s broken." I finally said.

Jaejoong's face turned blank.  Expressionless.

"But it’s not my fault, well...it is my fault but technically its not." then i begin telling him what happened.

I told him that it’s not entirely my fault that his camera fell from the table. It's Bunik's fault.

Chacha is the cute snobby, mean sly eyed persian cat of Jessica.

She's the ultimate meanie in our apartment. She loves bullying me. Okay I know she's just a cat but wait ‘til you see my shredded H&M top and my cute beanie baby.

I don't know if its a feline nature to destroy things but I can't do a thing because Bunik is a human trapped in a cat's body. That’s my conclusion.

I carefully placed Jaejoong's camera in the table because I know with an expensive looking camera like this he'll be back in no time but right after I placed the poor camera on the table. I heard something crashed. and in my horror.

Chacha.camera.floor.broken.

end of the story.

"I'm sorry. I'll pay you." 

"Its okay, you don't need to pay."

"I insist. I should pay for the damages." and i don't want to have any debt from you. I said to myself. "Besides... I will do anything just to pay that camera." I added

"Anything?" 

"Y-yes...anything." 

A smile creased on his face. I felt that I said something wrong...very wrong because he looked like his scheming something crazy and erted. 

"The SLR and the lenses are worth two thousand bucks."

What the heck... two thousand bucks? That DSLR is worth that much?! he must be joking. I took my phone and searched for a black DSLR like his.

*searching...*

*searching...*

BINGO.

I'm doomed.

It really is two thousand in’ dollars...but I'm broke. I kinda splurged all my allowance in a new ps3 game and I can't get my savings off from the bank because my mom is monitoring it.

"You said you're gonna pay." 

"Y-yes... but honestly I don't have any money...so maybe I'll pay you next month?" i said assuringly. yes.. I'll pay him even if I have to live eating cup noodles and canned goods for a week. No more trips to my favorite cafe, No more movies. 

I, Im-Yoona will live in frugality.

"I'll be going back to Korea next week. I don't doubt you but you said you didn't want to have a debt to me." he flashed a grinned. an evil grin.

before I answer back.  It started to rain.

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