Chapter Three
I Never Regret Loving You
Dara's POV
"My hair gets all frizzy in this car, Bom unnie. Every time I put the top down, my hair looks like I've walked through a tornado, " I say to my best friend as I drive on Vine Street toward Daeyeon High in my new silver convertible.
"Outward appearances mean everything. " I irritatingly said.
My parents taught me the motto that rules my life. It's the sole reason I didn't comment about the BMW when my dad gave me the extravagant birthday present two weeks ago.
"We live a half hour from this windy city, " Bom says, holding her hand in the wind as we drive.
My gaze wanders to the heart-shaped picture of me and Donghae taped to my dashboard.
*sigh*
"A summer apart changes people. "
"Distance makes the heart grow fonder Dara, " Bommie throws back. "You're the captain of the chearleading squad and he's the captain of the varsity football team. You two have to date or the earth will go armageddon or something. "
Donghae called a few times during the summer from his family's cabin, where he was hanging out with his buddies, but I don't know where our relationship stands now. He just got back last night.
"I love those jeans Dara ~ahh, " Bom says, eyeing my faded Brazilian pants. "I'll be borrowing them before you know it. "
"My mom hates them though, " I tell her, smoothing my hair at a stoplight, trying to tame my blond frizzies. "She even says it looks like I got them at a used clothing store. "
"Did you tell her vintage is in?"
"Yeah unnie, like she'd even listen. She was hardly paying attention when I asked her about the new caretaker. "
No one understands what it's like at my house. Luckily, I have Bommie. She might not understand, but she knows enough to listen and keep my home life confidential. Besides Donghae, Bom is the only one who's met my sister.
Bom flips open my CD case. "What happened to the last caretaker?"
"Minzy pulled a chunk of her hair out. "
"Ouch. "
I drive into the high school parking lot with my mind more on my sister than on the road. My wheels screech to a stop when I almost hit a guy and girl on a motorcycle. I thought it was an empty parking space.
"Watch it, , " Kiko, the girl on the back of the motorcycle, says as she flips me a finger.
She obviously missed the Road Rage lecture in Driver's Ed.
"Mianhe, " I say loudly so I can be heard over the roar of the motorcycle. "It didn't look like anyone was in this spot. "
Then I realize whose motorcycle I almost hit. The driver turns around. Angry dark eyes. The guy is wearing a black leather jacket. I sink down into the driver's seat as far as I can.
"Oh, . It's Kwon Jiyong, " I say, wincing.
"Jesus, Dara, " Bom says, her voice low. "I'd like to live to see graduation. Get outta here before he decides to kill us both. "
Jiyong is staring at me with his devil eyes while putting the kickstand down on his motorcycle. Is he going to confront me?
AAAh!! Please don't kill me.
I search for reverse, frantically moving the stick back andforth. Of course it's no surprise my dad bought me a car with a stick shift without taking the time to teach me how to master driving the thing.
Jiyong takes a step toward my car. My instincts tell me to abandon the car and flee, as if I was stuck on railroad tracks with a train heading straight for me. I glance at Bommie, who's desperately searching through her purse for something. Is she kidding me?
"I can't get this damn car in reverse. I need help. What are you looking for unnie ?" I nervously ask.
"Like . . . Nothing. I'm trying not to make eye contact with those gangsters. Get a move on, will ya?" Bom responds through gritted teeth. "Besides, I only know how to drive an automatic. "
Finally grinding into reverse, my wheels screech loud and hard as I maneuver backward and search for another parking spot.
After parking in the west lot, far from a certain gang member with a reputation that could scare off even the toughest Daeyeon football players, Bom and I walk up the front steps of Daeyeon High.
Unfortunately, Kwon Jiyong and the rest of his gang friends are hanging by the front doors.
"Walk right past them, Dara , " Bom mutters. "Whatever you do, don't look in their eyes. They won't mind if you dont. "
It's pretty hard not to when Kwon Jiyong steps right in front of me and blocks my path.
What's that prayer you're supposed to say right before you know you're going to die?
"You're a lousy driver, " Jiyong says with his full-blown I-AM-THE-MAN stance. I'm still not looking at him.
The guy might look like an model with his slim body and flawless face, but his picture is more likely to be taken for a mug shot.
The kids from the north side don't really mix with kids from the south side. It's not that we think we're better than them, we're just different. We've grown up in the same town, but on totally opposite sides. We live in big houses next to a lake and they live next to the train tracks.
We look, talk, act, and dress different. I'm not saying it's good or bad; it's just the way it is in Daeyeon. And, to be honest, most of the south side girls treat me like Kiko does . . . They hate me because of who I am.
Or, rather, who they think I am.
Jiyong's gaze slowly moves down my body, traveling the length of me before moving back up. It's not the first time a guy has checked me out, it's just that I never had a guy like Jiyong do it so blatantly . . . And so up-close. I can feel a shiver ran through my back and my face getting hot.
"Next time, watch where you're goin', " he says, his voice cool and controlled.
He's trying to bully me. He's a pro at this. I won't let him get to me and win his little game of intimidation, even if my stomach feels like I'm doing one hundred cartwheels in a row. I square my shoulders and sneer at him, the same sneer I use to push people away.
"Thanks for the tip. " Take that!!
"If you ever need a real man to teach you how to drive, I can give you lessons. "
Catcalls and whistles from his buddies set my blood boiling.
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"If you were a real man, you'd open the door for me instead of blocking my way, " I say, admiring my own comeback even as my knees threaten to buckle.
Jiyong steps back, pulls the door open, and bows like he's my butler. He's totally mocking me, he knows it and I know it. Everyone knows it. I catch a glimpse of Bommie, still desperately searching for nothing in her purse. She's clueless.
"Get a life, " I tell him.
"Like yours? Let me tell you somethin', " Jiyong says harshly. "Your life isn't reality, it's fake. Just like you. " Oh no he didnt!!
"It's better than living my life as a loser, " I lash out, hoping my words sting as much as his words did. "Just like you. " Ooh what now?
Grabbing Bommie's arm, I pull her toward the open door. Comments follow us as we walk into the school.
I finally let out the breath I must have been holding, then turn to Bommie.
My best friend is staring at me, all bug-eyed. "Holy , Dara! You got a death wish or something?"
"What gives the oh-so-famous kwon jiyong the right to bully everyone in his path anyway ?"
"Uh, maybe the gun he has hidden in his pants or the gang colors he wears, " Bom says, sarcasm dripping from every word.
"He's not stupid enough to carry a gun to school, " I reason.
"And I refuse to be bullied, by him or anyone else. "
At school, at least. School is the one place I can keep up my "perfect" facade; everyone at school buys it. Suddenly pumped about starting my last year at Daeyeon, I shake Bom's shoulders.
"We're seniors now Bommie, " I say with the same enthusiasm I use for pom-pom routines during football games.
"So?"
"So, starting right now everything is going to be p-e-r-f-e-c-t. "
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The bell rings.
" Goodmorning beautiful" a person behind me huskily said
I turn around. It's Donghae, chocolate brown hair bleached from the summer sun and a grin so large it takes up almost his whole face. I wish I had a mirror to see if my makeup is smudged. But surely Donghae will date me even if it is, won't he? I run up and gave him the biggest hug.
He holds me tight, kisses me lightly on the lips, and pulls back. "How's my favorite girl?"
"I'm doing great actually, " I answered even though its not. Forget about 'him' sandara.
" Just don't look at anybody else. Just me okay? "
" Arasso. It's just easy when you look so damn hot. " Donghae kisses me again. "Sorry I haven't called. It's been so crazy unpacking and everything. "
I smile up at him, glad our summer apart hasn't changed our relationship. The solar system is safe, at least for now.
Donghae drapes his arm around my shoulders as the front doors to the school open. Jiyong and his friends burst through as if they're here to hijack the school.
"Why do they even come to school?" Donghae mutters low so only I can hear. "Half of them'll probably drop out before the year is over, anyway. "
My gaze briefly meets Jiyong's and a shiver runs down my spine.
"I almost hit Kwon Jiyong's motorcycle this morning, " I told Donghae once Jiyong is out of earshot.
"You should have. "
"Donghae, " I chided.
"At least it would have been an exciting first day. This school is boring as . "
Boring? I almost got in a car accident, was flipped off by a girl from the south side, and was harassed by a dangerous gang member outside the school's front doors. If that was any indication of the rest of senior year, this school will be anything but boring.
Third chapter done guys...so the format of this story is like dara's point of view and jiyong's alternating every chapter.
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