Taeyeon's POV

"Do you wanna play a game?" he asked me.

"You're such a freak..." I said. "What game?"

"You tell me."

"I know! Let's see who can eat the most cakes in a minute!" I exclaimed.

"No way." said Kris. "You would obviously win that, since you're such a fatty."

"Fine! Then you give an idea!"

"Umm...let's talk to the people who walk by us, and see who can get the most dates."

"What?? No! You would obviously win that since you're so h-"

I quickly stopped myself. Was I just about to call him....hot?? I mean...he does looke...good in a suit..but WHAT AM I THINKING.

A smirk appeared on his face as he raised his eyebrows. "What were you gonna say?"

"Nothing." I muttered as I looked away.

"Mmhmm." he said, sounding unconvinced.

When I looked back, he still had the same annoying smile plastered on his face. "OKAY WHAT DO YOU WANT TO PLAY." I bursted.

"Calm down child." he said. "Let's just...insult people who walk by."

"Sounds good." I agreed. "You start."

"He's fat."

"She has cankles."

"She looks like she's drunk."

"She looks like a toothpick."

"She is way too good for him."

"He is way too good for her!"

"He looks like his hair is fried."

"Look who's talking." I snickered.

He glared at me. It felt like he was burning into my soul.

"Okay okay.." I said. "Let's do something else."

"Let's try to make each other laugh." he suggested.

"That would be so easy for you! I'm such a happy person...and you're so.............not."

"Okay fine. I'm out of ideas. Go get me food, slave."

"No." I said, with a smile on my face.

"What...?"

"I said.......NO."

"Oh we'll see about that." he whipped out his cell phone. "Do you want me to call your parents?"

"Go ahead, your excellency."

He looked at me weirdly. But he dialed the number anyways.

"Hi Mr. Lee...Did you know that your daughter got a detention?...You did?...Uh-huh...Uh-huh....Uh-huh....................oh. Bye now."

He hung up and looked at me in shock. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"

I smiled. "Because it's funny to see you getting embarassed."

"WHY YOU LITTLE." he glared at me. "Well now I'm upset. I wanted you to be my slave forever and e-"

"Hey." I interrupted. "Where did Luhan go?"

He shrugged. "I dunno."

"I see.." I said as I narrowed my eyes at him.

I turned my head to look at everyone dancing again. Sigh. Everyone's having fun. Except me.

When I turned back to Kris he had his iPhone held up to my face. It flashed in my eyes.

"HEY!" I shouted. "What are you doing??"

"What does it look like I'm doing, I'm taking a picture of you."

"Well don't! I look stupid!"

"You look beautiful!"

"YEAH WELL YOU-wait....what?"

He didn't say anything. He just smiled at me. My face flushed red and I looked down.

"So." he said. "Are you having fun with me right now?"

"...yes." I mumbled.

"See! I told you!" he grinned a cheeky smile at me. "I'm so awesome. I bring the party with me wherever I go."

I crossed my arms. "Don't flatter yourself too much."

He laughed. "But I deserve too! I'm just so mindblowingly awesome!"

Before I knew it, 4 hours had passed. 4......FUN.....hours sitting at a table with Kris. I can't believe he sat with me there the whole time.

Maybe he's not as bad as I thought he was...