rating: G

genre: fluff

word count: approx. 875+

Kai watched Krystal with raised eyebrows as she—ferociously—stuffed all of her belongings into her backpack, her thin pink lips set in a frown that gave him the impression she'd seen something she wish she hadn't. It didn't occur to him that maybe he was the thing she wished she hadn't seen because he didn't believe he had done anything to offend her. Admittedly, he might have made one too many jokes about how uptight she was, or how she had looks that could kill dead historical figures—but you couldn't exactly punish someone for being a tactless idiot.

Krystal, however, had zero-tolerance for idiocy. Especially with exams quickly approaching. The only reason she had for standing Kai's antics was the fact that they were assigned as chemistry lab partners. And while Krystal would simply love to exchange him for someone less—well, him—she couldn't bring herself to because, to his credit, Kai was smart. Maybe even smarter than she was—not that she was quick to admit it. It was only a maybe.

“So, partner. When's the next study date?” Kai asked, clicking his tongue in a way that annoyed Krystal to a notable degree.

“Next study session is this Thursday, same time, same place. And this wasn't a date,” she corrected him. She pushed herself out of her chair and pulled one strap of her backpack over her shoulder, giving her lab partner a not-so-funny look.

Tapping his fingers on the table, Kai watched her intently. “Session can be another word for date.”

Krystal scoffed. “In what universe? You know what, never mind. Just make sure you're here—and bring your chem notes with you.”

“What if I don't bring my chem notes?”

“Then don't bother coming at all. I'm not sharing my notes with you. I need them.”

“Wouldn't that go against the rules of our lab-partnership?” Kai mused. “What's yours is mine—”

“And what's mine is mine,” Krystal finished. “This lab-partnership is strictly professional. I don't want us to be owing each other favors and losing track of them in midway of the school year.”

“Can I say something?”

“As long as it isn't ridiculous.”

“I'm going to say it anyway.” Kai waved a dismissive hand in the air. “I don't think you're being very professional by letting your incurable pride affect the chemistry we have together,” he stated.

“It isn't like that at all.” Krystal glared at him. “You and I—we have no chemistry.”

“Our school timetables beg to differ.” He smiled unashamedly. Each bitter remark she threw at him Kai read as something of the opposite. He believed that secretly, Krystal really did appreciate him. She was just too proud to admit it. Most popular kids had that kind of tendency, Kai thinks. The boy didn't know exactly why he was so enamored with her. It could be because she was one of the most popular girls in the school—and certainly the single most beautiful rose out of the entire socialite bush—but he'd like to think his affections were much deeper than that. Behind the expensive clothing and shallow front, Kai believed there was a whole lot more to Krystal than she was letting on to other people. There has to be, because after all, there was a whole lot more to himself than he was leading other people to believe.

Krystal stared at him for a while. She was, indisputably, stumped. How do you rationalize the irrational? Krystal figured you either can't, or you can't. No matter how many times she's tried understanding the irritating mystery that is Kai, she couldn't come up with anything reasonable because he was the exact opposite. He was random. Senseless. Persistent on stating untrue things as facts, one of which was the “undeniable attraction” the two of them shared. Whether he was being cocky or delusional, Krystal wasn't sure, but she was positive that he was being stupid—incredibly so, at that.

She scowled at him. “You are so infuriating.”

He only lifted his shoulders, unfazed by her apparent displeasure. “There's a very thin line drawn between love and hate.”

“A line which I am nowhere near crossing,” Krystal said coolly. “I'll see you in class.”

And with that, she turned her back to him and walked away, her hair waving behind her like a black silk banner.

Still sitting in his chair, Kai chuckled to himself. At least she has accepted the fact that they would be seeing each other again—and again, and again, and again, until the school year ended. By that time, Kai hopes to have gotten under her skin enough that she wouldn't want him to leave. He has no concrete plan as to how he'll accomplish it; but he figured that once they've spent enough time with each other, he'll make such a deep impression that Krystal will have a hard time forgetting him, as much as she might want to.

A playful grin on his face, amusement sparkling in his eyes, Kai drew out his most recent text log with Krystal and tapped out a message. It was short, but he has no doubt that it would be just as memorable.

It's a date (; 

author's note: I suppose this goes into the made-out-of-general-spontaniety pile especially with that absurd winky face what on earth was I thinking. No joke, I've been writing several different pieces this past week during my free time, but in the end, I've conluded that I hate every. single. one of them. Like I felt as if every page, every paragraph, every word, was just a bunch of word vomit thrown together in a poorly thought out attempt to write something decent. And much like vomit, it stinked. I'm keeping the drafts for when this funk goes away later.

Anyways. I hope you guys enjoyed this drabble! However senseless it was xD I was sorta inspired by the movie Keith - which, by the way, is one of the BEST movies I have ever seen in a long time because it was just so moving and I couldn't stop crying when it ended ;A; Only in my drabble, I made the situation less angsty and more fluffy. I'm starting to believe that a major percentage of my body is made of fluff. It's the only thing I'm capable of writing really well. See you guys at the next update! - Ella