When he thought that being seen naked was the most humiliating event that he'll be inside Bullworth, he surely hadn't thought that this would happen to him.
He's sitting, more like already crouching, on a small chair with his knees already up to his chest. There was a small table in front of him with three seats around it, excluding his of course.
On the seats, there was a teddy bear, a stuffed dinosaur and an eerie looking goldilocks doll and with each stuffed toy, there was a corresponding plate, cup and utensils each. "What the fuck am i doing here again?" He muttered before hearing the door opened with a bang.
He shot his gaze to it and saw a female standing awkwardly on the doorway. He panicked and stood abruptly making the table flip and the said toys land face first on the floor.
Send me “spin the bottle!” and my character will react to their turn landing on your character.
It was odd, why was she playing this game again? Her eyes landed on the bottle and then back at the people around her, oh. That was why. But as the Sprite bottle spun, it stopped at her. Surprised, her eyes looked towards the girl with the beautiful long hair, how her eyes were smiling and how there was no care in the world. Her fingers caressed her cheeks, how her eyes blankly stared at hers. Was this what reckless girls like Sojin did? It was no matter, she pulled her closer, lips touching and while others would gasp and smile at such oddities, Minhee believed that these kisses were nothing more than a communication means, intimacy weren’t shown in lips, but in the heart strings that people pulled out.
And Sojin’s lips were of those of mango and star fruits, tropical and unenamored, was that a word? She clung onto her, her fingers withering away from her face to her back, what words would be pretty to whisper into her ears, how many bones had she broken in the past? Did she like the way the vines wrapped around her legs and how they grew upon the roots and turned her into a flower that was something not familiar to Minhee’s lips or how she reminded her of birds in the skies that flew to their own patterns, sovereign and itinerant. Oh how she giggled and how her lips tasted wonderful. Pulling away, Minhee smiled and went back to sitting next to a stranger, her eyes darting towards Miss Mischief when she wasn’t looking.
