Two Can Play That Game - Chapter 1
I slouched down in my seat, rolling my eyes as a girl whispered something in between rough kisses. She was with, but of course, the one and only playboy, Jackson. I wanted to yell at them to get a room, but then Jackson might send his fierce army of fangirls after me. I rolled my eyes once more, as I really didn't have time for his stupid "charm." My eyes lit up as I saw my best friend, Lisa, walk into the room. I was ecstatic, and we started jumping around the classroom while hugging each other like first graders. The first day of senior year was off to a great start!
"Lisa!"
"Y/N!"
The last time we saw each other was seventh grade, just before Lisa's mother got a job in Europe, and they moved. It was only yesterday that she texted me saying that an extension of the company opened up in Seoul! As we squealed, I suddenly noticed Lisa held still, as if in disbelief. I followed her intense gaze over my shoulder.
"Y/N, who is . . . that?" she said, pointing at Jackson, who was kissing a completely different girl now.
"Oh no, Lisa . . . don't fall for him. He's just a playboy and a complete idiot."
"Okay, okay! I just wanted to know why he's . . . you know . . ." she giggled, glancing at the couple.
I smiled. I was relieved, knowing Lisa is safe from that monster. After all, she is way above his league. I was so happy to have her here, with me. Just then, the teacher entered the room. I smirked, waiting for Jackson to get caught by him. I turned around but grumbled. Sure enough, he was at his desk with a notebook open, scribbling notes written on the board. His most recent victim seemed to be paralyzed, blushing furiously while still standing in the corner.
"Good morning, class!" the teacher, Mr. Kim, began. "Please stand up and wait in the back of the room to be assigned to your seat."
He started reading out names, and I was getting nervous. The seniors from last year told us that your roommate for the graduation trip was the person who sat next to you in homeroom. I just hoped it was only a rumor.
"Y/N . . . Y/N?"
I snapped back into reality as I realized the teacher had called my name. My cheeks turned red, and I walked to my desk and took a seat as I could hear snickers echoing from around the room. I pleaded in my head as he was about to read the name of the person who would sit next to me for the year.
"Please let it be Lisa. Please let it be Lisa," I thought.
"Jackson!" he called.
I froze at that moment.
"W- What?" I stammered.
All of a sudden, a grinning Jackson plopped his books down on the desk next to mine, bringing me back to reality. I turned around to find Lisa giving me a longing look, which I returned as well.
"We're going to have a lot of fun this year," a voice smirked, undoubtedly Jackson.
"You wish," I thought, visibly rolling my eyes . . . again.
He brushed his hand through my hair without warning. As I recovered from the shock, I realized he was pulling me closer to his face. My fighter instincts kicked in as I swung myself around the bar in between our seats and kneed him in between the legs. This time, I was the one who smirked as he groaned in pain, glaring at me. I sighed. This was going to be a long year.
