5

I sat in the nurse's office with an ice pack pressed to my face. That tile floor really knocked me up better than I could to someone else. As I sat and sulked in pain and embarrassment, the door opened, as the girl with all my attention stuck her head in. She smiled softly at me, as I could see the worry in her eyes, as she fully stepped into the room.

"How ya feelin'?" She asked me in a hushed tone, as I scoffed at her question and looked out the window.

"Humiliated and in a lot of pain." I responded, as she giggled a bit, and sat down in the chair beside me. She rested a hand on my shoulder, as I looked over at her with a pout.

"Nah, everyone is talking about what you did to that guy earlier, not about body slamming the floor." Dasom joked, as I laughed a bit, but quickly winced in pain. She bit her lip and mumbled a 'sorry', as she gently pulled the ice pack from my face. She looked at the bruise that started to form and gently brushed her fingers against it.

"It's not that bad. It honestly could've been worse if you didn't ice it." She said softly, as a large sigh left my lips. I covered the spot again and looked down at my feet in annoyance.

"I'm such a jackass sometimes that I wonder how I haven't ended up in the hospital so many times." I mumbled, as Dasom laughed and shrugged her shoulders. She gently took my free hand into both of her's and squeezed them gently.

"Not sure, but if you weren't a jackass sometimes, then you wouldn't be as funny as you are." She smiled as I looked at her and narrowed my eyes.

"You sound like Jiro right now. Do you know how may times a day that dickhead calls me that?" I joked, as Dasom started to laugh again. I couldn't help but join into her laughter, as we settled down a few minutes later. We sat in a comfortable silence, but my mind quickly remembered that she was holding my hand. I looked down at our joined hands, as I couldn't help but intertwine my fingers with her's. I noticed her movement from the corner of my eye as she looked down at our hands, but also gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I feel like I've known you forever...As if we've always been this close for years and not just two days." Dasom softly expressed to me, as I looked over at her, and gave her a gentle smile.

"Well, then it looks like we're not letting go of each other for a long time." I joked, as she chuckled and looked up at me.

"I guess not," she replied as we stared at each other. I finally began to notice us drifting closer to one another, as Dasom's lips were only a few inches from my own. Our lips then began to gently brush against the other's-

"Hey dickhead! How's ya face?" And Amoy had to just go and ruin my moment! I watched as Dasom quickly pulled her face away and hid it behind her hair, as I could see how bright red her face was. I sighed and looked over at Amoy in annoyance.

"It was fine until you came in. Now it won't stop throbbing." I grumbled, as Jiro strutted in, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

"Well, maybe if you weren't such a jackass-"

"See Dasom! This is like the 10th time today he's probably said that about me!" I whined, as Dasom began to laugh loudly, her previously bright cheeks a more soft pink now.

"He really does say that a lot." She chuckled, as Jiro raised a brow.

"I do not." He countered, as Amoy shook her head and looked at him.

"You say it to the two of us all day." She retorted, as he scoffed and shook his head.

"You two are just over-dramatic. I do not." He argued, as Amoy began to argue back with him about how he does. Dasom and I just watched in amusement, as we shook our heads. I stood up after a minute and put the ice pack back, as the nurse walked in and stopped in her tracks when seeing all four of us in here.

"What are y'all doin' in here?! You're supposed to be in class!" She reprimanded us. I just snickered and stuck my tongue out.

"Yeah-"

"Ms. Abbas you can also head back to class now, since it seems like you're doin' just fine." Nurse Jefferson told me, as I groaned and clutched my cheek.

"But it still hurts!" I whined to try and keep me out of class longer.

"Well you shouldn't have leaned back in your seat. Now, all of y'all out of my office before I call Mr. Groth down to deal with this." She then crossed her arms across her chest, as we all quickly grabbed our bags and rushed out of the nurse's office.

"Man, Ms. Jefferson can be so mean sometimes." Amoy grumbled, as I hummed in agreement. After a few minutes of walking down the hall, Amoy and Jiro separates from the group to head to their classroom, as I walked Dasom to her own. Once we got to the doors, she quickly turned to me with a red face.

"C-can we just forget about what almost happened back there?" She asked nervously, as I shrugged my shoulders and looked at her.

"I don't even know what you're talking about." I joked, meaning that I had already promised to forget about the situation in the nurse's office, before Jiro and Amoy interrupted. Dasom smiled at me and nodded, as we said our goodbyes, as I watched her disappear into her next class.

I began to walk down the hall again, alone this time, deciding to skip my ceramics class and sit by the staircase to think for a bit. Once I found one of the hidden staircases not many people go down, my mind wandered back to the brief moment our lips touched.

I didn't really want to remember it. I didn't want to admit I already had a crush on the new student to our senior class, but I just couldn't get her out of my head. Her laughs, smiles, the way she jokes with me so carelessly; this girl was my doom. And if Jiro and Amoy knew how I was feeling already, they'd be up my ass with making jokes and teasing me about it non-stop.

God, I gotta get back into the shop to get my mind off this girl before she really drives me mad.