Gorgeous Geek Chapter 5: The Beauty and the Geek

Chapter 5: The Beauty and the Geek

The Populars should be around here somewhere, said Eunice, wandering around the mall a few hours after school. Right after school, Eunice heard from Tiffany that Jordan had to run ten laps around the football field because he did not listen to Coach Marshall. Because of this, all of Jordan's fans had been angrily stalking Coach Marshall. It was a sight Eunice did not want to miss. However, because of all the yearbook work piled up on her, she had to work hard. Still, this did not mean she could not cause some drama of her own to spice things up around here and show off to Tiffany and Jennifer later. Eunice honey, said a White girl with kind blue eyes, blonde hair, and a happy-golucky smile. Sorry to keep you waiting girl. It's like five and heavy traffic you know? It's Victoria Hopkins! gasped Eunice, hopping up and down while shaking Victoria's hand. You actually came! Wow! In front of Eunice was indeed Victoria Hopkins of the Populars. She was a pretty and tall blonde girl with a charming demeanor. She had straight blonde hair and sparkling greyblue eyes. She was well-known for being in charge of Leadership as well as Jordan's on and off girlfriend. Although a lot of people called her stuck-up for her beauty, Eunice found the girl pretty friendly for being a member of the Populars. If it isn't Eunice Hong, said a second girl behind Victoria with wavy, brown hair. Like how long has it been? Since June or July? Oh my god! You've grown darling. I've only grown an inch, Frida, said Eunice, checking her height with her hand. This second girl of the Populars was none other than Frida Fernandez or the Latino of the group. Unlike Victoria however, Frida had a more serious demeanor to her. Though she was undoubtedly beautiful, she paled in comparison to Victoria when it came to facial features. However, her curves made up for that. As the longest member of Mock Trial, Frida had been famous for having style and the chest to back it up. What's up girl? asked a third girl next to Frida with long, soft black hair and dark skin. So, yeah, I heard you called us and like what do you need because we're kind of busy you know? It's a school night, I know, said Eunice apologetically, a bit scared of the third girl. I'm sorry Monika, but it's worth it! For the last member of the Populars, Monika Sampson was the tallest of the bunch. She had an elegant, mature face. Unlike the other two, she was humorless most of the time. While Victoria had the pretty face and Frida had the chest, Monika had the long legs and the behind. It was no wonder she was the Captain of the Cheerleaders. Though, none of them pale in the chest department, more so in front of the flat-chested Eunice. Monika, you're like upsetting Eunice, said Victoria, shaking her head at the African American girl. Let's hear her out yes? Now, what do you want to show us Eunie? Follow me, said Eunice happily, twirling her short hair around her finger while she went to the nearest Abercrombie and Fitch store. As a fellow member of the student population and a fan of the Populars, I thought it was my duty to lead you to your leader. Oh, Jordan, that baby, said Frida, chucking in amusement. So yeah, where is that sucker at because you know we haven't talked to him much in like three days? Is that right girls? Or has it been two days? Oh my fucking God. I'm like not thinking straight. Two days, said Monika in correction. He has been avoiding us after all.

He must be like so angry with me, said Victoria, frustrated. We shouldn't have fought over how he loves his fucking surfboard more than me again. That's fine, said Eunice, blinking and pointing at the entrance to Abercrombie and Fitch. Because he's in there with another girl. Maybe that's why he's been avoiding you guys for two days? Fucking Jordan, said Monika, clasping her long fingers into a firm fist. I'll break his freaking neck for fucking cheating on you Vic. He's not cheating on me, said Victoria sadly, playing with her blonde hair with a frown. We like... broke up? Again? asked Friday in disbelief. This is like the fifteenth time! Actually, twenty-sixth, said Eunice, a bit afraid to interrupt at first. Now, the three girls bunched up at the front entrance along with Eunice right behind them. Eunice did not have to peer inside to know that Jordan was in there with Wendy. He was helping her pick new clothes to wear since everyone knew Jordan had an eye for style and trends. Wendy was also the queen at this but she liked a boy's opinion, especially that of her boyfriend. At last, the three girls spotted him because a wave of 'Oh my God' and 'Like what the hell' came all at once. She's like not even that pretty, said Frida, criticizing Wendy already. What is fucking wrong with Jordan? asked Monika in a fierce demand. She is nothing compared to our Vic. As long as my baby is happy, said Victoria in a tired voice, turning her back on the store. I'll like leave them alone now... Oh hell no! said Monika, placing her finely manicured fingernails around Victoria's arm. You have to walk in there and show who's boss around here! You kind of have authority over him, you get what I'm saying? Like this is totally unfair to you, Vic, said Frida, pulling her hair out of frustration. I mean, sure, if she were like some hot model from Gossip Girl or something, then we'll like leave them in peace but I mean it's only Wendy Wilshire, you know? Oh my God. She's not even worth Jordan's type. She's like totally unknown in the first place. Frida and Monika, thank you like all so much for the support but, said Victoria, shrugging innocently. It's like not worth a cat fight over. Like you said, Frida, it's like Wendy, the girl who can't even make up her mind who her real friends are. That's why it's easy competition, girl, said Monika with a twisted smile. I'll drag fucking Jordan out and beat the snot out of him in front of you, yeah Vic? But that'll like cause a commotion, said Victoria, shaking her head and waving her hand off at such a suggestion. I love my baby and if that's what my baby wants, that's what my baby gets. Vic, are you like retarded? asked Frida, grabbing a hold of Victoria's other arm with Monika. You do know that Jordan is like fucking her to like get to you right? You know he doesn't like any other girl but you, Vic. Are you going to let her step all over you like some door mat? You ain't no doormat, girl, said Monika in reminder. Fine, said Victoria at last, regretting her decision already. But no fight girls. We'll like talk it over with that Wendy girl. We can do this like nice girls you know. If you want that, hot stuff, said Monika, pumped up for a fight already. But the minute she goes out of hand, I'll claw her eyes and pull her hair until she cries out 'Monika Sampson' in pain. You may do whatever you like after we talk, Monika, said Victoria in agreement. But leave the shit talking to Frida and the situation to me, you hear? I dig you, said Monika, calming down now.

You can like count on me, Vic, said Frida with a playful wink. I can talk shit until she do a 360 in her decision like oh my God. It's 180, said Eunice in correction, but the three pretty girls ignored her. When Eunice tried to follow the three girls inside Abercrombie and Fitch, Monika blocked her way and told her it was none of her business what was going to happen between the Populars and Wendy. Eunice stubbornly stood outside until she heard a bit of screaming and crying. A minute later, Wendy left by herself with eyes full of tears. A few minutes later, the four members of the Populars came out with satisfied expressions. What happen? asked Eunice, excited. Duh, said Frida, indicating at Jordan attached to Victoria's arm. Someone got back together with someone else again in like five minutes? Wow, said Eunice with wide eyes. But Wendy- Pitiful girl, said Monika with a smirk. She ain't stand a chance against the Populars. We are kind of united by our motto. Everything must be- Marvelous, said the four in unison. In other words, said Victoria with a bright smile on her face. My baby Jordan dumped that Wendy whore for me. I can't believe she was using you like that, baby. Yeah, said Jordan, a bit pale. Eunice frowned at him since she was there to witness how he asked Wendy out. Promise me you'll leave her alone, okay baby? All right, baby, said Victoria, placing her head on top of Jordan's shoulder. I'll like never bother her again if you wish for it so, Jordan my love. Yo Jordan, said Monika, pushing Victoria aside and pulling him up slightly by the collar. You ain't apologizing to Vic. Let's hear that heartfelt apology with a witness of the Asian Gossip Girl around, you hear? Oh baby, said Jordan, flinging his arms around Victoria. You know you're my one and only, honey. I only use other girls to pass the time. You should know me well by now. It's okay, baby, said Victoria in tears. I love you too much. I love you more, said Jordan, wiping her tears. Let's not fight anymore. Because everything is marvelous? asked Victoria hopefully. Marvelous indeed, said Jordan, hugging her to him. Fuck the love crap, said Monika, impatient. Victoria and Jordan laughed in amusement at the familiarity of Monika's attitude. I want to know if like Jordan found us an Asian for the Populars yet. About that, said Jordan slowly when the girls turned their eyes on him. I asked Jin Song but he rejected me due to his friendship with Nerd and Giant. Jin's pretty, said Frida, nodding at Jordan's choice. But he's way too dorky. I know, but we can change that, said Jordan, insisting on his tennis buddy. Like no, said Monika, rolling her eyes and checking her earrings. I rather have like a babe in the group personally, you get me? Same, said Victoria, bobbing her head in agreement. We need no man but my baby! There are plenty of hot Asian chicks if I recall correctly though none are marvelous. I know one, said Jordan suddenly, remembering someone. She's new and feisty. I like, said Monika, edging closer to Jordan. Well, boss, give us the name? Her name is Jezebelle Tilly, said Jordan, thinking of Jin's girlfriend who he had met twice earlier today. She would fit in our group very well. She's tall for an Asian. She has the looks to back up our name, especially the boob size. And best of all, she doesn't mind bashing people for the fuck of it. You sound hesitant though, baby, said Victoria, noticing immediately. There's a problem though, babe, said Jordan, stretching his long arms back. She's only a sophomore so I don't know people will think of our group if she joins.

But does she look like an underclassman? asked Frida curiously. Well, no, said Jordan, blinking. She looks like a senior actually. Perfect, said Monika curtly. Ask her to join Jordan. Yeah, baby, said Victoria with a sugary sweet voice. Like ask her to join our group or something. Use your good looks and flirting skills like yeah? Be a man Jordan, said Frida, slapping Jordan on the back. You're like not afraid of a puny sophomore, are you? Like oh my God, that would be like the lamest thing ever. I know, said Jordan after the three girls edged him on. I'll ask her tomorrow. Oh baby, said Victoria, throwing her arms around Jordan's neck. I like can't wait to meet her personally and yeah! Finally, people can like stop criticizing our group for not having a single Asian. I mean what's the big deal? Frida is like not Asian enough for them? I'm Latino, Vic, said Frida with a cute pout. That's like oh my God, not Asian? Far cry from Asian indeed, said Monika, sighing at Victoria's ignorance. No matter because after like tomorrow, everything will be so marvelous again so we can be like whatever. As long as the new girls like not get on my nerves too much, we're good to go. Sometimes, said Jordan, leaning over to Eunice with a charming smile which sent her flushing red. I wonder if I'm really the leader of this group. Oh Jordan, said Eunice in a squeak. You're my leader! Thanks, Asian babe, said Jordan, ruffling her hair before the Populars left together. That Jezebelle is now wanted by the Populars? asked Eunice, jumping up and down at the news. I am so telling Jenny and Tiffy right now! While Eunice waited for Tiffany to pick up, she spotted a pair of shoes in the nearest glass window. Oh wow! Such cute shoes! It has... red ribbons too! I want anything with ribbons! Eunice sped into the store without checking the outrageous price. Meanwhile, during that time, the three members of the Killers were hanging out in the basement of Kristian's house. The three of them usually played video games together or some other game. Today, Kristian Shiratori and Gary Lawrence were playing each other at ping-pong while Cory McCarter sat in between as referee and scorekeeper. Gary Lawrence was an African American male with a permanent frown on his face and a pair of silver earrings. He was the tallest of the group but he rarely talked. As for Cory, he was the Caucasian of the group with slightly curly blonde hair. He almost always had his hands in his pockets when he walked or talked. He was usually overexcited and talkative. How was community service today? asked Cory with a playful grin. Cory, you know what people call you behind your back? asked Kristian without a hint of amusement on his face. No... said Cory, frowning and pulling his right ear out of habit. They call you my bitch, said Kristian, smacking the ball so hard that it went out of bounds. Gary did not even flinch when the hall passed by his ear. So stop acting like one. That's not very nice, said Cory, rocking back and forth in his chair. But anyways, how did community service go? It's not called fucking community service, Cory, said Kristian after Gary sighed at how little Cory cared about his reputation. Because Wilson High is no damn community. It's like a jungle or a pasture. So helping Juliet is no service. Why can't you stay with the original term instead of making your lame jokes? Someone is grouchy, said Cory in a sing-sang voice. One, I am grouchy, said Kristian, spitting at the ground. Two, it's called picking chicks up. Don't twist such a widely accepted term, Cory. You're just asking for people to beat you up. Why are you grouchy Kristian? asked Cory, using a slingshot in his hands to fire rubber bands at random places.

He doesn't listen, does he? asked Kristian to Gary, who nodded in agreement before he hit the next ball at Kristian. Kristian smacked it back masterfully. And the reason why I'm grouchy is because I have one of the most annoying cousins on the face of this planet to bother me every second of the day. But Jinx is so cute, said Cory, moving his hand out at the young girl in the corner of the room with a book on her lap. How can you call someone with that face annoying? Look into her eyes, Cory, said Kristian in a deep growl. It's like looking into the depths of hell. She's staring straight at us with the gaze of evilness I tell you. You're just paranoid, said Cory, laughing joyfully. Am I Cory? asked Kristian with a lift of his brow before Gary slammed the ball on the board so hard that it flew over Kristian's head after a bounce. Am I? I'm not sure anymore, said Cory with an upset look on his face. To think, said Kristian, talking to Gary again. I have known him since sixth grade, Gary. Five fucking years and he still doesn't listen to half the things I say correctly. And worse of all, he thinks Jinx is cute. She's been my arch nemesis since forever. How old are you Jinx? asked Cory, beaming at the girl. Eighteen, said Jinx softly. Kristian's cousin had red-brimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and a similar frown on her face to that of Gary's. She had long, black hair that covered most of her eyes. From her angle, it seemed like she was both reading the book and watching the game between Kristian and Gary. She's older than us, said Cory in a loud outburst. Who's winning? asked Kristian, ignoring Cory's cry completely. What's the score? Urm... said Cory, uncertain, staring at Gary for help. Useless bitch, said Kristian, throwing the ball at Cory's head. I'll punish you later. What's the score Gary? I'm winning, said Gary in one low murmur. Most people wouldn't understand Gary but being his friends, Cory and Kristian heard the answer loud and clear. Man, said Kristian, sighing. Just my luck. First, I didn't get Juliet's phone number. Second, I have to deal with babysitting Jinx. Third, I'm losing to Gary at my own challenge. Forth, we still haven't found ourselves a new member yet, said Cory, nodding. For once, you actually say something meaningful, said Kristian with a proud smile on his face. Cory looked like if he were a puppy, he would have wagged his tail. Cory's perfectly right. We are the Killer Four. How can we be called that with only three of us? We can be the Killer Three instead, said Cory in suggestion. You never say something smart twice, said Kristian, hitting Cory on the head with his paddle. The blonde groaned and shut up. Let's say the Human Torch or Johnny Storm finds himself a girlfriend and leaves the Fantastic Four, like our dear friend Joseph Cruz did. You can't just rename the team the Fantastic Three. It doesn't work that way, Cory. Wait a second, said Cory, standing up. Who's Invisible Woman? Me? I'm the leader and there's no way I'm marrying you, you retard, said Kristian, running over to Cory and slamming the poor boy against the wall. However, said Gary suddenly, gaining the attention from everyone in the room. Cory did bring up a point in his careless fantasizing. Which is? asked Kristian, lifting a fine brow. Cory reddened dramatically. A girl in the group to replace Joseph Crush. A girl? repeated Cory with a dropped jaw. I think he made that quite clear, Cory, said Kristian, releasing Cory and sitting back down. But that's interesting, Gary. Unlike Cory, you actually mean what you say. I believe having a girl in the Killer Four might not be a bad idea.

I don't want a girl in the group, said Cory, clearly upset at the idea. I propose we ignore the opinion of Cory until it matters, said Kristian, raising his hand. All in favor? Both Gary and Jinx raised their hands up at once. Cory slouched in his chair. Good. Now that we agreed that accepting a girl into our group is a probable idea, we should think of candidates. How about Juliet Heart? asked Cory, excited now. She's going to be your new girlfriend. It will be easy to convince her to join then, right Kristian? Wrong, Cory, said Kristian, shaking his head at his friend. Because she will be my new girlfriend, she cannot join the group. It will be too complicated. Right Gary? Gary nodded in agreement before he started hitting the ball against the wall for fun since the game had temporarily stopped. I say that we find someone who I will never date... someone who is merciless around others and is daring enough to fuck with the teachers... Suddenly, Kristian shot up to his feet and snapped his fingers. I thought of someone. Who? Who? Who? asked Cory, bouncing in his seat. Calm your ass down, Cory, said Kristian before he wrapped his arm over Cory's shoulder and held his hand out. Imagine this. Miss Jezebelle Tilly... a Killer. You mean that new girl who everyone is talking about? asked Cory in awe. She's really hot, but shouldn't she join the JinRinBo trio since she's dating Jin and all? Cory, do you not listen at all? asked Kristian, exasperated. If Juliet can't join us, then surely Tilly can't join Jin's group. It makes things too complicated. You know one of the unwritten rules of the school- don't date people from your group. But Jordan and Victoria- And how many times have they broken up? asked Kristian, interrupting Cory's obvious attempt to argue. Cory thought about it and decided to give up on his stance. Every time they broke up, their group are in pieces until they get back together. It makes things too unstable. I don't like that one bit. It'll be hard to convince that sophomore to join though, said Cory with a frown. That's true, agreed Kristian for once. Cory was delighted at the positive response. But we're not the Killer Four for nothing. We may have lost a valuable member in Joseph but at least, the Populars lost a valuable member in Bailey in that war. We will convince Tilly to join us before the Populars. Why would the Populars want her? asked Cory, clueless. Why do I even bother? asked Kristian out loud in a groan. Gary went over to his leader and patted him on the back. Cory, you said yourself she's hot. And why is she hot? Oh! said Cory, understanding now. Because of her hotness, she belongs in the Populars! We won't let that happen, right Kristian? Right Cory, said Kristian in satisfaction, placing an arm over both Gary and Cory's shoulders. We'll win this battle against the Populars... for Joseph. For Joseph! ************************************************** Darling! It was almost seven in the evening when Jezebelle decided that she must take a hot bath before dinner. This also meant that Jin had time to himself to play the latest Dynasty Warrior game after he arranged a hot bath for her. However, this also meant that his mother had left the house and he was completely alone with his new, bossy girlfriend for a second night in the row. Worse, there were no Bo and Rin this time. They seemed to have forgotten him, most likely due to the cancellation and Joyce involvement. He did not put it past them to meet in the middle of the night nevertheless. After hesitating for a second, Jin paused his game and forced his way to the downstairs bathroom. The upstairs bathroom had a lock now but Jezebelle preferred this

one to take her hot bath in. The reason? Something along the line of taking her first bath in this one so she must stick to the same bathroom. Women were odd, Jin decided. Since she called out for him, he did not stop to ponder on if he should knock or not and simply walked in. Jezebelle stuck her wet head out from the sides of the curtains. What's up Fi? asked Jin with a gentle smile. Honey bear, said Jezebelle in a sugary cute voice. Can you get me a towel? The towel's right there, said Jin firmly, indicating at the white towel hanging next to her. Can't you get it yourself? I already used that one yesterday, said Jezebelle with an innocent pout, in which Jin did not buy at all. Can't you get me a new one, coconut milk? My family doesn't have an endless supply of towels, Fi, said Jin, opening the cabinet to pull out a bright yellow one. There's nothing wrong with using a towel twice. That's unacceptable, said Jezebelle in a quick gasp. It's like telling me to wear a shirt two days in a row! And what's wrong with that? asked Jin in disbelief, holding out to her the same towel. Sometimes, I even wear a shirt four days in a row! That's nasty, berry juice, said Jezebelle, shaking her head frantically before she snatched the towel and turned off the water. That's not right! From this point forward, I am not allowing you to wear a shirt two days in a row! You better not do that with your boxers and underwear, cream puffs! Actually- Forget it, said Jezebelle quickly, interrupting Jin completely. I don't want to hear your answer, sweetheart. I don't think I can bare it before dinner. Who does the laundry in this house anyway? The housekeeper? We don't have a housekeeper, said Jin wearily. I am the laundry person. Oh man, said Jezebelle with wide eyes. She had retreated behind the curtains. You'll have a lot of work ahead of you then. I can tell, said Jin, sitting on the toilet seat now. I'll probably have to do the laundry three times a week at this rate, thanks to you Fi. You're welcome, raspberry pie, said Jezebelle in a sing-sang voice. It's nice to be appreciated by your manservant. Manservant? asked Jin in repetition. I'm not your manservant. Right, said Jezebelle, sticking her head out again. You're my man... slave. That's worse! Panda bear, said Jezebelle, pointing at her new change of clothes that were folded neatly and placed on top of the sink. Can you get my clothes for me? You didn't say please, said Jin with a fine lift of his brow. Such a disobedient slave, said Jezebelle coldly, pulling a leg out from behind the curtain. Fine then, lollipop, since I'm dry now, I'll get them myself. But you're naked! So? So... said Jin, dropping his head and holding up her piles of clothes up to her. Here are your clothes, Master. Good boy, said Jezebelle cheerfully, accepting her clothes and disappearing behind the curtain again. You know, mango candy, you can leave if you want. What are you waiting for anyways? For you to tell me to leave, said Jin in a voice barely above a whisper. That's so cute, babe, said Jezebelle, leaving the bathtub with her clothes on. Today, she was wearing a frilly pink shirt and white mini-shorts. She had the yellow towel wrapped around her shoulders with her shiny brown hair on top. If you want to stay here

all day, I won't bother you, banana peel. After Jezebelle left and closed the door behind her, Jin realized that she really did leave him here by himself after she was done using him. Growling slightly, Jin shot to his feet and left the restroom, only to find him face to face with Jezebelle. It was indeed faceto-face because she was on her tiptoes to reach his height. Darling, shouldn't you turn off the lights before you leave the restroom? asked Jezebelle curiously, playing with his hair. You're the last one to leave right? Tsk tsk. Shouldn't you blow dry your hair? asked Jin, touching her wet hair now. No, honey, I don't blow, said Jezebelle with a smirk. I only receive. And no, I don't dry my hair because it's damaging. You should stop as well. Is that so, said Jin in awe. Jin went back in and turned off the lights. Then, you'll just leave it to dry on its own? Thank you Captain Obvious, said Jezebelle, slamming her hip to his side before climbing up the stairs. I'll be putting on my make-up in the upstairs bathroom! Wait Fi, said Jin from the bottom of the stairs. Let's not do that. Good heavens, why not? Well, er, said Jin, struggling to find the right words. No one's home but you and I. You don't need to impress anybody. Besides, I like your natural beauty better. Is this your dorky way of flattering someone? asked Jezebelle, a bit teasing. She listened to him though and returned to the bottom of the stairs. But you know. I have no natural beauty. It's all artificial. All fake. What do you mean? asked Jin, puzzled. I got my nose done, said Jezebelle, tapping the bridge of her nose. Looks real huh? I got breast implants and got my cheeks fixed too. Jezebelle pushed her chest up. Thanks to plastic surgery, I lost a lot of fat too. I can't tell at all, said Jin, scratching his head now. You actually believed that? asked Jezebelle, bursting out in laughter. Now, Jin stared at her blankly. Pumpkin, you are so gullible. You actually thought I would take the easy way out to make myself look beautiful? Yes, actually, said Jin, only to receive a smack to the head. I am a traditional babe in a sense, said Jezebelle, amused. I might not like to do a lot of work but when it comes to things that satisfy me, I work hard for it. Like tennis, said Jin with a nod. Yes, that took a lot of practice, said Jezebelle, agreeing with her boyfriend for once. It's hard to find an easy way out to become an excellent tennis player. It's the same with appearances unless you want to pay a shit load of money for plastic surgery. Ah, makes sense, said Jin, following Jezebelle up the stairs to her room. Throwing herself on her bed, Jezebelle hugged the giant teddy bear to her before she snuck a look at Jin from over the teddy bear's shoulder. Jezebelle released her squeeze on the teddy bear and tapped the spot next to her with her free hand. Catching on, Jin went over and sat next to her. To stay beautiful, it's easy, said Jezebelle in a more serious tone. She removed the yellow towel around her neck. First of all, skincare products. They are a lifesaver. Most girls don't use them consistently enough to keep the skin in top shape. Even if I wear makeup all the time, since I know how to take care of my skin, it doesn't get damaged. Your skin is nice, said Jin, staring at her light skin. You want to feel it, olive oil? asked Jezebelle, leaning her head closer to Jin. I'll feel awkward, said Jin honestly. It's not awkward at all, said Jezebelle, grabbing Jin's right hand and holding it against her cheek. Like you said, there's only the two of us right now. How does it feel?

Er, soft? answered Jin, uncertain. I wonder what your answer if, said Jezebelle, directing Jin's hand downwards. However, before her plan worked, Jin retreated his hand and bolted up. Much to Jezebelle's confusion and disappointment, Jin left her room without another word. Hugging her teddy bear once more before she left, Jezebelle raced after Jin into the kitchen where he checked on dinner. Staring into the pot, Jezebelle gasped at the sight of white bubbles. What the fuck are you making? asked Jezebelle, hiding behind Jin at the sight. I'm making homemade macaroni and cheese, said Jin, satisfied as he checked the second boiling pot. Perfect. I came out just in time. Sitting on the stool behind Jin, Jezebelle watched as he pour the smaller pot with the white bubbles into the larger pot. Now, she could see that the first pot contained the cheese and the second pot contained the farfalle. He allowed that to heat up for a few minutes before he poured the combined macaroni and cheese into a catering dish. He sprinkled it with bread crumbs and cheese before he secured it into the oven with a timer. I hope you're not allergic to cheese, said Jin with a playful smile on his lips. Or lactose intolerance. What if I were? asked Jezebelle with a daring elevation of her brow. I would have to move on to Plan B, said Jin, picking up the pots and washing them in the sink quickly. I hate to ask what Plan B is, said Jezebelle, eying Jin wearily. How fattening. Do you usually eat macaroni and cheese? Actually, said Jin, thinking. I eat mostly microwave food and instant Korean noodles. I didn't think you'll like that so I made real food instead. And what can you make? asked Jezebelle with a regretful hint in her tone. I can make anything as long as I have pasta, said Jin with a proud smile. We have quite a variety of shapes for pasta. Today, I decided with the bow tie pasta. But other times, Jin opened a side drawer to reveal bags of pasta. I like to use the spaghetti and lasagna pasta. Other than those three, we have about twenty other shapes for me to choose from. I'm pretty handy when it comes to dumping a bag of pasta into a pot. I can't decide if I should be impressed, scared, or appalled. What's wrong with macaroni and cheese? asked Jin with a frown. Like I said, it's fattening, said Jezebelle strictly. The second rule to taking care of your beauty is to watch your calories and follow the food chart to a healthy lifestyle. You mean that triangle thing? asked Jin, thinking back to health class. That triangle chart, said Jezebelle angrily. Is the basis for my eating habits. I don't like that chart, said Jin with a frown. It says I can only eat meat monthly. Men and meat, said Jezebelle with a roll of her eyes. The chart is very precise. Wheat products, fruits, nuts, beans, vegetables, and cheese should be eaten daily. Fish, poultry, eggs, and sweets weekly. And the hardcore meat like beef and pork are monthly. I would die, said Jin, groaning. If I can only eat real meat once a month. I don't really care if you don't want to follow the chart that will save you from all the cancer and disease of the world, said Jezebelle cruelly, flinging her hair back and lifting her chin up in the air. As long as you don't eat junk food. About that... I knew it, said Jezebelle, jumping off the stool. You eat those nasty potato chips don't you? And candy too? And that god-awful crap they call cookies and cakes? Leave the Twinkies alone, said Jin under his breath. You eat Twinkies? asked Jezebelle, raising her voice dangerously high. Uh-oh, said Jin, accidentally glancing at a nearby cabinet. Jezebelle caught and went straight for the very cabinet. No! Fi! Leave the poor Twinkies alone!

Found them, said Jezebelle, emerging from inside the cabinet with a box of Twinkies. Guess what? I found your stash of junk food in here too. But I need potato chips to survive, said Jin, throwing himself at her to steal back his Twinkies. What will I eat when I play video games for hours then? Listen to yourself, watermelon, said Jezebelle, hiding the box behind her back so Jin could not reach for it. You're sitting on a couch, playing video games and eating junk food? That requires no exercise at all! How unhealthy! You'll become fat in no time! Does that mean, said Jin, stopping his pursue of the Twinkies and peering up at Jezebelle with sparkling eyes. You actually worry about me Fi? That I might get diabetes or obesity and die? No, said Jezebelle with a cruel smile. She threw the box of Twinkies out the kitchen window, much to Jin's disbelief. I just don't want you, my boyfriend, to make me look bad by becoming fat and hideous, that's all. For a second there, said Jin, dropping his head. I thought you actually cared. That's funny, said Jezebelle, laughing diabolically. You're a riot, my love! I'm going to retrieve my Twinkies, said Jin lamely when he saw Jezebelle's leg blocking his way. She purposely placed it on the counter in front of him. Fi, you shouldn't throw people's food out the window like that. One more word from you, mac and cheese, said Jezebelle, smiling deviously. And I'll dump the rest of your junk food into the trash can along with those Twinkies. You wouldn't dare, said Jin with wide eyes. I took candy from my baby cousin before, said Jezebelle with a daring glint in her eyes. Jin still had a disbelieving expression on. Let's see. Once, I took Boyfriend Number Two's Playboy magazine and allowed the shredder to take care of it. He never read any of those sick magazines in front of me again. Well? I'll be quiet, said Jin, smiling weakly at Jezebelle. You're undisciplined like a loose hooker, said Jezebelle, dropping her leg and opening the refrigerator. Jin opened his mouth to retort but decided against it. You should take better care of your body. It's yours right? If you treat your body well, it will be kind to you and help you too. I mean, look at me, Jezebelle spread her arms out at her flawless body figure. This is the result of eating healthy food instead of tasty food for the past five years or so. It works wonder. Should I cook something else then? asked Jin cautiously. You said mac and cheese was fattening for you. It's fine, sweetheart, said Jezebelle, throwing herself on that same stool. Once she decided something was hers, Jin was never going to touch it again. Examples? His former bedroom, bathroom, and probably the downstairs bathtub. As long as you don't make the same mistake tomorrow, I'll forgive you. Jeez, thanks for your forgiveness? said Jin, shaking his head. I haven't had macaroni and cheese for a while though, said Jezebelle softly to herself, crossing her right leg over her left. How come? asked Jin curiously, checking the time. It was almost done. I don't know, said Jezebelle, thinking. I just... don't. That's a shame, said Jin quickly, turning off the oven, opening it, and taking out the container. Perfect. This is the first time I made mac and cheese so well. You're in luck today, Fi. You are in store for my best cooking in a long time. Should I say thank you for cooking? asked Jezebelle, jumping off the stool and leaning against Jin. Luckily, he just laid down the container. That'll be nice, said Jin with a pleasant smile. Bite me, sugar lumps, said Jezebelle abruptly.

Suddenly, she tiptoed and bit his ear without warning. Jin jerked back and gawked at her. By then, she had already ran over to the seat by the table and sat down on it. It was the same chair she sat in yesterday with Rin and Bo. It seemed that Jezebelle like to have ownership over certain items. Sighing, Jin proceeded in taking out the dishes, cups, and forks. He was not expecting his girlfriend to help. I guess that bite, said Jin with a soft chuckle while he poured out equal portions of macaroni and cheese onto two plates. Was her way of saying thank you? Hurry up, darling, said Jezebelle from inside the downstairs restroom now. She was washing her hands. I don't have all day you know! Yup, said Jin to himself. She is definitely not helping. ********************************************** Over at the Hamada house, Rin was busy reading her history book for AP US History when she received an e-mail. Checking her e-mail, Rin sighed at her duties as translator. Her online group wanted her to translate the newest chapter in two days. Apparently, the scanner had already did his job. The mangaka is quick, said Rin, checking over the scans carefully. Forty-three pages in three weeks? That must be hard work. Can I do that one day? While Rin read her history chapter, she found herself sketching a male character that heavily resembled Jin in her notebook nearby. Rin frowned and held the notebook up to her face. Then, she sketched a dog next to the boy and added a DS lite in his hands. Sighing, Rin relaxed back in her rolling chair and gazed upward at the ceiling. I wonder how Jin is doing, said Rin worriedly. I hope that witch is not giving him a hard time. He's too much of a nice guy to not submit to her. He's like a stupid, obedient puppy who will listen to her every command. This was when Rin sat up straight and checked her messenger. Jin was not on. Bo was not on either. Collapsing her head on top of her history book, Rin did not feel like studying for history when the idea of Jin being tortured physically and mentally by Jezebelle kept flashing in her head. Furiously, Rin picked her up and started sketching of Jezebelle sitting on top of Jin's back in a bedroom setting. This has way too many sexual connotations that Bo can use for fun, said Rin sadly. Now, she thought of her other friend who canceled their tutoring session at the last minute. I bet Bo and Joyce are making out right now. They're probably back together already. Rin dear, you are all right? asked Mrs. Hamada timidly from behind Rin's door. I'm perfectly fine Mother, answered Rin, hiding the notebook under her book. May I come in? Sure, said Rin, shutting off the monitor screen. I'm only studying. And talking to yourself, said Mrs. Hamada with a soft smile. I brought you tea. Thanks, said Rin, accepting the tray and placing it on her table. Rin's mother was scanning the room. What's wrong Mother? Are you looking for something? Where's Bo, dear? Oh, that blockhead, said Rin distastefully, shrugging. He canceled. Is he sick? asked Mrs. Hamada worriedly, sitting down on her daughter's bed. No, he's trying to get back together with his ex, said Rin in a bored tone. That's why you're so distressed, said Mrs. Hamada, frowning deeply. No, I don't care about Bo, said Rin, shaking her head quickly. I'm more worried about Jin. He has a girlfriend now and she's not really... nice. I see, said Mrs. Hamada in an understanding voice. Then why is he dating her? Because he has to, said Rin bitterly. I understand where you're coming from now, Rin, said Mrs. Hamada, petting her daughter on the head. You're worried that your friends will be too busy with their

girlfriends to notice you anymore. That's not it! I have the perfect solution, said Mrs. Hamada suddenly, clapping her hands together. Instead of studying and reading all the time, how about you get yourself a nice boyfriend? Mother! cried Rin in disbelief. I don't want a boyfriend! Why not dear? All the guys in my school are either idiots or perverted! They're not worth my time! I don't care for any of them! They can all have sex with each other for all I care! Oh my overly emotional Rin, said Mrs. Hamada, hugging Rin to her. There has to be at least one boy who isn't like that. Right? Well, there's Vance, said Rin slowly. But I don't know him that well and he seems really depressing, though I can relate to it. See? You can try to get to know him better. Mother, said Rin in a tired voice. Why do you always push me like this? I'm worried about your future Rin, said Mrs. Hamada with a sad look on her face. You might get into Harvard or Yale and become successful but that doesn't mean much if no boy looks at you right? You will never get married and bore grandchildren at this rate. I don't want to date or get married though, said Rin angrily. I don't want to just be in a relationship for the sake of not being left out. I want to be in a relationship when I find the perfect guy. I'll wait until then, even it means I'll be single all my life. Oh Rin, said her mother with a shake of her head. At least, if you feel left out, you can go shopping with me. Right? But I hate shopping, said Rin stubbornly. It's boring. You go to the mall with your friends, said Mrs. Hamada, remembering. No, just Bo, said Rin with a deep sigh. And the point of going to the mall is not to buy clothes but to look around, eat at the food court, and read at Borders or Barnes and Nobles. That's the reason why I go to the mall with Bo so often. Then, said Mrs. Hamada happily. Ask Bo for a trip to the mall this Saturday. What about my private piano lessons? asked Rin in disbelief. It's only in the morning, said Mrs. Hamada, clasping her hands together. I'll even give you money to buy a lovely dress, Rin. I don't want a dress though, said Rin, cringing at the thought of her in a dress. The only types of dress she wore were nightgowns for sleeping. Dresses are such a hassle. But Mother wants to see her daughter in a dress, said Mrs. Hamada sadly. You haven't worn a dress outside the house since elementary school. I think the petite dresses will look cute on you. It might catch the eye of a Prince Charming. Mother, you are more delusional than most teenage girls, said Rin, rolling her eyes and tapping her pencil against the desk. We don't look for Prince Charming who will sweep us off our feet and write us love letters. They don't exist nowadays Mother. Unlike the old times, boys will simply go up to a girl and say, 'Let's have sex' and that's it. They don't even need to be subtle about it. People of your generation are odd, said Mrs. Hamada, blinking. I didn't know about any of this until I was eighteen. Boys used to be so shy that they have to write letters of confession instead of confronting the girl they like face to face. I'm sorry Mother but, said Rin, petting her mother on the head in a comforting manner. Those days are long gone. Girls like Jezebelle and boys like Alejandro run the school now. Girls are not as modest as before either. They want it just as badly as the boys. It's a wild jungle out there. I'm glad Jin is not like that then, said Mrs. Hamada pleasantly. He is such a

perfect gentleman. Every time he came over, he would help me pass out chopsticks and plates before dinner and wash the dishes right after. He always says please and thank you. He has such nice table manners too. Is this your method of convincing me to date Jin? asked Rin cautiously. Is it working? asked Mrs. Hamada, smiling pleasantly at her daughter. No, Mother, said Rin with a shake of her head. You may not have this rule back in your days but we do now. You never date someone part of your group unless you want your group to split up. Is that so? asked Mrs. Hamada with wide eyes. Then Bo is out of the question too? That's really sad. Yes, I can't date Bo either, said Rin, shrugging carelessly. Not that I care. I don't want to date either of them. They're my close friends. It will ruin our friendship and leave one of us out. I would hate that so much. Teenagers are so complicated nowadays, said Mrs. Hamada, standing up and walking over to the door. Why can't you kids play nice and treat each other with respect without the curse words and the profanity and the unwritten rules? Good night dear Mother, said Rin, waving at her Mother and watching her disappear completely. Then, Rin ran over to the door and closed it. Next, she turned her monitor back on. Nope. Jin's still not on. He might be eating dinner though. Bo's not on either. I better go back to studying- Rin paused when she saw a second e-mail. It was identical to the first one. Or I can translate that new chapter first and study later. Usually, Rin would read the whole chapter over once before she started translating because she enjoyed the storyline of many of the shoujo manga she translated. Her group would only translate high school shoujo manga without any smut or ecchi in it. It was better that way in Rin's opinion. If only my high school were like a shoujo manga, said Rin dreamily, finishing the last page within ten minutes. There would be incredibly handsome males who might be jerks on the outside but with a heart of gold on the inside... Suddenly, Rin thought of three dominating males- Jordan, Kristian, and Alejandro. Jordan was the most handsome male in school as well as the leader of the Populars with luscious blonde hair and a gleaming smile. Kristian was pretty good-looking since the Asian Gossip Girls rated him an eight and he was the leader of the Killer Four with short, flowing black hair and a playful smirk. Then, there was Alejandro Medina, the semi long-haired Hispanic hunk who was also the Captain of the Football team. He towered everyone on the football team and was a total bastard about it too. Also, he was not the leader of one group. He was the King of the Wilson High. He was real trouble compared to the other two. None of those guys have a heart of gold underneath those exteriors, said Rin at last. Especially not Alejandro. Jin is probably the closest to a bishonen in my mangas, which is sad because I have known him too long to think of him like that... Pulling her hair, Rin went back to translating the manga scans. Really though. I should stop thinking of our school in terms of a manga since innocent girls who can steal Jin's heart away don't exist. Oh wait. They do exist but Kristian always gets to them first. Hitting her head against the book again, Rin groaned. I hate my school! Glancing at her cell phone, a thought crossed Rin's mind. Maybe she should call Jin or Bo? Then again, Jin probably had his hands full with Jezebelle and Bo with Joyce. Yes, her mother was right. She was totally left out of everything. It was then when she noticed that someone messaged her online. It was Vance. At least, someone needed her. *************************************** This is the second time in a row this has happened to me, said Jezebelle under her breathe when she placed the fork down on her empty plate.

What happened? asked Jin, concerned. To eat at home at a table with someone else, said Jezebelle, leaning back on her chair and staring mesmerized at the window behind Jin's head. How did you eat before? asked Jin, still eating his macaroni and cheese. Father is always busy at work, said Jezebelle honestly, remembering. The housekeeper and I would always go out to eat at various restaurants. That's nice, said Jin, gasping. I want to eat at a restaurant! Every day? asked Jezebelle, shocked. Well, no, said Jin lamely, rethinking his answer. It will take away too much video game and anime time so... I didn't dislike it, said Jezebelle quickly, refusing to hear Jin talk about video games and anime again. It was my way of life. I was used to it in no time. But this brings me the shivers. I don't know what this feeling is. It must be love and family warmth, said Jin with a playful grin, finishing up his dish of macaroni and cheese. Stop being cheesy... pun intended, said Jezebelle, sighing and checking the split ends of her hair. It's not that though. It's definitely a negative feeling. I am feeling really uneasy eating at a table with you like this. It's change, said Jin at last, standing up with his empty plate. You don't like the change from your usual. Instead of eating at a restaurant with your housekeeper, you are eating at home with your boyfriend. Extremely nave boyfriend, said Jezebelle in correction. Jin shrugged it off and placed the dish in the sink before he searched around for a new bottle of dishwasher soap. It might be change. That's probably it. It is, said Jin in a firm, positive voice. I noticed that you don't like anything different from your usual. You like to leave your shoes by the closet even if the rest of us place them inside the closet. You like to take a bath in the downstairs bathroom instead of the upstairs one because you're already used to that one from your first night here. That chair you're sitting on- it's the same chair from yesterday. You don't like change. You're supposed to be some dumb boy I picked up as my boyfriend, said Jezebelle with a teasing smile. And yet, you noticed all this in two days. I'm impressed. Are you being sincere? asked Jin carefully, squirting a new bottle of soap. I am, cucumber melon, said Jezebelle, weighing her elbow on the table now with her head. You're absolutely right. I don't like it when things don't go my way. I don't like it when I have to change for no reason. This is why I'm uncomfortable eating with you today. You'll get used to it, said Jin brightly. After a week or so, you'll adapt to this new style of having dinner with your new family. That's what I don't like, said Jezebelle, sighing. After a year or two, I might get too used to this new family attachment to return to my old lifestyle with my Father and housekeeper. I might even miss this shitty place. I know you might not like this place or the food I cooked, said Jin, turning on the leaky faucet and starting on the dishes. But I wouldn't change this for anything. However, if I am forced to adapt, I will. You should too. When you return to your father, you can take what you learn here and talk to him about it. He might come home earlier to eat dinner with you if you ask him to. He's your father after all. What a simple solution, said Jezebelle after a quick, defeated chuckle. That's so like you to say that, my bamboo stick, but life's not that easy and my family's nothing like yours so it's complicated for me. But if you try a little, anything is possible. Talking to you is pointless, said Jezebelle decisively, standing up abruptly.

America's Next Top Model is on so I'll be making use of your TV. You can at least admit that you like our family dinner, said Jin with a cute pout. Or compliment my macaroni and cheese. Fine then, Mr. Low Self Esteem, said Jezebelle, throwing a look over her shoulder Jin. Your mac and cheese was... Jin beamed, waiting for her positive feedback. Disgusting and fattening as hell. I didn't like the taste at all. It was extremely bland. You should work on your cooking skills instead of your gaming skills. But- Jezebelle twisted her lips up into an amused smile at the sight of Jin dropping his head. I didn't throw up. At least, I finished the whole plate. No leftover or anything. I don't feel a stomachache coming either so I guess I don't have to kill you. Jin waited until Jezebelle left the kitchen for a few minutes before he punched the air in celebration. Hearing the television, Jin washed the dishes with a happy tune. This was enough for him. It was like a compliment- Jezebelle style. It must be hard for her to be nice, said Jin under his breath, laughing softly at the memory of her biting his ear. She always have to criticize or say mean things before she can be semi-nice about it, but that's her way of expressing her gratitude. It's cute. Yellow bear, said Jezebelle in an adorable, girly voice, running into the kitchen and latching herself onto his arm. Help me change the channel? You have like ten different remotes! I don't know what to do! And when she needs you, said Jin, sighing deeply and turning off the faucet. She acts cute and calls you something bear. Fi, can't you make yourself easier to understand? But if understanding me is that easy, said Jezebelle, tapping a finger against her cheek. Then, nothing will be fun anymore. Who said this was a fun game? You're right, bread crust, said Jezebelle, smirking now and directing him toward the living room. If this were a game, you would have won ages ago. When Jezebelle said this, Jin stopped in his tracks. Jezebelle ignored him and sat down on the black couch in the living room. Her words seemed to wake Jin up from his long slumber. If this were a game, he would be trying a lot harder. He would try to win. He would be serious over every little thing. Suddenly, Jin thought of something and sat down next to Jezebelle and picked up a shiny white remote. What channel? asked Jin, relaxing in his seat. I don't know your cable company, said Jezebelle angrily. Be useful and find out which channel America's Next Top Model is on! Don't rush me, said Jin, checking the guide now. You like to watch TV, Fi? Why wouldn't I? asked Jezebelle, removing her hair from her shoulders. I'm no computer nerd like you. TV all the way baby. What do you like to watch? asked Jin, keeping his eyes on the moving guide. Basketball and football games, said Jezebelle immediately with glowing eyes. Jin was surprised at her reaction. Basketball season is not back yet but football season will be sweet this year. I can't wait for the Super Bowl this year! So, you're one of those people who celebrate big time during Super Bowl Sunday? Fuck yes, said Jezebelle, satisfied. Who doesn't watch the game that day? Er- Never mind, said Jezebelle, pushing Jin the other way with her hip. Mr. Geek shouldn't have a say when it comes to football or anything besides video games. What else do you watch? asked Jin quickly, changing subjects. I watch reality shows mostly, said Jezebelle, shrugging. TV dramas are stupid and predictable. I can tell who gets together with who from like episode one. Why reality shows?

Obviously, said Jezebelle, rolling her eyes. At last, Jin found the channel and changed it for her. I like to see real life people suffer on nationwide television. Hello? Why do I have this feeling that if I were to fall down a flight of steps- Already, without finishing his thought, Jezebelle started laughing loudly and cruelly at the image of Jin falling down a flight of steps. Jin sighed and muttered something along the lines of 'I knew it' until Jezebelle calmed down and watched the television in silence. He had a hard time keeping his eyes on the show so he retreated when Jezebelle wasn't paying attention into the haven of his room where his video games were. Right when Jin finished his chapter of Dynasty Warriors and started the next one, he felt two hands covering his eyes without warning. Screaming out of fit about the next chapter starting any minute, Jin struggled against Jezebelle for a few minutes before he was released from the imprisonment of her hands only to find his character standing in the middle of a hundred enemy soldiers. I'm Zhao Yun, said Jin dramatically, holding his hands tight around the controller. I'm a pretty boy so I can't die because of you measly minions. Watch me slash you all. Pretty people die young, said Jezebelle, stealing a spot next to Jin's side. I'm trying to play here, Fi, said Jin with a frown. I need to get in character first before I can play really well. You're such a geek, honey, said Jezebelle with a frown. Play with Fi instead. What about America's Next Top Model? It's over already, said Jezebelle in a sad tone. You've been playing for an hour already, koala bear. It is, said Jin in shock when he glanced at the clock. Time does fly when you play video games after all. Since I saved already, I can stop playing now I guess. Besides, I need to introduce Fi to my family. Your family? asked Jezebelle skeptically. I sense geek vibes already. Meet Sparky, said Jin, holding up his black DS lite happily. He's my favorite. Oh no... Then, there's Peppy, said Jin, replacing his DS lite with his PSP. He's pretty coollooking and very handsome. I like to watch videos on him sometimes. I'm out of here, said Jezebelle, standing up. I'll leave you to your dork world. Come now, Fi, said Jin, grabbing her arm and dragging her over to the larger game systems. Jin pointed at his Xbox 360. This is the only girl in the group. I name her Xena and she's quite a nice girl if you treat her right. Jin pulled an unwilling Jezebelle to his Nintendo Wii. This boy is quite unique because I had to put him on hold with money and wait for a long time before he was born. His name is Richie. Your names are interesting, said Jezebelle, refraining herself from sounding evil. And this is the most expensive son since I had to work for over a year to buy him, said Jin proudly, throwing his arm dramatically out to introduce his Playstation 3. He is pretty chubby but he has such beautiful graphics. I haven't named him yet so... Shit, said Jezebelle, backing away from Jin. I'll kill you! From now on, his name is Filly, said Jin, petting the Playstation 3 like a pet. You like it Fi? It's like a combination of your pet name and your last name! I'm going to throw up, said Jezebelle, staggering against the nearest wall. And believe me, it's not from all that cheese that's going straight to my thighs either. Have fun Fi, said Jin, waving after her. Instead of returning to his video game, Jin went straight to Jezebelle's room to wait for her. He noticed the teddy bear and tried hugging it. From first appearance, it seemed to be made out of hard material, but the minute he touched it, it was soft like cotton candy. He chose the wrong time to touch her precious stuffed animal because Jezebelle walked in

and stole her teddy bear from him immediately. No touchy, said Jezebelle with an angry scowl. It's only a teddy bear, said Jin, holding his hands up defensively. My teddy bear, said Jezebelle, hugging the teddy bear possessively. If you touch it, you'll put your geek germs all over it, mint leaf. Point taken, said Jin awkwardly. Care to introduce me to your family member? It has a name, asserted Jezebelle quickly, placing the bear down on the bed. Her name is Jezebelle Jr. Nice to meet you Fi Jr, said Jin, shaking the bear's arm. You are so pathetic, said Jezebelle, shaking her head at him and freeing his hand from Jezebelle Jr. And stop touching her this instant! You have any other family members? asked Jin with a carefree smile. My pet turtle and snake at home, said Jezebelle, thinking. They are Jezebelle the Third and Jezebelle the Fourth respectively. I can see who's the most important person in your life. Shut up, whip cream, said Jezebelle, sitting on her bed and hugging the teddy bear once more. At least, my names are better than yours. Yours are random. Mines actually have meaning to them. Yes, very meaningful, said Jin sarcastically. Speaking of which, did you like the moon cakes I left on your desk? What moon cakes? Where are they? asked Jin, searching her desk now. I put it here! I swear! What are you talking about? asked Jezebelle, blinking innocently. I don't see anything there except for a key. Are you okay, my sparrow? What the heck? asked Jin in a loud groan. He collapsed into the chair in front of his desk. While you were sleeping earlier, I left it right here with the key. Where did it go? Did Mom take care of it first? What is going on here? So there's no moon cake for Jezebelle? asked Jezebelle, feigning sadness. Don't worry, Fi, said Jin, running over and patting her hand quickly. I'll buy you a new box tomorrow for sure. I swear I will. What? Jin stopped his dramatic rants at the sight of Jezebelle laughing to herself. She was laughing so hard that she had to wrap her arms around her body to contain her giggles. Moving past him, she crouched on the ground and reached for something under the bed. Then, she revealed a red box and held it up to Jin. You tricked me? asked Jin in dismay. Jezebelle could not stop giggling so she nodded happily instead. Fi, you're so evil! I thought you were serious! Why would you do something like that? That's not right. It's because, said Jezebelle, gasping through mouthful of giggles. You haven't been dramatic for a while so I wanted to see that drama queen side of yours. You did this for your own pleasure? Like reality TV, tomato sauce. First, I'm your slave, said Jin, opening the box to check its content. All four moon cakes were there. Now, I'm your clown too? And cook, added Jezebelle in satisfaction. Are you complimenting me or insulting me? asked Jin suspiciously. Pick whichever one you like, said Jezebelle, smirking. Because the difference is not much when it comes to me. I'm like a double-edged sword. I noticed, said Jin, closing the box now and returning it to her. Congratulations for making the tennis team. You bought me this because I made the team? asked Jezebelle, surprised.

Touched? asked Jin hopefully. No, said Jezebelle with a deep frown. A real boyfriend would have taken me out on a date with a real dinner and a real present. Really? asked Jin, surprised. I didn't know that. You don't know much, fresh lettuce, said Jezebelle, giving Jin a pitiful look. If you make Singles One, said Jin happily, throwing himself on her bed. I'll take you out to dinner for sure Fi! I'll also buy you a present! You're my girlfriend after all! And if that's what boyfriends do, I'll follow the rules. This isn't a game, said Jezebelle in disbelief. And it's not 'if'. It's 'when'. I know, said Jin quickly, keeping his eyes on the box. But if you don't want the moon cakes then- I want them! said Jezebelle, wrapping her arms around the box protectively. You can't take it back! It's a rule between a boy and a girl in a relationship! Once you give away something, you can't ask for it back! That's not allowed, apple sauce! Even if the girl doesn't like it? asked Jin, confused. I like it, said Jezebelle, flushing red. I never said otherwise. Then, why do you sound so disappointed? asked Jin sadly. Am I not making you happy enough Fi? Should I try harder? Yes, said Jezebelle, playing along with Jin. She had no such thought before but now she had this brilliant idea and leaned toward him with a sinister smile. You're not good enough for me, baked potato. You need to try much harder. You need to buy me a house at least. That'll make me happy. A house is out of my budget, said Jin, upset now. But I can build you one in my Sims game. I found a cheat that allow me to have infinite money so I can build you the biggest house with the best furniture possible. Jezebelle gawked at Jin. Is that your form of a pick-up line? Oh my goodness... I'm not trying to pick anyone up, said Jin at a loss for words. I'm only presenting to you the possibilities or in this case, the limitations to what I can do. I hate to ask this but, said Jezebelle, moving her face even closer to Jin's. Is that your odd, dorky way of expressing your feelings for me? You shouldn't be talking, said Jin with a frown. You're weirder than me when it comes to feelings. Jezebelle inched her face closer to Jin's. Then, what will you do if I- What are you two doing? Falling backwards, Jin reverted his eyes at the door where Tiffany was standing with a bag full of lemons as well as his box of Twinkies. Jezebelle's eyes widened dramatically at the sight of Tiffany standing at the doorway. Jin was speechless. Jezebelle was also speechless. For the record, Tiffany was speechless as well. Hey Tiffany, said Jin, acting completely normal and at ease. Did your mother ask you to bring the lemons over? Y-Yeah, said Tiffany, regaining her voice somewhat. Why is it this pathetic girl from school has the key to your house and your girlfriend doesn't? demanded Jezebelle, grabbing Jin by the collar with indignation in her eyes. Because our families totally trust one another? asked Jin weakly. That means you don't trust me! No one said that Fi... Where is my house key then? asked Jezebelle, slamming Jin against the mattress. Stop that, said Tiffany, dashing over to Jin and releasing him from Jezebelle's merciless hands. Jin did nothing wrong. Leave him alone, bitch. You're saying it like it's a bad thing, said Jezebelle incredulously. She tugged Jin

back to her. He's mine so I can do whatever I want to him so mind your own business. It's one thing to have a key to the house. It's a whole different story to simply walk in my room without knocking on the door. For your information, said Tiffany with a quivering eye. This happens to be Jin's room and I can enter it whenever I want. You cheater! cried Jezebelle, hitting Jin's head against the dresser now. Enough, said Jin, throwing Jezebelle's arm off him. Both Jezebelle and Tiffany gaped at his sudden aggressiveness. Let's act like civilized people. No accusations! Jin pointed at Jezebelle. No defending me from Fi! Jin pointed at Tiffany. Now, let's sit down in the kitchen and talk this out. Scared at Jin's sudden change of attitude, the two silent girls left the room together and headed for the kitchen ahead of Jin. At last, the three of them sat at the kitchen table with the bag of lemons and the box of Twinkies in between them. Of course, Jezebelle took ownership of her chair with Jin next to her and Tiffany across from her. Jin took one deep breath before he turned to Jezebelle with a fierce look on his face. I am not cheating on you, said Jin in a deadly calm voice. Then, why does she have the key to your house and permission to walk in your room anytime she wants? There's a logical explanation, said Jin slowly. Like I said, our families trust each other with our house keys in case of an emergency. In the past, I usually borrow a lot of things from Tiffany's family so whenever they need it back, she can just walk back in my room and leave with it. And the rest of your items, added Jezebelle with a snarl. Someone has trust issues, said Tiffany in a snide remark. No, she has issues with possessing things and people, said Jin carelessly. Do not! You wouldn't even let me touch Jezebelle Jr! Jezebelle Jr... said Tiffany softly, gazing straight at Jezebelle's chest. I have lost all my previous respect for you, Jin. No, Tiffany, said Jin with a red face. It's her teddy bear! Her teddy bear! I don't own a teddy bear, said Jezebelle with an innocent flutter of her eyelashes. Are you calling my twins 'teddy bear' now? That's really cute, Twinkie. I saw the teddy bear, said Tiffany, staring intently at Jezebelle. You're such a party pooper, said Jezebelle with a pout. Moving on, said Jin with a tired sigh. He felt like he was caught in the middle of a soon-to-be cat fight. Tiffany, why didn't you ring the doorbell instead? I did, said Tiffany insistently. But I guess you two were too busy to hear it. Yeah, and you screwed the moment up big time too, said Jezebelle, wrapping her arms in front of her chest stubbornly. There was no moment, said Jin innocently and quickly when Tiffany sent him a doomed glare. We were just talking about things when you walked in. Why are you explaining yourself to her, pork chops? asked Jezebelle with an astonishing look. We're in a relationship aren't we? Can't we make out in front of my bed without other people interrupting? You don't know Jin's family very well then, said Tiffany calmly, glancing at the two suspiciously. His father and mother brought him up to act like a gentleman around women. He's not your average hormone-driven teenager. He's a man though, said Jezebelle with a smirk now. Are you saying that he won't be affected at all if I were to walk around naked? Tiffany was speechless at Jezebelle's taunt. You can't even answer my question, babe. Maybe I should demonstrate-

That's not necessary Fi, said Jin, grabbing a hold of her arm before she could pull her shirt off. We're not starting a fight here. We're trying to clear things up. Jin stared hopelessly at Tiffany. I'm sorry Tiffany for not answering the door. I hope you don't misunderstand what you saw between us. You won't tell your parents will you? No, said Tiffany in a defeated voice. They won't let me come over ever again. Not that we want you over anyway, said Jezebelle with a sneer. That's not nice, Fi, said Jin a chiding tone. Jezebelle stuck her tongue out at him. I hope you won't report this to my parents either. I don't know what will happen. Only this one time though, said Tiffany, tossing Jezebelle a warning look. If I hear screaming or any other suspicious noise, I will come over and check up on you Jin. I will definitely report anything funny between you two in the future so watch yourselves. You know, Tiffany, said Jezebelle with a twist of her lips. We'll just do it in the bathroom then. You can't hear us there. She's joking, Tiffany, said Jin, intervening immediately with a forced laugh. She has a weird sense of humor like that. Bear with her for now. I promise I won't do anything funny to Fi to break your trust in me. I especially don't want to lose your parents' trust either. Our families have been getting along so well. I still say she's nosing around, said Jezebelle, narrowing her eyes at Tiffany. Why would she bring lemons at like nine at night? What other motive do you have Tiffany? You're smarter than you look, Jezebelle, said Tiffany, much to Jin's surprise. I'm here to check if the rumors about you living with Jin were true or not. How do people know about this? asked Jin to Jezebelle. Did you tell anyone? Shiratori knew about it, said Jezebelle with a carefree shrug. It was a matter of time before everyone else knew too. The school rumor system works really fast and I can guess who is behind it all. Right Tiffany? I spread rumors, said Tiffany admittedly. I don't create them though. Sure, said Jezebelle, clasping her hands in front of her. Now, that you have confirmed it, spread it all you want. I don't fucking care. You can even tell the whole world we did it today in my bedroom. It doesn't bother me one bit. It bothers me, said Jin with a frown. Shut up, honey, said Jezebelle coldly. You have no say in this. This is a negotiation between Tiffany and I. I suggest you go away now, dear. Stay Jin, said Tiffany softly at the first sign of Jin getting up. You need to hear this last bit and decide what to do. There's more? asked Jin, worried now. Eunice called me and gave me interesting news regarding Jezebelle here. I'm so popular already, said Jezebelle, laughing devilishly. Jin groaned and dropped his head on the table. Give me a week, Tiffany, and the whole school will know my name. Because you are Jin's girlfriend, said Tiffany through gritted teeth. Everyone already knows who you are. I don't want to be well-known for being this geek's girlfriend, said Jezebelle, coughing at such an appalling idea. Well, would you rather be famous for being a member of the Populars then? The Populars, said Jin, sitting up straight now. Jordan and his senior friends want Fi to join? How is that possible? She's only a sophomore. I don't know why either, said Tiffany, rolling her eyes. Must be her mature looks. At least the Populars acknowledge me, said Jezebelle with a smirk. She placed her head on Jin's shoulder, causing Tiffany to glare daggers at her. But I must decline them because, Jezebelle's smirk broadened. I already know who my group members are.