This is the former xjennsta. Somehow, whatever reason, my account is not active anymore. So, my stories are somewhat lost. But no worries, I'm back and going to have to repeat all the stories, if I can remember correctly. I am, however, going to rewrite my stories in a more full context version, getting responses how amateurish/immature my writing is. These people seem to forget or not know that it was my intention to write it that way and even stated that idea. It's a lot easier and more pleasurably funny so. Oh, all credit to the writer Dah Een 2, the story being derived form her Korean book, 100 day contract. Anywho, enough of my explanation and babble. On with the story.
prOlogue
Whenever I pass by, it seems like all the people are leering at me. Even today. Once. Twice. Three times. Am I pretty? Ha, not even close. I'm far from the description "pretty," but I'm not quite the ugly duckling either. To put it nicely, I'm pretty cute. Besides, the outer appearance really doesn't matter, right? ....(-.-;;) So what is it that make the people gaze at me with curious adoring eyes? Well...
"How in the world did a girl like her manage to snag a guy like him?"
Heh, that's right. It's because of the guy next to me. Question: Is this guy really my boyfriend? Answer is no. The reason I'm with this guy is because we are committed to a contract together. A contract that can destroy my humble life. A contract that doesn't even make sense. But, what can I do? I was pretty much forced into it.
It's a contract that'll change my life forever.
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chApter 1: our first meeting.
My uncle owns a ramen restaurant.
"Two orders of ramen? Uh huh....okay!"
I see him, scribbling down the order with an old smile, bowing slightly and scurry his way towards the kitchen to prepare the meals. As always, he's working hard and happy. Day by day, his nearly baldheaded head gets shinier and shinier as a gray hair falls out. My chest tightens every time I see that. It's my own selfish fault he has to work this hard. I frown and twirl the pencil in my slim hand, waiting until there is another delivery that has to be made. A sudden tap on my shoulder made me drop the pencil and turn, only to see my uncle beaming down on me with a worn silver tin delivery cart in his hands.
"Here, Pan. I have another delivery order for you."
Even though he's tired, his dark baggy eyes squint in a genuine smile, and I can't help but just to smile and nod right back. Why do I feel so in debt to him you say. It's quite the dramatic story you see in your very own television. My parents died in a car accident 10 years before, leading us into the hands of our uncle. Even when he was in such a hardship of his own, he took us in for the sake of his late sister. Resembling my mother so much, uncle's eyes are always dulled out with sorrow and anguish. Even with such small living expenses, with my uncles' help, I was able to be enrolled in my 2nd year at Shinji University.
I sighed at the thought, wrapping the metal container with a black rubber cord tightly on the back of my moped. Around here, I have earned the title, the "delivery girl." Sighing again, I placed the scratched up helmet on my head and squished it down securely. I turned the key and with a small disgruntled 'bang,' I was off towards my destination.
To help my uncle and try to relieve some burden off his already weighted shoulders, I volunteered to be the deliver person with no pay. How could I. To think how much money has been spent towards my college tuition already. And also my brother to raise. Even though I have become used to this poor life style, I can't help to feel a little humiliated, a scratch on my pride, when I am seen in front of my fellow college attendants.
I rolled my eyes as my cheap moped gave an old groan. I glanced at the ripped notebook paper grasped tightly in my hand, along with the handle.
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Hyundai Villa 3rd Floor Room 15
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It's that expensive apartment right next to Shinji University. A lot of the well off college students live there. I looked up and saw a boy right in front of me. With a gasp, I quickly jerked the handles to swerve around him. Looking back with the corner of my eye, he gave me the finger and started off again, probably mumbling profanity. Hold old is he? Sigh, kids these days are becoming more rowdy by the generation. What will the world ever come to?
Coming to a stop, I glance up to see the great ivory tower of a building. Snapping off my helmet and letting my long ebony hair cascade down my shoulders, I whistle out in awe. Wouldn't it be so nice to live in such a place. No worries or a care in the world. I twirled my hair up and placed the cap on. I wear an old batted baseball cap to hide my face as much as I can. For this reason, people think I am a guy. Taking the container off the moped, I started for the entrance.
Looking at the surroundings of the lobby, I felt uncomfortable as I got in the elevator. A delivery girl and a rich villa apartment definitely do not go well with each other. I tipped my cap further down my face and waited until I arrived on the third floor, the excruciating elevator music in tuned.
Walking out of the elevator, I look left and right, going left in search for door 15. Ringing the doorbell, I shuddered after hearing a high- pitched voice.
"Who is it?"
"Uh, I have an order of-"
I was cut short as the door flung open, greeting me with a very beautiful woman. Dark brown wavy hair, big round eyes, a high small nose, heart- shaped face, and lips with a color like cherry, I can't help but wonder if she was this perfect mechanical doll. Oddly enough, she seems familiar to me. She looks about 20, my age. Maybe she attends Shinji.
"Honey, did you order take out?"
Ah, I see. After picking at my brain, I finally recognized her. She is our school's number 1 queenka, Tatewaki Kyoko. (queenka – means the most pretty popular girl.) Hm, this is my first time looking up at her so close. I have to admit, she is rather very pretty. I slowly crept inside and started to get the ramen bowls out of the container and put them on the table. (In asian countries, when you order noodle take out, the food is in the bowl all set and placed in a sliding tall metal container. The delivery person usually takes and set the food out for you inside.)
"Ugh, I was so hungry, I had to order something."
I turned my head slightly to the side to see who entered the living room and almost dropped one of the bowls. The guy was gorgeous. Unusual lavender hair nestled softly over his charismatic clear azure depths, and his sculpted body was glazed over with light bronze skin. Yet...another familiar face. This guy looks like he would be our school's kingka, Briefs Trunks. (kingka – the most poplular handsome boy.) So this is where he lives...
"Aw, but I thought I said I'll cook something for us tonight." He came behind her wrapped his great arms around her small fragile waist.
"I didn't want you to strain yourself. It's easier to take out anyway."
"Sigh...still. I feel bad now." She pouted her small lips in a silly manner. This seems to make him smile even more.
"Don't worry, I feel more at ease this way."
...(-.-;;)....
I felt like I wanted to barf right then. I haven't met any couple so lovery dovey. I'm getting goosebumps all over. But...I can't help but feel a little bit jealous. For, I never had a boyfriend before. I never really cared how I look. With uncle's hard work barely paying off my tuition and since I don't want to make more pressure on him by hiring a tutor, I study until it almost literally kills me. That's why I look like a mess.
"How much is it?" A masculine voice breaking my train of thought, I whipped up to see him smile, expecting me to answer.
"Oh, it's um, it'll be 18000 won." (Roughly around 17-18 dollars)
"Here."
I looked at the green bill smacked in my open hands. 30000 won. (Around 30 dollars) But, I don't have change...
"It's okay. You can have the change. Looks like you need it." ....what? Did I hear correctly? Somehow, I found it offensesive and made me frown with anger.
"No. It's okay. I have the change right here. Just a moment."
"I said it's fine. Besides, I find getting back change annoying..." I stood still, my head bowed down, looking at my waist bag where I thought some change was in.
"Honey! What's taking you so long? Hurry and get back here, I'm hungry."
"Okay!" He gave her a big smile and started to drag me towards the door. When a majority of my body was outside, he threw the container at me and shut the door with a loud 'slam.' Why that little...I gritted my teeth and my hands balled into fists. I sighed and looked down at the bill. 30000 won huh? I hate looking down upon to. I find pride in my life, at the same time, shame.
"Ha ha ha." I can hear them giggling at probably something funny one another said. Heh. Must be great. Real great. Must be so wonderful to not care if your life can be ruined or stable by a snap of the finger. 30000 won may seem like nothing in front of their eyes.
I stood there for who knows how long. I finally sighed and nodded in some kind of understanding movement. Let's...receive the money with a smile.
With that, I trudged my heavy feet towards the elevator where once again, the pain in the ass music greeted me. Resting my head against the wall, I looked at door 15. I narrowed my eyes as the elevator door slowly slid closed with a 'ding.'
....And this is how we first met.
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