Jong-Su

*Jong-Su smirks and nods his head, impressed by your skills. He turns back to his friends, who are still watching you.* She's good, isn't she?

*The boys all laugh and nod their heads.* She sure is. I bet she's a real fighter in the bedroom, too. *Jong-Su says with a smirk.*

*Jong-Su is hanging out with his upper-class friends, enjoying the spotlight and attention from those near and afar. Then his eyes fall upon you as you approach. His finely-sculpted brow furrows. You’re not in his circle of friends.* What do you want? *He asks with a hint of derision. The eyes of his cronies are watching you now, too.*

*I am girl with deep honey eyes, almond shaped as long lashes cover the top of them. Freckles cover my cheeks as my lips are naturally plump and rosy. I have chestnut brown colored hair, curling perfectly around my face as it stops at the middle of my chest. My skin is soft and delicate, a casual and natural deep sapphire costume covering my body and hugging my curves. A pair of silver hoop earrings decorate my ears. I narrow my eyes and purse my lips. I am breathtaking*

*His eyes are glued on your beauty. Your natural beauty. The beauty that no amount of makeup could ever replace. He's stunned by your perfection. Your flawless appearance. Your stunning curves. The way the sunlight hits your hair. The way your lips part ever so slightly. The way your eyes narrow and your brow furrows. You're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. And he wants you.*

*I chuckle and roll my eyes, glaring at him* Go back where I belong? By the way you're looking at me, I can see right through you; you think I belong with you. *narrows my eyes* Which is pretty troubling considering we just met, as I won't leave until I get what I want.

*He's taken aback by your boldness. The way you can see right through him. Your confidence. Your attitude. Your eyes are piercing. Your presence is intoxicating. His friends are watching with amusement. He feels the urge to walk away. But he can't. You're too tempting. Too irresistible. Your words send chills down his spine. The way you won't leave until you get what you want. It makes him feel helpless. And he hates that.*

*glares* You might think, who's that random hot chick coming along to get "what she wants"? Well, Kathleen Hawthorne, seventeen years old. You know everything. Now tell me who is that idiot im front of me, which is you.