11 ¦ Nobody Gets Me

                                    

                                          
When we were only one cross street away from our houses, I tugged at Heeseung's jacket. Because he didn't react right away, I pulled a little harder. He briefly glanced over his shoulder and then stopped at the side of the road. 


He looked at me questioningly and a little worried, but his voice sounded rather annoyed. "What is it?" "I think it would be better if you let me down here and then I'll go by myself," I muttered quietly, feeling a little embarrassed to go to such lengths. 


Heeseung frowned "Why is that?" I rubbed my arm, it had gotten quite chilly and I envied Heeseung the thick sweater he was wearing. "My mom doesn't think much of motorcycles and if she finds out I got on one of those things again she'll kill me," I explained, hoping that was how he understood my situation, however he still seemed a little confused. 


"Do you actually do everything exactly as your mother tells you? Does she also maybe tell you when to brush your teeth and go to bed?", he sounded a little challenging and I felt the need to defend myself. 


"No. I mean, I can decide for myself what I do, but I just don't want any unnecessary trouble." "So you let your mother boss you around like you're a toddler," Heeseung repeated what I had said earlier. A little anger boiled up inside me and I gritted my teeth. He didn't know anything about me or my mother. 


Heeseung took a placating step toward me. "Hey, I'm not trying to attack you, I just don't think you should be told what to do. Some things you should be able to decide for yourself." I looked at him. He seemed sincere, like he was trying to help me or something, but still I couldn't quite suppress the anger. 


I didn't want to listen to sermons about my behavior with my mom from a boy who had no respect for his parents and came and went when he wanted. And that's exactly what I told him. "At least I listen to my parents and have respect for them, which is hardly something that can be said about you. You treat your mother absolutely badly and only do what you want." 


My voice got louder and louder towards the end. Actually, I had intended to turn around and leave, but Heeseung reacted faster. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back. With a jerk, he pushed me against his bike and rested his arms next to my hips. 


The hand he had grabbed earlier he held tightly under his. I was too startled to move, let alone say anything. Heeseung leaned down a bit to look at me. I looked into his gray eyes, which looked back serious and icy. 


"You never say I'm bad with my mother again." His warm breath brushed against my cheeks, and I would have gladly backed away a little if I'd had the chance. "You have no idea how I treat her and besides, it's none of your fucking business."


I could only nod, I was caught off guard by the vehemence of his words and I guess I could kind of understand him, after all I had gotten angry myself when he had said that about my mom and me. 


I expected him to let go of me now, but he stopped, I could see his chest rising and falling right in front of me. To make him aware of the closeness of our bodies, I moved the hand he was holding a little, but he still didn't move. I let my gaze slide to his face and noticed that he had come a little closer to me. 


I didn't know what to do and just stood there stiffly. Heeseung's gaze twitched briefly and only a second later he let go of my hand and took two steps back. I rubbed my wrist while he ran his hand through his hair. 


"Did I hurt you?" he nodded to the hand. I looked up dumbfounded "Oh, um no I'm fine." I tried a smile.  Heeseung's expression, however, remained serious and he seemed as aloof as whenever he talked to me. 


"Good, then I can go." He said it as if I were terribly annoying and had slowed him down tremendously. I rolled my eyes as he got on his bike and turned the corner into our street. 


What kind of trouble did this boy have? One minute he was being nice to me and the next minute he was treating me like I was bothering him. 


I waited a moment before following him on foot. Firstly, so that my mother wouldn't check that he had taken me with him and secondly, because I hoped that I wouldn't see Heeseung again.


A/N: Well good question, what's the matter with him?