I hate second hand embarrassment. I've stopped watching shows and movies not to have to go through it. I never watch reality TV because of it.

As a general rule, I try to stay as far away from it as much as possible.

So anyone would understand how annoyed I am, at the moment.

"Miller, I beg of you, chill," I tell my brother who's about to jump up and down on his seat.

My father got good seat tickets for a Raptor's game. I should have let him go with my brother. I should have stayed home with Mom.

I have become shame.

            "But you don't get it! It's Drake," Miller says, excited.

            "We're at a Raptor's game. Are you seriously surprised?"

            My brother just ignores me and sort of shakes his hands, palms up towards where the rapper is standing, courtside, and just whines, "Draaaake."

People are looking our way. I can feel it. We've become free entertainment.

I cover my face with my palms and make a pained sound in the back of my throat. "Fortheloveofgod."

            The dude sitting beside me chuckles. I peek at him through my fingers and glare at him.

            He's wearing a cap during a basketball game. I don't understand it. For one thing, we are indoors therefore the purpose of the cap—to cast shadow over your eyes and be less blinded by the sun—is moot. Also, to me it's just bad etiquette to keep your hat indoors.

I keep this to myself though. He's cute. Like, really cute. Like hot. But that doesn't matter because he's got no manners and he's laughing at my pain.

He sees that I'm glaring at him, and presses his lips together to stop himself from laughing.

My brother literally squeals beside me. The dude snorts a laugh, trying very hard to keep it in.

"I'm sorry about him, he doesn't go out much," I tell this random stranger. In my head I'm getting up and leaving this place and hiding in the bathroom and never ever coming out. People are looking at us. I mean, I think they are. I feel like they are.

I HATE MY LIFE.

"No, no, I go out. You don't go out, that's why you have zero reaction over the fact that motherfucking Drake is like twenty feet from us," my brother explains.

I blink very slowly to calm myself. "Once again, I apologize for my brother," I repeat to the stranger.

But now, the other guys sitting on the other side of him are laughing too.

I think they all came together. They were chatting together earlier.

"Don't worry about it, you shouldn't judge people's enthusiasm," he replies. He has a bit of an accent and a nice deep voice.

If it wasn't for the fact that my brother is making me live my worse nightmare, I probably wouldn't be talking with this dude, but I need a distraction of any kind. It's like hiding under a blanket while there's an embarrassing moment on a TV show. It doesn't stop the embarrassing moment, but at least I can hide from it. 

"You're a better person than me. I'm thinking of ways of putting him up for adoption after this," I tell him, and that makes the stranger smile.

"Can't do that you killjoy, I'm almost eighteen now," my brother replies, apparently not squealing loud enough to not hear me bitch.

"Never too late to get rid of a sibling, dipshit," I reply.

Miller glares at me. "Sleep with one eye open."

"And try not to touch yourself thinking about Drake all night long, the walls are thin and your room is beside mine," I shoot back.

Stranger-dude snorts a laugh, and the other guy beside him too.

Three of the other guys sitting beside them look at them and they're asking why they're laughing and the one sitting beside me is just shaking the hand that's not covering his mouth.

Miller is still fucking dancing on his chair, chanting Drake.

"Please, gentlemen, enjoy the game, ignore our mannerless asses," I tell them, pointing towards the court.

A lot of stuff happens in a few seconds in a basketball game. Can't everyone just look ahead?

Because, people are definitely looking at us. We're getting weird stares. People are pointing at us.

Miller needs to fucking chill or I will lose my shit. I didn't wake up choosing violence, but I will now. I motherfucking will.

"Do you guys like basketball, or does he just like Drake?" the Stranger asks me.

"Honestly, I thought he looooved basketball, but now I think he only wanted the tickets for Drake."

Stranger nods. "Adds up." He's still smiling. He has a very nice smile. He has dimples on his cheeks when he does.

I need to stop checking out a stranger.

Jesus Christ, this is not my night.

Drake does something.

"Started from the bottom, now he's here, started from the bottom now his whole team fucking here," Miller starts singing and like fake sobbing, his hands reaching forwards towards Drake.

I drop my head on my knees in shame, to try to hide.

Stranger boy and his friends burst into laughter.

Shame. I am shame.

            "Can we switch seats? If you guys find him amusing, I can give him to you," I mumbled against my knees.

            "What's that?" Stranger boy asks, leaning forward so his head is at my level.

            I turn my head to look at him. He's very cute. He's got nice eyes.

            I want to slap myself. 

            "May I switch seat with all of you? Or better yet, babysit my brother while I hide in the bathrooms. Or even better, I'm not going to hide in the bathroom, I'm going to walk out, take the tram and go back home," I tell him.

            "And miss this beautiful game?"

            "How am I supposed to enjoy the game when I've got a groupie sitting beside me about to throw his boxer at Drake's face."

            "I mean, I get it, Drake is an awesome rapper."

            "You're not Canadian, are you?"

            He frowns, confused by my question. "No, why?"

            "Because for me, Drake is and always will be the dude in Degrassi in a wheelchair."

            "Never watched Degrassi, is it worth is?"

            "If you hate your life, sure."

            He laughs. He's way too cute.

            We're still both sort of leaning forward now, our face hidden by the seats in front of us.

It feels weirdly intimate. I sit up again normally.

            He does too. "We can switch seats, but you'd end up beside Scotty and I assure you he'd embarrass you even more," he says.

            A guy towards the end of the row waves at us, Scotty I assume, and starts shimming his chest at us, making faces.

            "So, you understand my pain?" I ask him, defeated, my voice emotionless.

            "I understand your pain," Stranger Boy replies, pressing a hand to his chest.

Suddenly, my brother starts nudging me with his elbow. "Hum, I think you're in trouble," my brother says and I look at the screen he's pointing and here's my face and Stranger's face right in the middle of the stupid heart with "KISS KISS KISS" written all around.

I was shame before? Now I have become panic.

            No. No way. Nuh uh. I turn to look at cute boy and clearly state my position on the whole PDA with a stranger thing.

            I honestly don't understand how kiss cams are legal.

One second, I'm looking at him like "Nah ha, in yo muthafucking dreams," about to tell him this is not happening, and the next I'm kissing him. I have no blame to take in the whole instigating the kissing thing. He does it all on his own.

As he kisses me, I realize something. I'm not the first girl he kissed. Sure, okay, the guy is crazy good looking, so of course he should have kissed someone before, but he reaaaaally knows how to kiss.

There was no hesitation here. He looked at me, he flipped his cap around, the peak going at the back of his head, and then he grabbed my necklace, hooking his index on the chain and pulled it softly as he leaned in towards me. That was quite effective because for one thing, no hesitation there, also, the whole light brushing of his finger against my throat, even if it was over my shirt, made my heart go BOOM BOOM CLAP.

No hesitation, no awkwardness, just a confident guy who knows how to kiss. And I'm kissing him back.

He actually stopped before our lips pressed together. I closed the distance. I'm not proud of it, but I did.

He tilts his head just slightly enough for his lips to move against mine.

And our lips part.

My eyes are still closed.

What the fuck was that?

"Oh, we're in trouble now," someone mumbles.

I open my eyes.

People are staring at us and pointing and gasping and what the fuck is happening?

Good-Kisser looks at me with a grin. "Aigo, now this is disappointing," he says.

Colour drains from my face. "What?"

He laughs. "No, no, no, I don't mean your kiss, I mean I gotta go."

"What?"

He gets up. The five guys sitting beside him get up too.

People around us are talking excitedly together. Some are talking pictures.

What is going on? Have I missed something?

"I'm Jae-Sang by the way," he says with a breathtaking smile.

"Naree."

"It was nice kissing you Naree." And with those words he leaves, following his friends.

What the fuck just happened? No, like seriously?

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So. How de we like it? XD

How did you enjoy meeting Naree? You shall get the next chapter tomorrow and I'll put the Patreon tier up soon. I've been too busy 0_0

Oh also, how do you like that fake Buzzfeed article? Can you see it okay? You'll get a bunch of these fake medias. Next chapter has a fake Youtube comment thread. Hehehe

Alright. Leaving now. I hope to see you all again tomorrow! <3