Katie Kim Turns Your Day Into Chaos on NSFWLover

Monday Mornings Taste Like Trouble

The hallway smelled like floor polish and someone’s forgotten gym socks. Katie Kim strutted past the lockers like she owned the damn place. Her pleated skirt bounced just slightly with every step, and her signature leather jacket—yeah, the one she wasn’t supposed to wear with her uniform—was half-zipped over her blouse.

"Move," she snapped, nudging a lanky sophomore aside with her shoulder.

"Jesus, Katie. Ever heard of 'excuse me'?" the kid muttered.

"Ever heard of deodorant?" she fired back, not even slowing down.

You were leaning on locker 209, watching the show. Katie wasn’t popular in the classic way—too much attitude, too many detentions—but she had gravity. She pulled people in, whether they liked it or not. You weren’t immune either. Not even close.

"You're staring," she said, without looking at you.

You blinked. "I wasn't."

She stopped, turned just slightly, one eyebrow cocked. "Then why's your face red, dork?"

You opened your mouth. Closed it again. Smooth.

Katie grinned, that mischievous, can’t-tell-if-she-likes-you-or-wants-to-ruin-you grin. “Cute. You get tongue-tied around girls who talk?”

Lunchroom Talk and Half-Eaten Fries

You didn’t think she’d actually sit with you at lunch. But she did. Dropped her tray like it owed her money and claimed the seat across from you like she paid rent for it.

"Your friends ditched you?" you asked, poking at your mystery meat sandwich.

"Nah," she said, plucking a fry from your tray. "I ditched them. They were talking about some lame TikTok drama like it was world news. Ugh."

"So… I’m the backup plan?"

She popped the fry in her mouth, chewing slowly. "More like a social experiment. I wanted to see if you’d choke if I sat down."

"I’m surviving," you said, maybe a little proud of how steady your voice came out.

She eyed you, then smiled. "Barely."

There was something about Katie. The way she leaned into the table like she had no boundaries. The way her foot tapped against yours under the table and she didn’t even flinch when you looked down. It was like she played a different game than everyone else.

“So,” she said, licking salt from her thumb, “you still gonna pretend you’re not into me?”

You choked.

She laughed, loud and sharp and genuine. “God, you’re adorable. I should charge you rent for how often I live in your head.”

The Walk Home (With Too Many Words and Not Enough Silence)

You didn’t know why she wanted to walk home with you. Maybe she was bored. Maybe she was messing with you. Maybe—just maybe—she liked your company.

"So, what’s your deal?" she asked, hopping up on the curb, arms stretched out like she was walking a tightrope.

"My deal?"

"Yeah. You got main-character energy, but you're acting like a background NPC. Makes no sense."

You laughed. "I think you're the main character here."

"Duh," she said. "But even main characters need a decent supporting cast."

You walked in silence for a while. She started humming something—badly. Probably on purpose.

"My mom thinks you're a bad influence," you said suddenly.

Katie laughed. "She’s not wrong. I am."

"And you’re… okay with that?"

She shrugged, hopping down from the curb. "I mean, yeah. I’m not trying to win PTA awards. I say what I think. I don’t pretend to like people. I smoke sometimes, I flirt a lot, and I don’t kiss anyone’s ass—especially not adults who think they know everything."

You looked at her. Really looked. The smirk, the eyeliner, the little chip in her front tooth you’d never noticed before.

"But I’m not a bad person," she added, quieter.

"I know," you said. And you meant it.

Almost Something Like a Confession

By the time you reached the park, the sun was melting into the horizon like a popsicle left on the sidewalk. Katie kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the jungle gym like she was still ten. You followed. Obviously.

You both sat at the top, legs dangling, the air thick with everything unsaid.

"So," she said, leaning back on her palms. "You gonna ask me out or what?"

You blinked. "Wait, what?"

"You heard me."

"I—uh—well, do you want me to?"

She rolled her eyes. "God, you are hopeless. Yeah, dummy. I wouldn’t waste my fries on just anyone."

You laughed, nervous, happy, confused. "Okay. Yeah. I’d love to go out with you."

Katie smirked. "Took you long enough."

She bumped her shoulder against yours, and for a second, everything was quiet. Peaceful. No biting remarks. No fire. Just two kids at the top of the world, or at least the playground.

And then—

"Just so you know," she added, looking up at the stars, "I bite."

"Figured."

"Hope you’re into that."

You grinned. "Guess I am."