"He's a Flirt. A tall, confident and narcissist flirt, who keeps getting on my nerves whenever we meet, and we keep meeting way too much... Just what the hell does this freshman really wants from me? Why do I feel so strange about it?"
It's not my issue to care about. But it has turned into a habbit to rode over this part of the city on my bike and watch him curse and curse for hours by himself. At least, that's what I think he's doing when he sits over that structure alone with a funny unfriendly expression that almost ruins his expensive face.
It's not like he doesn't have real friends he could talk to. He does have them, and they have been sticking together like glue for a long time, you could say.
But then again, that guy must have an issue, since he chose to be alone. None of his close friends have ever shown their handsome faces here or have shown any sign of knowing that rich kid has decided to waste his time being a lonesome, instead of the popular guy he actually is, for the past one month and a half...
Well, I don't have a saying on it, really. Because, just as I said before, Forth too, I succumbed to this strange habbit of watching this Kid from a distance, without showing my face even once.
I guess... this makes me a stalker? If so, then let that be it. Who cares. I'm not interested in labels, anyway.
This all started when I was still frustrated and trying to cure my broken heart...
While avoiding the civilization, I saw that guy throwing rocks over a dry esqueleton plant in the middle of an old abandoned construtuction site, near the road. At first, I thought he was some crazy guy full of booze, so I unconsciously stopped my Bike to watch, because my head was so full. And then I saw him appologising like a kid who just admitted his mistakes. It was an awkward funny yet sad scene. Just like I was feeling at the moment.
I left. But then, I found myselft getting curious about what could have happened to that individual... so a few days after, I went there again, around the same time, and to my surprise, there he was! I parked closer then the last time so I could watch it better. Yep, I was being nosy.
And after some time, I finally recognized the uniform and the person wearing in, I was quite surprised, but something else also called my attention... I noticed his antics were quite unique!
Next time I came earlier, because I was so curious, and again I saw that He'd had raised his uniform sleeves meticulously before picking up the rocks from the ground, he took off his expensive watch and carefully placed it over the leather seat of his car, together with the already tidely arrenged black tie that's also a part of his uniform.
So here is what I found after many days of my stalking activity, hehe, he's a perfeccionist.
After throwing that many rocks, cursing and appologising, the wild doc, aka, Ai Beam, would collect them all, one by one, and place them near the struture he has chosen to sit on and proceed with the second part of his daily ritual... absentmindely stare to the coast until the sun is setting. I'm being poetic, there's no coast at all here. But he always stares at the same direction...
And that's actually my cue to leave. A few minutes before the sun is setting, I'll carefully walk my bike until I'm far enough, not to be noticed by the loud engineer sound, and then hop on it when I think it's safe, so I can leave for real, with a stupid smile plastered at my face. Because if you may ask, I didn't know a stubborn and proud person like him, could actually be this cute...
So yeah, I guess now you can say that... this has turned also my issue.
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