My Angel, My Cat, My Love

Evil Angel

Hoya POV

I knew Violet had a crush on me. I knew it ever since she talked to me for the first time in fifth grade. She always stared at me in class and I never liked her back. She is just... girly. Violet is really clingy. That day, when she 'bumped' into me at the cafe, I knew she did it on purpose. I quickly walked away from the situation and followed the angel. I looked either sides of the busy streets. I caught sight of her, crossing the street. I was NOT stalking her. I wanted to exchange phone numbers and make up for that macchiato I spilled today. She was a fast walker. Her white sleeveless shirt stood out in the crosswalk, so I easily caught up to her at the other side of the crosswalk.

I tapped her small shoulder lightly as she turned around mid sip. Wahhh such an angel... that face is so pretty. No makeup for her.

"Yes, Mr. Clumsy?" she asked, slightly annoyed to see me. I stared at her for a second, deeeeep inside her hazel eyes. Such beautiful eyes.. hazel ones..

"Well?"

I came back to my senses and snatched her phone away from her pocket. I raised it high as she whined for me to give it back. She seriously needs to protect her phone from pickpockets.

"Give it back, ahjusshi!" she jumped up and attempting to retrieve her phone back, yet every time it was a failure every time.

"Ahjusshi? Nuh-uh. O-PPA," I corrected her. There soon was a commotion with other people passing by. She was blushing in anger, the cuteness that I found in her earlier.

"You are not worth being my oppa!" She kicked my shin and I growled in pain. I quickly stood up and yelled at her.

"Hey! I am trying to give you my phone number to call you to make up for that macchiato I spilled in the cafe earlier! Why wont you let me add a quick phone number, sheesh!"

She frowned. I glared in her hazel eyes back, boiling deep inside.

"Fine. Hurry up, or I'll kick the other shin, maybe the SPOT," she pointed scornfully at my crotch. I shivered in how evil this girl was. I quickly added my phone number on her phone and offered it back. She snatched it from my hand, stuck her tongue at me, and ran. I grinned, watching her run away from me and turn the corner. How much longer should I let her play games with me?

That thought bubble popped as soon as I heard a small scream.