Tainted

CHAPTER: 04

A few days passed, out of all the days. I was feeling awful today. Anyone could see clouds on my head. I didn't had a good sleep in few days because I keep having the dream where I was shot. The lack of sleep, piling assigments and work. Everything was pissing me off and I couldn't do anything about it was making me feel like crying.

Is it what they call mental breakdown?

I place my bag on the desk as I sit in cafeteria with a Americano on the table. I heard the notification going crazy. I knew something happened and it was my class group chat without even opening. I lazily take out my phone and unlocked my phone to see the chats. It was full of swears and long angry texts.

Apparently everyone was angry because the professor didn't grade them nicely. I placed the phone on the table and opened my laptop, I typed my email and logged and entered my roll no. and name. My heart sank as I saw my own damn grade. I got a fucking D. What the fuck! I hate that man (Professor).

Tears burned my eyes, my breathing quickened. I pressed my lips tightly to stop myself from making any sounf while crying as I tapped my feet on the floor. I pulled my hoodie down even more.

I placed the phone on the table and looked outside taking a deep breath. I saw him leaving the cafe after buying coffee with her. I bitter smile appearing on my lips as tears fell down my cheeks. I stared at the busy people of street, trees and beautiful bright blue sky.

I won't cry.

I won't cry.

She bit her lips to contain her sobs. She quickly collected her stuffing them in her tote bag. Slinging her bag on her shoulder and stepped outside. I bumped into someone while leaving and ended up falling backward on my hips.

The lost only control I had on my emotions. I looked up at the person through my tear blurry eyes.

"Hey! Hey! Why are crying?" He asks sitting in front of me, holding my hands to make me stand up.
"Are you hurt? Hey! Don't cry!" He said his thumb wiped the tears on my cheeks.
"Don't cry," He said "You're making scene for no reason!" He urged I could see his head moving around. I was already in a bad mood and this guy. I slapped his hand away.

"Don't worry I'm not that weak to cry just because I fell down," I jeered and I saw his face as the tear fells down my eyes. Its the same handsome smorker douchebag. Why the fuck is he handsome? He is such a jerk.

He had this very beautiful lips, He was tall as fuck. I could see his eyes at first but as I looked up. My eyes met his dark orbs, I swear, I saw them changing into red for a moment. He almost had blank face and was frowning a little. He looked annoyed, I rolled my eyes shoving him out of the way. He grabbed my hand and I glared at him.

"Wait a minute!" He said and tears falling down my cheeks. He removes his hoodie and giving it to me. I gaze at him perplexed, "Wear it around your waist, you have a big red dot on your hips," My eyes and reflexively I try to look back suddenly feeling wet. My years of experience hinted me. Shit! I'm on my periods.

I looked at the hoodie and at him, "Its yours,"
"Take it, I have too many of them it wouldn't hurt to lose one anyways,"

I feel bad for judging him. He is a good guy. I really thought it, He leans forward and said, "Don't cry you look ugly," I blinked my eyes looking at him awestricken.

I WAS A STUPID. THIS DUDE IS WORST THAN ANYONE. I HATE HIM. HE IS SHAMELESS DOUCHEBAG.

I scoffed, "You guys have no idea how long something you've said can stay in girls mind,"

He didn't reply. I smiled and tapped his shoulder.

"I'll buy you a brand new hoodie, thanks for today!"
I wiped my tears and ran out of the cafeteria all the way back to my house. Why am I crying like a idiot?  I don't even know.

After day ended, I washed his hoodie and dried it. Placing it over the bed, I stared at the hoodie for a while taking a sip of my coffee. I grabbed my phone and opened google lens to search for the brand and price. My mouth hangs open and the liquid escapes my mouth.

What the actual fuck? Its my one month salary. 155,000 won. Its expensive bruh. I recalled the words, I said to him, "I'll buy you a brand new hoodie." Never in my life I regretted the words I said today. The more I don't want to rely on dad the more god gives me reason too. I have washed it I can just return it. He wouldn't mind. I mean, he must have already made up his mind before giving it to me right.

Why did I even do that? I have too much pride sometimes. I hate myself, I aigh deeply as I start packing the hoodie in paper bag.

Next morning, I take a quick shower and get ready and sit on the small dining table near the kitchen and poured the juice in glass and cornflakes and milk in bowl.

...I don't have big apptite in morning. I had a light breakfast and slinging my bag on shoulder. I make my way to the door looking back, to check if I'm forgetting something or not. I see his hoodie packet on my study table. I sigh looking at the packet. I grab the handle of packet and step out of the house looking the door.

I wish I don't find him.