"Girls nowadays are perverts, Aren't they ?" someone said .
I got shocked so I stood up and turned back "Who is there?" I exclaimed.
Then there was some moving on the tree and then a boy jumped from the tree. " Don't look at me so shockingly as if I terrified you you were the one who came between my resting time " the boy said.
I was still shocked so I couldn't say anything the he continued "What's wrong why are staring at me like that ? " saying that he looked at himself then the crossed his hand on his chest trying to hide himself and gave me a look as if I was trying to do something wrong ,no not trying to do something he looked at me like I was going to rape him and that brought me to my senses.
My expression was like wtf is wrong with u . " Hold on can you stop with that look i'm not gonna rape you or something and I didn't know you were there you should have said something when saw me and I AM NOT A PERVERT" I said the last line in a strong tone since he was not seem to believe me .
After a very long discussion and saying the reason that book was here he finally seems to believe me................ummm a little .
And I knew that this asshole was ....... very rude and a little familiar too I felt like I've seen him somewhere .
"Have we met met before ?" I asked " Is it some kind of line ?" He asked me instead .I gave him a disgusted face like " me and pickup line for you bleh" was what I said "Well even if it is I understand since many girls are after me and that's annoying " he said with confidence . And as I ignored him I prayed "God I know we all are your children so please give those girls some brain who are going to the wrong path " .
"YOU MUST BE ASKING FOR DEATH " I could feel his murderous aura . I loved myself so I kept quiet.
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