My mind still couldn't grasp the large smile and the small chuckle he let out due to my words. For a minute there I thought that he found my proposal amusing and my brain began to scramble for some jokes to difuse the situation. "You know," I began, my throat closing up form the build up of tears that I never wanted to show, it would make me seem quite emotional infront of him and I wasn't ready for him to see me in such a state.
He placed his cold hands on the back of my palm, silencing me with his simple touch. I've heard from my mother and many others that a man's hands were always rough due to their hard labour but his were so soft and comforting. The only thing that showed that he made good use of his hands were the bruises that were around his knuckles, probably from fights that he was involved in.
"Why do you look sad, Sugar?" He chuckled one last time as he rubbed my knuckles with his thumb. "I would love to be your boyfriend," he said cracking up a smile and I'm immediately set in a trance that everyone tried to take me away from.
My mind was so occupied with his touches and the light kisses he placed on my hands to even register what he had said to me. "You're willing to be in a relationship with me?" I asked once again, heart beating against my chest roughly and smiled widely when he nodded his head in enthusiasm.
I never had a boyfriend, never even had an interest in any type of boy since they were never attractive to me so it would be interesting to see how I would go with this relationship. I wondered if my parents would allow me to be in a relationship with him. I knew my father wouldn't, he had kept me in his little cocoon my whole life so I knew that he wouldn't want to break it any time soon whereas my mother I wasn't quite sure on. She had her moments when she allowed you to live however you wanted and there were times that she held you in a close leash. She was more of the latter than the former. I would have to keep it a secret until I'm serious about him.
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We were now laid in the reclined seats of his car, watching the stars and listened to the chinese songs that he liked through the radio. Soon after our meals, we found it hard to separate so he offered to keep me cooped in his car until I was ready to go home and I wasn't willing to. Even though I would get in trouble for being late with my parents, I wanted to do everything in order to keep us together for as long as possible.
"You know, Myeol," he turned towards me with hooded eyes, giving me his undivided attention. "I've heard some things from Christine and them. They've told me that you have a bad reputation around school," I hoped with everything that he hadn't found my snooping annoying. We had just started this relationship and I would hate to have irritated him in the first few hours. "I asked them about you because I've been wondering why everyone stayed away from you. I hope you don't mind me asking them."
"No I get it," he said as he rubbed his fingers on his fade. "I don't exactly have a good reputation around school. I do many bad things, most of them never get to the ears of the school but are the plot to my nightmares." The explanation he gave me hadn't soothed my nerves but increased it.
My mother always told me to stay away from 2 things, debt and bad boys. She had advised that whenever a man had told you an inkling about himself and you instantly have a bad feeling about it, that I should run away and never looked back because a man would never lie about something so serious. I unfortunately done the exact opposite, I wanted to listen to his full story and wanted to unravel every personality traits that he wouldn't show anybody besides me.
"What made you like that?"
"I just wanted to. I loved the thrill with being in those positions with my friends," he grabbed a lighter from the dashboard and lit up the cigarette that was in between his lips. "There's nothing better than the feeling when you do something horrible. I have been in prison so many times that I've begun to enjoy the feeling of cuffs around my wrists."
Although he told me nothing about what he done, I still shivered from the way his eyes darkened the more he spoke. It seemed as if he thought of something terrible, maybe something that he's done that he tried to forget.
"What's the things you do?" I wanted to know what I had gotten myself into. If he was a streetfighter or a murderer. I wanted to know exactly what he was capable of so that I could continue with the relationship with some knowledge of him. I wouldn't want to be suddenly caught in between some terrible things that he was involved in.
"If I were to tell you, you would run to the hills and call the cops and I don't want that to happen. You're too precious to loose."
