TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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🧑Nik Anthony POV🧑

Who does she think she is? Labeling me as something I'm not.

By the way, why should I even care about that woman's opinion of me?

They. Women are all the same: inconsiderate and all about themselves and their feelings. There is no room for anyone else. Quick to judge, but don't like to be judged.

Maybe working out will help me cool down and forget what just occurred. I went down to the gym. I do some warm-ups. Push-ups, sit-ups, and squats—I even lifted some dumbbells. And for a while, it eased my anger. But the devil is a troublemaker and a robber of peace. He reminded me of the quarrel between her and me, and I got upset all over again.

Who does she think she is? Making me out to be a bad guy. I don't toy with women and destroy them. I don't cheat, abuse, or lie. It hurts me to the core that she thinks I'm like that. That I'm some kind of monster.

Again, why do I care what she thinks?

OK, it's time for a shower. Stripping myself of all my clothing, I looked in the mirror at my reflection.

'Don't let that girl get under your skin. You need to put this behind you and act like it never happened.' I coached myself before going into the shower.

Note: This is the longest I've had a bath. Almost two hours, according to my bathroom clock. Yeah, I have a clock in the bathroom. Get over it.

Anyhow, I'm taking what she said way harder than I like admitting. Why would she even accuse me of such things?

OK, man. That's enough. Get a grip.

Maybe it's because of what we argued about reopened wounds that I thought had healed. I guess the pain in the heart never really goes away. A broken heart can never be fixed. Once you are scarred mentally and emotionally, it's for life, I tell you.

And I'm not the only one. It seemed Tajae had been scarred by some scumbag.

Her insolent behavior and bad temper towards the opposite sex are a type of shield, a defense mechanism to protect herself.

I guess we are more alike than I like admitting, in terms of how we fortify ourselves from getting hurt by the opposite sex.

Should I be offended? Yes, I should be. That girl's mouth is filthy. Nothing good or nice comes from it.

Just where did she learn to say those peppery words, anyway? Words that make me want to explode due to anger.

I'm sure there is no school for that. That's just her natural talent.

And, haha, she gave McCarty salt water to drink. Haha, aha. Only this mad woman would do something this wild and crazy.

I'm glad I wasn't stupid enough to let her pour my drinks or cook my meals. Well, she cooks for my mother in the morning and evenings, and Mother seems to enjoy her meals. Plus, it smells good. So it is safe to say she won't poison me. Wishful thinking.

Man, she's crazy, though. Haha. Haha!!! Crazy as hell. Poor McCarty had to go and piss her off. I have no doubt he was hitting on her like he did with every girl he laid eyes on. But this girl is rare. I don't want to believe it, but she's not like the other girls. Therefore, my brother didn't stand a chance.

Haha. I should probably stop laughing at him. Not cool. But can you imagine someone giving you salt water to drink when you are dying of thirst? Haha. That's cold. Beyond cruel. She's an evil vixen, I tell you.

Hah, I feel much better than earlier. It's funny how the same person who put me in such a bad mood earlier took me out of it.

I got out of the shower, reached for my towel to dry off, and wrapped myself. I stepped out into my bedroom, and what I saw boiled my heart with rage.

So guess who decided to pop up unannounced after all these years? Seven years, to be exact. My little brother. You know, the one who got my first love pregnant. The father of the child I thought was mine.

Damn, I need to learn to keep my room door closed—or better yet, install a security system. I also need to get a few guards to keep out unwanted trash. Yeah, I will do just that as soon as I get rid of this wretch that is supposed to be my brother.