Falling In Love With A Playboy..

4 - Part-time Girlfriend

Chapter 4~Part-time Girlfriend

(Jianne POV)

*after work*

Karl is still there, in the couch where he was always sitting. His cookies and crème frap was half-full. Meaning, he’s been sitting there for four hours already, doing nothing. I sat across him and I looked into his eyes.

“Babe, are you alright?” I asked him.

“What did you call me? Babe? Huh?” he said and I heard him chuckled a little.

“I was just trying to make you laugh and I’m glad it worked.” I told him.

                He let out a sigh. Then he looked straight into my eyes. His mood swiftly changed.

“I’m sorry.” he said.

“For?” I replied.

“I’m sorry if I dragged you into this mess.” he said and I can feel sincerity in his voice.

“It’s okay if it’s for you.” I whispered.

“Hmm?” him.

“Nothing. I said it’s fine if it will help you.” I told him.

“Can you really help me with this?” him.

“You should first tell me what your problem is, so that I can help you.” me.

“Okay. I’ll tell you. There was this girl..” he began.

“Which girl? The girl yesterday? The other day? Last week? Or the girl a while ago?” I interrupted him.

“Have you been watching me? Are you a stalker? Detective? Did Jeremy hired you?” he questioned me non-stop.

I giggled on how he reacted.

“No. I’m not a spy or anything, it just happened that I work here part-time and I always see you coming here with some girl, I mean, different girls everyday. You sure are a playboy, huh.” I said.

“Yeah, that’s what they call me, a playboy, bastard, heartbreaker, and such. I’m used to it. But that’s not my problem.” he paused.

                I gestured for him to continue talking.

“What my problem is, that girl a while ago told me she loved me. But I don’t love her. I’m not the guy who goes into serious relationships, and she’s my friend. I don’t want to hurt her. I treat her only as my friend, like an elder sister to me. She was my brother’s girlfriend and I also don’t want him to misunderstand our situation.” he said worriedly.

“Oh.” I got his point there..

“I understand you Karl. But then in the first place, why are you fond of toying with girls? Didn’t you think of what they would feel if you dump them like trash after you play with them?”

“I’m not playing with girls, I also love them but then eventually I get easily bored.”

“It’s the same. You’re still hurting them.” I said.