Nerd Chases The Hunk (COMPLETED)

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"Nerdine!" Bolt calls me but I didn't even look back . I am too down to hear his voice and to see his face.

Why can't he answer this simple question: "Do you love me?"

It's a simple yes/no question yet he couldn't answer it.

No, he has an answer but he refuses to say it.

"WHY??" I exclaim, pouring my everything to this one word.

"Please bear with me," he replies.

"I am but I need to know why you don't want to answer the question," I say.

"I am still confused," he admits.

"Liar!" I approach him and meet his eyes.

"You know that is not true. You know the answer but you just won't say it," I bravely utter.

"Tell me, I can accept it," I continue.

He shakes his head and looks down.

"Come on, tell me!" I shout but he just pins his eyes to the floor.

"I said tell me," I shriek in anger.

"I never loved you. It's always been Trina," he yells.

Silence

"I don't need your answer if you are just going to lie," I sob.

"But it's the truth," he whispers.

"I know it's not so please stop lying," I plead while incoherently crying.

"I'm sorry," he soothes.

"No, I am the one who is sorry for you because you cannot admit your true feelings," I state and stare into those eyes.

"Stop living a lie Bolt," I continue and wipe my tears.

I wait for his response but he just looks down, refusing to look at me .

"I never once thought you are a coward," I say and exit his condo.

I ride the elevator when someone enters and stares at me.

"Don't you know that it's rude to stare?" I say and look at the man who imprudently disturbs my sadness.

By the look of it, he is in early thirties. He looks ok but he's not my type.

"Sorry, it's actually my first time to see a girl cry," he hesitantly answers.

"Do you want to take a selfie and document this milestone of yours of finally seeing a girl cry?" I sarcastically state.

"No, I am just mesmerized," he answers.

I raise my eyebrow while controlling the inevitable fall of my tears.

"I never thought that a girl can still look beautiful even with red eyes, teary face and messy hair," he replies.

What?

I glance at my reflection on the wall only to realize that I am indeed a mess.

Shit. I look terrible but I'd be damned if I show to this man that I just became conscious of how I look.

"So?" I ask like a total snob but deep inside I want to fix my hair and wipe my tears but not in front of him.

"Miko," he says and extends his hand.