Anna: Well since you know my name, tell me your name.
Stranger: Aww but where's the fun in that?
Anna: This isn't suppose to be fun. I'm supposed to beat you to a pulp for claiming that I'm supposedly in love with you.
Stranger: Wow, you're prett...
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Chapter 37
Is it wrong to say that I am starting to like that kid more than I actually should?
I mean after the last person that I had feelings for it only ended with me being heartbroken whilst the guy went on with his life happily.
At least that's what it seemed like.
Of course, I wasn't all sappy and sad about the whole break-up for months. I had to get over it eventually. Move on.
I remember one day as I was walking to campus, a friend told me that he had moved to a whole different continent. That continent being Europe. I don't know his reasons as to why he moved, but I don't think that I'd like to know either.
Now, if I were to describe his character, I would describe him in two words:
Selfish motherfucker.
Why?
Because even though he was sweet and caring as well as humorous- at times- and many other things that a typical boyfriend would be, he always cared about his status and reputation more than anything. More than me.
If we were to see each other, he would request of me to dress in 'style'. If I were to out-dress him, he would secretly be a tad bit mad. If we were to go on a date, it would be planned his way and do what he mainly wants. Of course at the beginning of our relationship, he did the honor of surprising me and sometimes asking me what I'd like to do. Once we were two months into our relationship, and passed what people call the 'honeymoon' phase, things changed. It became all about his wants.
If we were to go to a party, we would ask of me to wear a different color from what he would be wearing so I would not drag the attention away from him. Or I would have to dress up in a way that would look 'gorgeous' and 'hot' in order to impress and let people know that I was his and show me off. Most girls would say that it's sweet that he wants to show me off. I agree. But it is not 'sweet' when he treats you as a trophy that he won.
He would talk about how we met.
How he approached me.
How he asked me out.
How he would treat me.
How much he means to me.
I would also have to be friends with his in order to make him 'happier'.
I think that is stupid. All of it really.
But when you get to the good part of our relationship, it was amazing.
He would point out the small things that I do and say that they are rather 'unique' or 'cute'. He would surprise me with sudden thoughtful gifts. Y'know, rather than jewelry, he would give me sweets that he made himself. Rather than fancy restaurants, he would take me out at night for a romantic picnic either during the day or night. Rather than giving me countless of flowers, although he did give me a good amount of roses on campus to show how good of a boyfriend he was- although now that I think about it, I suppose that was to show himself off as a boyfriend- he would leave little note reminders as to why he loved me and things he loved about me.
Let me not get too into it or then you'll start to see a good part of him.
Even though there's not much to him. Ha.
Okay, lets stop talking about him. I'll vent about the break-up some other time.
Lets talk about Liam and how I feel about him.
Well, actually it's pretty damn simple.
I like him. Like like him. Like a lot.
My gosh, I said 'like' a lot.
A sudden knock brings me out of my thoughts.
"Yes?" I yell out.
"It's Liam..." he loudly said, sensing that there was a smile plastered on his face.
Shit...
What is he doing here? And how did he get in here anyway?
"Uhhh... how did you get in?" I yelled out again as I get out of bed and run toward my closet to put on some pants as well as a top.
"Francis let me in. I told him it was alright for me to wait or call you but he insisted on it."
Damn you Francis. I love you but seriously? You let him in just like that?
"Well, uh, okay. Ju-Just make sure to call next time when you're on your way. And wh-why are you here so late at night?" I struggle to say as I try to pull up my leggings. I always seem to struggle putting on some type of bottoms.
"Alright, I'll make sure to do so next time, Girly. So can I come in?" He asked. When he asked, I heard the door knob move.
Oh, no.
"W-Wait, no!"
Too late.
He had already opened the door. When he fully opened the door, his eyes widened with surprise as his cheeks bloomed with the color of red. My current state is : Leggings on but no top on. Just a bra.
But hey, at least I bothered to put on a sexy, black-laced bra today.
