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The smell of antiseptics then met my nose. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but white. I pinched myself for a reality check, and yes, it hurts. I'm alive and obviously in a hospital room. What happened?

"Hey! Are you okey now?" What's his name again?

"I'm Peterpan, you know. And you collapsed right after you shook my hand. It got me thinking 'Am I really that handsome for this earthling to collapse?'" Oh it was him. I was eating my brunch (breakfast + lunch = brunch) when he annoyed his way to sit right in front of me. He was it. The asshole number 45 who introduced himself as Peterpan which I don't really believe.

"Really?" was all I can say.

"Really. And, you should really eat more so you wouldn't collapse anywhere. Today is your lucky day tiger because your prince just saved you."

"It wouldn't hurt to ask for my gratitude y' know. Thank you, Mister"

"You're very welcome, my dear. Now please eat these with me." He said while getting his 3-meal food from his backpack.

"Did you plan all of these?"

"Like what?"

"Like bringing all these food to eat with me," I said looking up to him who smelled like sweat and sun.

"Sort of," What? Isn't he going to answer me truthfully?

"Yeah, and I sort of think that you're not answering my questions the way you should." I crossed my arms.

He finished putting down his three meals and grabbed a spoonful to feed me.

"Open your mouth." He commanded. I refused to open my mouth. I'm not eating any of those from a man who calls himself Peterpan.

"Open.your.mouth" I shook my head no.

He pinched my knee, simultaneously shoving the spoon inside my mouth and smiled like a proud dad feeding his daughter.

"Fughckfhyoohm" I know it's improper to speak while your mouth is full but I can't hold myself from saying fuck you to him.

"Here tiger, you should eat more," and shoved another spoonful in my mouth.

"You are really a good girl Wendy." He pats my head like a freakin dog. He's lucky I can't punch him because I'm so limp right now. Today is your lucky day too, Peterpan.

He wiped my cheeks with Kleenex and how I feel he's damn rich. Damn this asshole.

"You're feeling good now?"

"As good as I'll ever be," I said rolling my eyes.

"Well, the nurse said you can go home when you wake up." Oh okey. I'm in the school's clinic. I thought I'm in hospital.

"I should get going already," I said quickly getting down from the bed and frantically searching for my bag.

"You lookin' for this?" He said raising my bag up.

"Yeah thank you," I said reaching for it while he kept waving it away from me. What more of an asshole can he be?

"Damn you" I left him there in the clinic and walked away. Just because he's taller than me, he can't just take advantage of it and keep making a fool out of me.

"Hey!" I heard him call - just a reminder to walk faster.

"Hey! Wendy!" I ran.

"Wendy! You can't deny that your hunger was gone because of me!" Wow and now he counts what he just gave me. I never asked for it.

I turned around and faced him.

"I never asked for it! I wish I can just throw up everything and return all of those to you! All fresh from my stomach!" I shouted at him.

"Hey! Hey! I never meant it that way tiger!" He shouted running closer to me.

"I'm not a fucking animal!"

"Stop swearing!"

"Fuck you."

He hugged me so tight I couldn't breathe.

"Would you stop resisting my help?" And there I held my breath and these damned tears.
What does he know about me? I punched his chest. Weakly. Like the weak earthling I am right now.

"Damn," I whispered.

He wiped my tears and held my chin to face him.

I forced my way to look down.

"What do you know about me? You're just that another asshole getting under my skin." I said faintly.

Instead of saying more words he hugged me tightly before letting me go and hung my bag on my shoulders.

"Let's get you home."

"Wait, I'm riding my bike." I'm not leaving my bike here.

"No, you're not. I have loaded your bike already. You're gonna take a joyride with me darling" And then again, I am powerless. Literally and figuratively.