He's a Devilish Cunt

Chapter 1: The Fatness

Chapter 1: The Fatness

          Oh, my God...

          Like the “Oh, my God!” kind of ‘Oh, my God.’. He's standing an arm away from me and from here, I can clearly see the wet, sticky stain holding on to his shirt like a lifeline. On his left chest. Credits to me.

         “U-uh...I'm so sorry, S-Sir. Really, deeply, truly, honestly—”

          “It’s okay.” He smiles. A smile that sent an annoying shiver down my weak spine, accompanied by the weird churning in my stomach. I tried to smile back, rather faintly.

          He chuckled softly at my horror-struck expression, then petted my head. “Don’t stress yourself about it. Promise, it’s okay. It’s just a stain.” Was his calm reply, which I do admit, eased my nervosity a little.

          I nodded slowly and can’t help but smile at his thoughtfullness. “Okay. T-Thank you...”

          He nodded his head at the rest of the group then starts walking away after ushering his friend to follow him. I was dazed. Stupefied. Incredibly amused. Did he just smile at me, tell me it’s okay and pat my head after I accidentally threw a fucking meatball on his – note with incredulity – white shirt? What a gentleman!

          “...hey. Earth to Cassandra. Are you there?” I snapped out of my trance to look at his equally amused face. “Spacing out, huh—no, wait. You like him!”

           My eyes about boggled out of their sockets, flabberghasted by his shocking notion. I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now. Where on earth did he get that idea?! Okay, maybe the guy looked quite genteel and was also comely, but come on, I just met the guy! “W-What?! No! I do not!”

          “Yes you do!” His big hands latching onto my shoulder, he shakes me back and forth, goading me to admit, which I wasn’t going to. At all.

          Irritated, I pinch his side, causing him to rush, hopping away from me. Good. “YOUCH! Sister, you’re so mean!” I’m really confused as to what I should address him as. He’s a guy with a girl’s wants and necessities. He loves using extensions and accessories. Help me decide whether I call him male or female.

         “Better than a fag!” I giggle relentlessly at his reaction. Okay, maybe I did go a little far on that diss, but he was asking for it! He was getting on my nerves. He looked quite angry and hurt, seemig like he was trying to keep his expression cute (which looked weird in him).

         With one last push, he flapped away from me like the faggot he is. “What and ever!”

          “Yeah, whatever.” I retorted apathetically. I wasn’t in the mood for loud banters.

         After a while, me, Brenda, Brennda (this is no typo. There really is another Brenda), Max, Theena and Jee-Jee decided to go back. They said the games might have started already.

          Max suddenly poked my right cheek and cooed. “Cassy has a crush on someone!”

          I glared at him frigidly. “Max, if you still value your life, you should stop talking.” I don’t like Mr. Nice Guy. Like, I only met the person today. Of course, I wouldn’t have instant feelings! He wasn’t even anyone relevant in my life!

          “I bet we're gonna bump into him later. He's probably just around the corner, smirking at you...” Jee kept on teasing, bringing his annoyingly hot breath near my ear. I see. So he hasn’t learned his lesson after I’d called him a fag.