(Rewritten) Chapter 2

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Akeith:

As I did every day, I walked along the sidewalks of the city, making my way to my job. And as usual each step I took was followed by the eyes young women. Some were brave enough to try and get my attention, others giggled to themselves with friends, and others just stared at me in an unnerving way

How annoying.

What was even more annoying was the fact that every time I was at work, some of the women i seen daily that checked me out shamelessly, often came to my work to visit with me. Dropping hints of what they wanted.

It was disgusting.

I worked at a feed store, a place farmers and ranchers can get grain for their animals, as well as hay, lumber and other things that any farmer or rancher should need at their farms/ranches. That was the economic center of this town, ranching and farming. Despite the size of the small city, nothing seems to have out ranching and farming, not yet at least.

Since I worked at a place I'm frequently lifting things and moving heavy things and sweating my ass of, that seems to give the women that stalked me a chance to come and take a peek at me as I work. Which can get exceedingly annoying when your trying to keep focused but all you can hear with your sensitive ears is a woman swooning and giggling at me from afar.

And it was always the same group of women, sometimes i think they're friends with the skank back at the apartments.

Yes, yes I know, you probably think I should love the attention, that my ego should be about the size of planet and be a cocky prick as most would think. Unlike other guys, I hate the attention, it was annoying and disgusting to have the attention.

Especially when I get the attention of skanks who could take a hint that love to try and seduce me as well as rub up on me. Which has resulted in a few of the women either getting shoved away by me, getting reported, or my favorite being an ass.

I'm not going to be an ass if a woman tries to flirt with me for the first time, I'll even let the second and third attempts pass. After that I tell them off in a much meaner way, not giving them any more nice treatment. You think with how brave they were being they'd be hardened enough to take an few insults.

Nope.

Like the weaklings they are, they run away sobbing, often times saying their going to get their boyfriends on me. Well there were some that were more strong willed and took the insults without a break of their spirit.

What I didn't get were the women that threatened to get their boyfriends on me for telling them off.

Why the hell were they even hitting of me if they were in relationships?

I don't do the whole slut-shame thing. A woman can fuck whoever they wanted, it was their body. But to me, if you have a boyfriend or in a relationship, don't mess around with other people, that makes you a slut. If the relationship is bad, then end it, it may not be easy but i'll help making the woman looking less like a cheating skank.

I really hated people though, it seemed I was always meeting idiots.

For once I would love to meet an intelligent person, but the intelligent people avoid me because of the 'bad' vibe I give off. The kind of vibe those women just LOVE, for some stupid reason.

A loud PING knocks me out of my thoughts as I enter the work site of my job.

Taking extra caution, I flip up the collars on my flannel jacket to hide the scar around my neck, before I grab a pair of gloves from the worker's lounge and slip them on. As I put them on one of my co-workers, Will , walks in, giving me a friendly greeting.

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