My Middle Finger Likes You

Ch.48| MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP!

"I like you", a boy once said to me. "Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

"...uhh," I fidgeted, my fingers playing one another, "But you need to answer this one question I prepared for you, is that okay?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Uh, do you plan on becoming my husband?" I asked him bluntly. 

"...."

"I mean, I'm pretty serious on relationships, so every of my firsts need to be for my future husband. Like my first kiss, my virginity, but I'm not saying that we should marry right away. Uh I mean like---"

"Are you fucking kidding me? Who would want to marry an ugly-faced bitch like you?" was his final response before I punched him right in the face.

The end.

Well, if you're wondering, that's not my story, but it will be my story once that friend of mine confesses to me. I knew he likes me since... Am told me. I had my suspicions first, I mean like why would he gave me a fucking rose on Valentine's day? And why would he offer to buy me a Luffy figurine or Lego or something like that for my birthday? Not only that, he wanted to buy me a ticket for me to go to Prom together with him; he will pay it for me! He even told me I was beautiful. Like wtf. The signs are so goddamn visible. It made me cringe. 

I wanna tell you a story that happened to me when I was in 4th grade. And this time, it really happened. The first boy confessed to me. 

His name is Dylan, and you probably remembered him from my first book, when I mistook a stranger for him. I forgot what chapter it is, but he actually confessed to me and I took it seriously.

Dylan: Tiffany.

Me: Hm? Yes?

Dylan: I think I may have fallen for you. I think I like you.

Me: ....

I was... (how old was I again when I was a 4th grader?) I dunno, but I was pretty young that time and since it was my first time being confessed to, I didn't know what to reply. So I left him hanging and I was stuck throughout the whole night thinking what I should reply to him or how should I react to him in the morning.

I made up all this answers to reply to him, when the next morning, fucking reality slapped me hard in the face. 

Dylan went into the classroom as I seated myself in the corner of the room. When he saw me, he smiled and made his way to my desk. I felt my heart go ba-dump ba-dump, and my mind was jumbled up. He stopped in front of my table, and opened his mouth to say...

Dylan: Tiffany, about what I said yesterday...

Me: Yes?

Dylan: Forget it. I don't think I like you.

Me: Um.. what? Can you repeat that again for me?

Dylan: Anyway, I gotta return to my desk. See ya. 

Me: WAIT! WAIT! COME BACK! I NEED YOU TO SAY IT TO MY FACE AGAIN! I DIDN'T QUITE CATCH THAT! HEY, DYLAN! HEY! COME BACK HERE YOU BASTARD! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! 

The end. (real the end right here)

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First confession went downhill.