This chapter is dedicated to miss katie. thank you for being so kind to me. You are an inspiration. :)
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C H A P T E R E I G H T
Too Late, Brain, Too Late. I'm Already in Big Poop of Trouble
"What is this place?" I asked as I got off from Daniel's bike. We stopped in front of an old, traditional Korean house with a huge, tall gate. I still had no idea why we were here.
Daniel took off his helmet. His hair was disheveled. Even so he looked like a model that came out from a magazine.
"Come on, let's go inside," he said, and then started to walk towards the house. I didn't follow him. Daniel looked back at me, "What are you doing, Crystal? C'mon, let's go inside. It's too hot in here," he narrowed his eyes under the sun and waited for me to respond.
"What are we going to do in there?" I demanded, crossing my arms in front of my chest. Hey, although he was nice and showed me kindness, I still have to raise my guard. I only knew him by his name and well, his shiny black motorcycle. He knew to speak Korean language and I think I heard him say Japanese as well, but that's it. I knew nothing more about him.
"Are you still thinking I'm kidnapping you?" his voice was laced with annoyance. "You do know that it's not kidnapping because you came with me willingly," he continued.
"Willingly?" I scoffed. "You embarrassed me in front of those people, who apparently thought we are these perfect, cute couple," I made gestures with my hands to show my point. "And one of them said, we reminded her of her youthful years! Can you just imagine the memories that got back to her because of us?"
He raised his eyebrow at me, "And is that supposed to be a bad thing?"
I threw my hands up in the air, "No, the thing is we're misleading them. We showed them a picture of perfect couple that usually exists in Disney fairytales. It's like giving them false hope," Daniel looked at me in amusement, "Why are you so hyped up about that? It's not like we are a real couple," my face became hot in embarrassment. The guy is right. We were not really dating, so why am I acting like I'm a girlfriend? Why was it such a big deal to me, when in fact, to him it's nothing? I moved my eyes to the ground, to hide my shameful face.
"And you think we're perfect together?" I heard him say and on that exact moment, I wanted to vanish like some ships that gone missing in Bermuda Triangle. Even my brain was telling me it wants to be buried under the ground like the giant statues in Easter Island because of humiliation. I was in a state of disgrace, and no amount of vintage dresses or even my overpriced bag could save me from this one. In spite of how good the guys of 911 were, the team wouldn't be able to redeem my already shameful soul.
The next thing I knew, Daniel was already in front of me, like a foot away from me. I didn't even noticed he moved from his place, "And you think love gives false hope? Have you been in love Crystal?" I did not dare say anything because I knew the answer for that. Yes, I love my books, I love my cheesecake, I love my friends and family, but I have never ever in my twenty - three years of boring life, been in love to the opposite Homo sapiens. But don't act presumptuously sorry for me. I also had my fair share of suitors who either came with a bouquet of arrogance or a box of unashamed love that later shrinks into a tiny, shred of false love. I had a handful of good - looking guys usually the sons of CEOs, that only look good outside, but the inside was rotten with their oversized haughtiness and they constantly talked about the stock market, the exchange of money, and the net and income of the company. There were also some who came first with sincerity and maybe love that I really thought would stand a chance. However, I didn't know what happen but I guess it's one of those cliché moments you often see in television when a girl and a boy decided not to pursue any further of their relationship. Maybe it's also one of the reasons why mother set me up with Jeremy. Seeing and hearing news about me turning down rich guys was not something that may please my mother.
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