The Heartless

Playboy Alert

I walked down the hall way to my locker. I was never a morning person and I dragged myself to the locker EACH morning.

"Heyyyyy! You are late againnn!" Megan shouted as I opened my locker.
I simply grinned at her. "You know Megs, not a morning person."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Listen I have accounting right now okay? Text me after your class and meet me up at the cafeteria maybe!"

I winked at her and she set off for her lecture. I still had half an hour for my first lecture to begin so I decided to sit outside and sun bathe myself (as if I needed more of it anyway). Megan and I became friends quite unexpectedly. Even though we had differences, I tried my best to be there for her and we both sticked around with one another pretty well.

I was busy going through my book (obsessed with Nicola Yoon I was) when I realised that a figure was standing beside me. I turned around to see the coffee shop guy standing right in front of me. WHAT THE HELL?

I raised my eyebrow in complete disgust.
"What's your PROBLEM!!!" I yelled.
He looked around to see people staring at us now. But like I cared anyway.
"Why are you following me. I hardly KNOW you!"

He casually sat down on the grass, leaving decent enough space between us.
"You forgot this on your coffee table," he said as he handed me over my mini notebook. How come I handed realised that it was missing all along from my bag.

"I don't follow girls, they follow me. So you don't need to flatter yourself really," he smirked.

I laughed an utterly sarcastic laugh. "Oh that's really good of you that they follow you Mr. Show Off," I rolled my eyes helplessly.

"Matt Foyld it is. My name," he said.
"Well, I am least bothered whether you are Matt or whoever. You just said that you don't follow girls and you are still sitting here... describes much," I daunted him.

He gave me a hard stare and stood up to leave. He passed me one final glance and strolled away.
Why would he even bother following me to just hand me over a notebook? He doesn't follow girls so why was he following me? Double standards I muttered under my breath and continued reading my book. But deep down inside I knew that it was not a good sign. A playboy following me up to my college was no good sign. I had to stay cautious.