"Wait, darling! Let me love you. Is there anything wrong with that?""Uhm, yeah. Cause you're not my type." I yelled back.
Are you an athlete person?
Good stamina and leg power to run a marathon?
Good.
Let's change shoes for a bit then. 'Cause seriously, I rather die than go on a date with that guy. A man in his mid-30's is chasing me. Wearing a navy blue suit and the ugliest tie I have ever seen. Well, wanna know what's the reason for us supposedly going on a date even though I clearly don't like him?
Easy.
Mr. Cupid.
I turned a sharp right to a crowded street, slowing down and blending in the sea of heads. To hide my brown hair, I grabbed a red scarf from one of the coat racks of a nearby cafe. The guy, Luke, is frantically shouting for my name. I kept a normal pace before disappearing to another corner.
I'm gonna keep this scarf. It just feels so nice.
Bang.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts like I just got shot by an arrow at the chest.
Not by a baby on diapers, who had wings and carry a little bow.No.
But by a smoking hot guy with dark black eyes and hair. Wearing a leather jacket on a black shirt, dark blue jeans and black converse. His stare was cold, very cold. Like if you stayed under it for about a few minutes, you're as good as a corps.
"Mr. Cupid, nice to see you again." I said, not budging from my spot. "I see that you have shot me again. Who is it this time? An old pervert? The mailman who chews mint and gum all day? Or perhaps that guy with a mole on his nose who lives next to me?"
He didn't say anything. Instead, he smiled as if he's the devil himself.
"Well, I had enough of you and your love arrows." I grabbed the black arrow stabbed at my chest then threw it on the ground, "See? I'm so sick of it that I'm immune with the love spell already."
His smile grew wider, amused from my rebellion.
"I won't sulk about a nasty break up or straight up rejection anymore. Thanks to you, and your stupid match making, I finally dumped the idea of love and falling in love. It's time for this girl to take her revenge."
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Alright, hello there!
Welcome to the world of Cupids and love.Ha-ha, why do I keep on writing, knowing I have a killer schedule and Ehm, yeah short readers. (Not short-short as in height kinda short, okay)
Well, whatever, I just love writing. You might not know, it has a 'shot' right?
Even though I sometimes write 'Cupid' things.Please don't hate me.
My puns are horrible.
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Targeting Mr. Cupid: Revenge of the broken girl
HumorIt hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts like I just got shot by an arrow at the chest. Not by a baby on diapers, who had wings and carry a little bow. No. But by a smoking hot guy with dark black eyes and hair. Wearing a leather jacket on a black s...