Chapter 4

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I went home looking like a zombie. I still can't get over with what happened earlier. His presence still lingers in me.

Ever since our elementary days we've known each other but we seldom talk cause Im not really interested in talking with him.

He even confessed his feelings which I found funny. I was laughing that time when he confessed cause I thought he was joking.

How in the world would Tanner Pons like me?

Im just plain.

So I didn't take it seriously and set it aside. We didn't talk after that confession. It seems like our friendship ended though we really never had that so called friendship cause we often talk but I still treat him as a friend.

Sometimes I would catch him stealing glances at me when I eat or when we're in class. Or maybe Im just assuming cause maybe just maybe he's looking someone beside me or the person behind me so i didn't make it a big deal.

I didn't actually believe him. Knowing him, girls like me doesn't suit his type. Again, Im plain. Im not even popular.

When we graduated I transfered school but I never expected that he'd also transfer and worst the same school as mine. At first I thought that it was just coincidence but no. I think he is really following me.

"Why are you looking like you just got raped?"

"Oh shit!"

"Language honey."

"Sorry mom. You startled me. What do you expect?" I rolled my eyes.

"Go to your room and shower. You stink!" She says while covering her nose and looking at me like a street person who didn't took shower for a decade.

I clicked my tongue and climb up the stairs while thumping my feet. Why would she say such insulting words? tss.

I was taking my shower when someone knock on the door.

"What now mom?"

"come with me honey. Im going to your Aunt Lilie's house. Im going to give her something important."

"Why not give it to her tomorrow morning?" I hissed. Im currently enjoying my shower and I know that everyone doesn't like being bothered when talking an extremely relaxing shower. but then here's my mom persuading me to come with her.

"It's urgent honey. She needs it right now. You need to come whether you like it or you like it. And also, we're not taking the car. We're walking."

Ughhhhh. I mentally screamed at that.

I didn't replied and then i heard my door shut indicating that my mom is already out. I hurriedly finish and wear pajamas and sweater so that when we go home i can go straight to bed and sleep.

I went down the stairs and saw my mom in the livingroom.

"Lets go honey?"

I nodded.

We're currently walking and mom's singing again. for fucks sake, shut up mom.

"Isn't the nature beautiful? the wind is cool and the trees are singing?" What? trees are singing? I cant hear any voices tho. what is she talking about.

Mom please shut up and just walk.

on the other side of the street i saw a golden retriever dog. Its so cute I want to cuddle it to sleep.

I immediately walk close to it and sit in front of it. They say that the way to a dog's heart is to look at it in the eye.

I look at it.

Like seriously, im looking at it and mentally praying that it'll also look back.

I think my eyes are about to pop.

but then it look in the other side.

It totally ignored me.

"Ya! Look at me!"

Why are you ignoring me huh?

No

Ignoring would be an understatement.

It should be Dog-noring.

Why?


cause it ignored me and its a Dog so I'll call it Dog-noring. get it?

im stupid

"You're so cute! Look at me. Ya! Look at me!" I say while shaking its head. Im surprise that it doesn't bark or bite at me. Whoever raises this dog is really loving and soft.

"Stop dog-noring me and look at me."


"Have you gone crazy?"

I was startled and look where the random voice came. Oh it was mom.

"Have you gave it to her already?"

"Yes dear. Now lets go home before everyone thinks that I have an insane daughter that forces a dog to look at her." She stop herself from laughing.

I know im stupid.



laugh it out mom before you'll fart.


After that we walked home and I climb upstairs and go to bed immediately.

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