Pimentel Princess #wattys2018

Chapter 46 : Little Yoyo's pov (part 2)

The wooden bench was damp, but I didn't care. The wind was pushing against the warmth of my cheek, unable to rid me of the hot feeling inside.

People pass with their dogs running fast to warm themselves up from the cold. If only there was a way I could rid myself of this surplus heat.

Fumes of tobacco invade my nostrils, and instead of moving away I take them in. I look to see where they'd been escaping from and to my right was a man in his mid 30s.

He's wearing a long black coat like an undertaker as he inhales the harmful substance.

His nails are greying, and his fingers have multiple symbols tattooed.

The man turns to me, and smiles, wrinkles retreating beside his eyes but his eyes were lifeless, black and hollow sending an instant shiver down my spine.

"Girl troubles, laddie?" He says in a London accent, as he lets out a puff of smoke causing me to cough.

When I finally clear my throat I respond to him.

"Yeah uh, I guess," I try not to look in his dark eyes, but I am forced to when he chuckles loudly making a few pigeons fly away.

The man looked like he was way past his due date, but his laughter showed liveliness.

"Oh Yoan Cabrera, you and your father never had luck with girls," Chucking the remnant of his burnt cigarette and stomping on it.

He must be some super fan to stalk us to another country. But I look at him up and down.

He can't be a super fan.

"Who are you?" I say in a low voice.
He smiles, shaking his head.

"If I told you, you'd plan an early grave," he says chuckling.

"How do you know of me?" I ask. I was concerned.

His head shoots towards me rapidly.

"Want me advice?" He says in a cold voice, his face stiff.

"Go on," I signal for him to carry on.

"Take Hafsa, she really loves you. I think, you'd be happy with her. I can see a life of destruct and disorder with January. She will not make you happy, Hafsa will. And Serena? She will have a good future, and, well I can't tell you too much but Will is a good man," he says, tapping his nose, like Santa did as a kid.

I nod. Trying to comprehend what this new information meant for me.

"See ya old man," I say shaking his hand.

"Bye, Prince," he smirks. How did he know the nickname from school back in Cali?
Never mind.

Now it's all well and good, but the question still weighted on my mind.

Who do I choose? Hafsa or January?

After watching The notebook, I still had no idea. I actually thought I could get help by watching that, crazy right?

But Ally in the end went with her gut. Not what people told her. So my gut says January.

But the man, he wasn't normal. How'd he know my name and how'd he know Serena's future? He might be right.

I knock on Hafsa's bedroom door.

"Come in," She sings.

She pulls out her earphones, motioning for me to sit. I look at her Justin Bieber duvet cover.

"Really? What if I sit on Bieber's face?" I point at the bed.

"Justin wouldn't mind, with that ass," she giggles pointing at me.