Coincidence, I think?

Chapter 3: White

"Where the hell is she?" I mumbled, standing impatiently outside the mall that we agreed on. I've been waiting for 30 minutes, litteraly just standing here outside. I frequently checked my phone for any replies from my dear friend. But she didn't even seen it.

I groaned in frustration, I almost throwed my phone in anger. I can't believe she ditched me! Or did that idiot lied to me earlier? Whatever it is, both of them are dead when I get home.

I walked inside, deciding to eat. I was frowning as I search a resto or something. My stomach only growled louder and I was being so picky. You know what, I'll just-

"Oops."

I fell flat on the floor. My jeans and T-shirt completely soaked. My eyes were wide, confused and shocked on what just happen. I looked up to meet a familiar face that only made my anger worsen.

"Oh my gosh, What are you blind?! Look what you did to my dress!" The little brat screeched. My eyes litteraly squint at her voice.

"This cost like more than a hundred dollar! You better pay for this."

Well, this is your typical spoiled brat that you don't meet everyday. I honestly don't know her name, but I do know she's holding a grudge against me. I only roast her here and there because I was annoyed at her one time here in the mall. I heard her father was the owner of this mall, which is why she likes to walk around in heels like she did benefitted something to make her father's business successful.

I stood up, frowned at the sight of my shirt. This was my favorite. I looked up, raising a brow at her which she copied. "Excuse me? Compare that to mine."

"Ew why would I compare my expensive outfit to yours which was clearly bought in a thrift store."

And what was the problem on buying clothes in a thrift store? (Um store or shop? Guys forgive there is no thrift thing here in the Philippines so I don't know how to call it.)

"Okay so what the hell are you trying to prove? That yours is so much expensive than mine? And since yours is so much expensive even the tiniest bit of stain deserves all the care in the world meanwhile me, completely drenched, noting that you bumped into me, is going to replace your stupid dress?" I said, keeping my cool cause I do not want to hit her.

"So your brain finally worked!"

"Oh so your agreeing to what I said that you bumped into me?" I smirked. God I'm wasting my time on this girl.

"I didn't say anything!"

"Yeah, yeah. I don't want to waste my time on you little girl. Now excuse me." I walked passed her, praying she won't follow me. Or even try to pick a fight with me. Because boi you do not want to mess with me when my stomach is growling.

"Why you-"

I turned, a hand was about to hit me and I didn't had the time to react. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact.

"What the hell Chelsea?" A familar voice was heard not long after. I opened my eyes, to see the brats hand was stopped by someone. I looked at the owner of the hand,

White.

He had long white hair just a few inches above his shoulder which was tied in a ponytail. His face was pissed, brows were crunched and his lips met in a thin line.

I gulped. Oh god.

"W-what do you want now?" Chelsea, I assume, looked noticeably scared as she looked at the guy.

"I caught all of that in camera. I'm pretty sure your father won't like this."

"Now who are you to-"

"Im serious. Apologize to her." He let go of her hand and stood beside me. Chelsea pouted and frowned like a little kid. It's hard to believe that this girl is almost my age.

"I-I... I hate all of you!" She exclaimed and took of, a maid following her. Oh so she had someone with her. I don't know if I should be happy or what, but I think I'd be even more pissed if that girl apologized to me.

The man beside me sighed. "I'm sorry for her behavior." I turned to look at him.

He smelled so good. I was a meter away from him but his smell was so strong. In a good way. It wasn't perfume, it was body scented.

"It's okay." I answered simply. I felt really awkward after that, both of us didn't know what to say. But as soon as my stomach growled again, I decided to say something but he cut me off.

"You look... messy." He said, referring to my outfit.

"Apparently I do." I chuckled.

I was surprised on what he did next. He took off his jacket and placed it around me. He hesitated, before putting his arms on my shoulders to lead me somewhere.

Damn his scent is driving me insane.