Perfect Proposal

7. Chased by him

"Come on, get up, let's finish this here, you coward prick." Leaning towards me, he yelled, while his breath fanned my ears, his taut voice drilled my ear drums, making thoughts hazy to a total point of oblivion.

"See, this will be the fate of those who chose to fight me." Laughters erupted from his dirty mouth, smothering the victory he grabbed.

I could barely hear the voices, because of the writhe I found myself suffering with. I quickly shook my head, and raised my face to meet his devilish glance.

"This isn't over, I am just getting started. Try me." Mumbling to myself, I gathered my shattered senses, and stretched my hands, pulling his legs, which was unexpected for him.

'Thud', with his laughters screeching to an abrupt halt, he landed on the floor on his butt. After pushing the spoon into the crook of his neck, I twisted it, a trick I learned which inflicts more pain without any blood shed, though as a beginner which caused much more pain than anticipated, yeah, he screamed that much.

I quickly stood, and pulled my knee up, and connected it with his jaw, thwarting the smallest chance he had to raise his courage to kick me, like he kicked me earlier.

He screamed, though my ears were laced by a crack sound, although the sound arose from his tight skinny jeans which decided to tore apart at this very moment of urgency, as if it were already planned by itself.

"Fuck." Tension crept on his sleek, tender cheeks, sweat drops ran in rivulets, aiming to embrace his face.

Suppressing the surge of laughter, along with the revenge I got, my face invited a serious calm tone to block the inevitable release of my fake beard and moustache, which seemed to lose its bond 'of love' with my jaw.

I quickly cupped my face, while watching him squirm under the agony I solemnly caused. I narrowed my eyes into slits, when I saw him standing up, gritting his teeth, and gluing his gaze at me, hoping to kill me just by his glare itself, which was wiped off by my smirk.

"You..You will pay for this." While covering his butt with his hands to hide the embarrassment of his torned jeans, he walked past me.

"I am waiting here for you always, sweety. And next time also please wear a skinny jeans, I wouldn't wanna miss the show." I yelled, giggling due to the chain events unleashed infront of me, only to meet my gaze with Ezlyn's, as she was busy gaping at me with her mouth firming an 'o' shape.

Adjusting my jacket, and still holding my cheeks with one hand, I smiled and waved at her, though she seemed to be lost in thoughts.

"Who are you?" The crowd around me applauded, only to be followed by the rain of questions about me.

"Basically I am a girl named Helen Jane in a men's attire, who wanted to kick that Jace's butt, which now seemed to be in no position to be kicked as it was on full display due to crack caused by his own jeans." My mind was too flustered to tell the truth which I hid behind my fake beard, but I chose to filter my words and put them in a deep slumber of silence.

"Man, that's awesome, who are you?" The crowd echoed the same question again for which I was too afraid to answer.

"Um..I.." I was zipped from mouth to my mind, failing to find an answer.

"I can tell." A husky sound drilled the crowd, and reached me, forcing my gaze to chase it's origin.

With a jolt, I turned, only to see that cursed guy from the bus stop who was indulging on to make me find that Magoa guy. A frown was etched in my face, seeing him again here, following me, which evoked a mixture of emotions, leaving their trail on my mind, and creeping up on my face.

"Damn."

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