The Culprit

III

Jessie's POV

Almost a week has passed now and something wasn't right, in school I could feel everybody's hatred towards me.

I was too confused as to why they always make this animalistic growling noise every time I passed by. Its like they always knew I was there, never in my life that I will be the center of attention.

I've always hid myself in my hoodie, I don't want them to have a glimpse on me especially my face. I am the reason why my family chooses hidden cities than the known one. I dreaded to live a normal life but instead god give me nothing but normal.

I am who I am, I couldn't change the fact that I have qualified all the female traits except I have penis instead of vagina and I don't have boobs as you have thought.

Femininity makes me felt dirty and unwanted. I don't have muscles like every man should have, I have fairly white skin like the snow on winter falls and as smooth as the cotton, grayish green hair that could only stand out the color of my forest green eyes, and I have this annoyingly pouty kissable pinkish lips that could attract everybody.

Walking on the street with my head held down, avoiding everybody's gaze and as I was about to turn to the other street I heard screeching of somebody's wheels.

I look up only to meet the most beautiful deep oceanic blue eyes that sprinkled under the shade of sunlight. A gasp escape from me as I take in the beauty shows in front of me, then again realization came to mind, his lustful eyes staring directly on me like a predator ready to attack his prey.

I want to run away from him, far away as possible but my body didn't obeyed my rational mind. My heart achingly beating so fast like I have just run in a marathon.

I stared at him with fear, he took a step forward only to make me step backwards, when I did that you'd notice the pain on those wonderful eyes.

'Mate' his deep and husky voice rang all over the place. A shivered run down to my spine and the last week event came rushing back like a flash.

That voice that has been haunted me for almost a week is now here in front of me, and especially those incredible touched that my body craved for.

When he take another step towards me I turn to my heel and run leaving him with painful expression. Seeing him in vulnerable states makes me want to go back and hug him tight.

But I was scared, scared of what I felt for the man. Today its common to see same sex to be in a relationship, I am not a homophobic person, I do not hate gays and I know in myself that I am one of them.

But what I felt for him is rare, its just a week since that happened and this is only the second time we've meet and to tell you our first encounter is not that nice.

Leaving him means also leaving my heart and soul. I felt empty without him by my side.

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