Copter hiding behind the building again. It's the 3rd time this week...and its only Thursday. One more day left before the weekend.
He sighed relieved but the blood start draining from his face when he heard a footstep. Slowly stepping backward, he run towards the green maze that more taller than him. He turn left, right, and left again and more turning till he reach at the middle of the maze that hide the beautiful garden with small fountain.
The garden that bloom beautifully from various kind of flower that rarely visited.
He sighed relief when he confident he ditch the monsters.
Yes. THE MONSTERS. What he label the people who keep chasing him.
Why they keep doing that to him?
Should he perform cosmetic surgery to remove his dimple?
This dimples that make the people goes crazy around him. Chasing him, trying to squeeze his face, poking his dimple, pinching his cheek whatever that satisfied them.
Never in his life he imagine he will hate his dimple. During highschool the dimple save him a lot. People will give in with whatever he want except his best friend and his family only by flashing his smile that surely will lock their eyes to the two prominent dimples that he had.
He thought life in college will be the same or maybe less attraction but it turn opposite.
He had a peaceful day for a year of freshman until someone publish his photo on cute-boy-webpage in his early 2nd years.
Thats when his life changes. Starting from people asking for a single photo to people want to touch him and thus the long list.
What he doesn't understand is...he is a man. A MAN. He believe the word cute only exist for a girls. Not him at least.
He rubbed his cheek. He doesn't need to see mirror to know how red his cheek are. They manage to pinch his cheek for few second before he manage to get away from the crowd and run here. He's not purposely showing his dimple. It happen even without him smiling! Note that!
This week is the worst. Man start to join the torture as previously only involved the squealing monster girls. He know his cheek will rip off by the end of this week.
Copter sighed for thousands of times. He smack himself when he forgot to take his bag pack during the chaos.
"Maybe I should ask Tee to bring back my bag home." He said while leaning on the green maze looking straight to the glistering fountain.
"Damn you, monster! Pinch your own cheek will you!!!!" He shouted making the peaceful black birds fly away.
"It's what you call tempting." He turn when he heard a voice before cupping his own cheek as a defense.
"P-please. Not again. I'm hurt. Can we do tomorrow?"
The man walk slowly scaring Copter that left with no energy to run. He closed his eyes for the torture. He's too tired to do anything anymore. Might be surrender to this person instead of the crowd is the best choice. Running will exposed him to the crowd monsters and surely he will die.
A cold feeling on his cheek makes his eyes open. He reach for his cheek only to encounter a cold bottle water.
"It will help for now". The man said before turning away.
Copter follow the movement muttering the word thank you before his eyes lock at the bracelet on the man right hand.
It look familiar. He frown trying to remember where he saw it before his brain cell click.
