More Than A Bestfriend

~Chapter seven.

True.

Stranger?

What the hell is he doing here?

Why can't he disappear from my sight?

Why does his manly body have to have an enormous ego placed on it?

Why does he have to be so hot and evil at the same time?

What am I going to say to him now?

"Uhm, W-what are you doing here?" I ask and close my book, then dump it in my bag.

"And we meet again. This is what I call, fate. Fate brought us together. . . again. Isn't it cute?" He smirks, taking a seat next to me. From the way he is dressed, it is either he just came from basketball practice or he went to the gym. He had a little bit of sweat on his forehead and biceps. Not much biceps. . .

"Ew, don't mention fate and cute, it doesn't match and it is gross. I come-" My mouth makes an 'o' shape when I realise that I'm not supposed to talk about my feelings and my life to anybody. Not even. . . stranger.

"You come here every time, I know." He says with a shrug.

How did he. . .? He must be a wizard!

"Nah, you guessed wrongly. You don't know anything about me." I say plainly and look away.

"I know enough that you come here four to eight times in a month. You were writing something before I called for your attention. Dear Future me. It seems pretty nice. I've always wandered how the future would be for me." He turns to me.

"And how is your so-called future any of my business?" I ask.

I don't know the force that is pushing me to have a conversation with him. Dang, stupid force.

"It should be. You'll be in it, love." He grins deviously, making me want to gag.

"Disgusting, never. Bye now." I spring up from my seat to walk away.

"Not yet. I've got time for you today. Can we just hang out like normal and sane people?" He drags me back to my chair. My eyes want to rip his head apart.

"Why? I hate you." I say.

"Not surprised there," he yawns. "Anyway, can I chill with you?"

"No." I shrug and fold my arms.

"Come on, it will be fun." He whines, like a child. I had to accept.

"Sure. You better not annoy me, stranger." I point at him.

His brows furrow with a face of annoyance and other feeling related things. "I told you when we first met, It's Chad, not stranger."

Hm, Chad. I remember the name now.

"Okay, Chad. Do you even remember my name?" I question.

He strokes his jaw for a moment. "Yep. The name's True. How can anyone forget that name?"

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to remember. Were you just complimenting me or what?" I ask.

"Not really. If you were that pretty, I'd have told you." He grins and removes his phone from his shorts.

My face turns red. Once again, stranger doesn't know how to choose his words. I immediately regret why I agreed to stay and have a chat with him.

"So, mind telling me about our school?" He faces me. I didn't say a word. My anger was already on a hundred degrees and counting.