His Biggest Problem

His Biggest Problem

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:[ EXCERPT ]: "Why do you always run away from me?" I asked, taking a seat next to him on the half-way fence which is not that high. Just only the hip length. He emitted a huge breath as he flinged his backpack carelessly to the side on the ground. "Why are you so nosy?" I shrugged. "You're my classmate and also my next-door neighbor. I care at least." He took a moment to reflect on what I've just said. "What do you mean you care?" he burst out suddenly. "Don't try to make me think that you're pitying my personality." I closed my two eyes instantly as I braced myself for the impact. But none was approaching. "What exactly are you doing?" he asked. I lifted my lashes with caution. A smirk started forming on his lips. "You've got a problem, you know," I muttered, adjusting my hair. He shook his head. "Wrong. I've got problems. And you're the biggest of them all," he backed up the statement with his all-known signature grin. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!
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Today is my first day of a new school , I'm so happy that I didn't think anything could go wrong......but it did because life's a bitch . I was walking the hallways with my stuff that I got from the guidance office and I bump into a wall....no, not a wall....a living, breathing human . "Watch where you're going." He angrily muttered . I knew that voice anywhere. I looked up and saw him there, he stood tall in black jeans and a white t-shirt, staring at the ceiling . "Well, well, well, hello asshole." I said, glaring up at him. His eyes widened. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He asked me. "Apparently bumping into you." I said. "I hate you!" He said. "So do I, but you know what they say... actions speak louder than words." I said punching him square in the face. He fell down holding his jaw. "I hope it hurt." I said. Then I casually walked away like nothing ever happened, hiding my bruised hand in my jacket pocket. [COMPLETED]

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