Chapter 12

I looked at the entrance of the cafeteria where King's other friends were.

My eyes hit a man who had a side view of my behavior and they were already talking to their team.

He said something to his teammates and they both laughed.

My forehead furrowed and I just stared at him.

He has this color black top knot hair, a one sided dimple that just comes out of while he smiles, a not so chinky eyes and a pointed nose plus a curved lips with a natural pink color.

He is also handsome but I did not type him.

I saw him slowly turning around in my behavior so our eyes were met.

A smirk immediately plastered on his lips and he playfully wink at me.

I just shook my head and just looked at him seriously.

He is really crazy.

I really want to punch his face.

I averted my eyes because I did not like his gaze. It was as if he was undressing me with his stares at me.

I continue eating, I wanted to finish here so I could leave. And One more lot of girls looking at me here.

Yesterday someone was also fighting with me but I did not fight back. Because if I fight back to them the mess might get worse.

When I finished eating I quickly left. I even passed the man who winked at me earlier.

His smile was so sticky and I was sick with his face.

I don't like Playboy's because I remember most of what happened to my mommy at the hands of my own father.

I should have forgotten that because I was only hurting more for my mommy.

I went straight to the field because there was more time to hang out there. I also don't like the rooftop because King is always there.

And he is another I do not want to see him. I just get annoyed every time I see him.

When I got to the field I immediately sat down where I was lying under a tree.

Even the hot sun is here is not. The leaves of the tree is so thick and many branches.

Sometimes I climb here to the top of a tree and sleep. Because the branches are big, so I can't fall.

In the heat of the day there are still soccer players on the field, there is also badminton.

I leaned against the tree and snatched my cellphone from my pants and immediately plugged in my headset.

While listening to music I was looking at the players.

And I just noticed that King's other friends are playing now. And since this morning I have not seen that King. What is he up to now and not annoying me?

Maybe that's a woman again, he's annoying. Why am I thinking of that man?

I think I did not realize that the man who winked at me in the cafeteria earlier approached me here. What is he doing here?

I pretended to ignore him. I avoided looking at soccer players because they were all in my attention.

"Are you here to watch?"

What did this man think I was here to watch them?

I can hear what he said because I don't play loudly.

I removed one of my headsets and looked at him.

"No."

I heard his laugh because of my answered to him.

"So, why are you here?" he asked me again.

"Can't you see?"

"I see you watching us."

Where does this man hide the shame in his body? He's Handsome but very assuming.

"Actually no. I'm always here to hang out and not watch your game."

I averted my eyes.

"Okay, by the way. I'm Hero Hendrix."

He held out his hand to me but I did not reach for it.

"I am not interested."

He laughed out loud as I answered him. It is not wrong to tell the truth because it is true. I am a straight woman.

I don't like his aura. I don't like playboy.

"I'm interested in you."

Am I saying that? What does he think of me like the women here at the University?

He is wrong ...

"I don't care ..."

I put a headset over my ear again and closed my eyes. I also turned up the volume of my cellphone so as not to hear what he was saying that I would vomit.

I am allergic to playboy boys. I don't want them to approach me because I'm sick of them.

Yes, I'm a man hater. I admit that I am like that.

I was not hurt either, but since I witnessed mommy's suffering at Daddy's hand I no longer like men.

I had a crush when I was in elementary school, I was still in grade six and he was my classmate.

When I was 14 I lost my crush on him because I witnessed how mommy cried when she found out daddy was a woman.

Since then it has stuck in my brain and mind that I should not love because I will only be hurt like mommy.

I became even more angry with the men when I saw my sister who was also hurt because of the man. My sister committed suicide because of her pest boyfriend.

I hate Playboy's. Because of daddy mommy neglected her body until she got sick and gave up her body.

I was left with my daddy. Daddy was even happier because he was finally able to be with his mistress.

I also don't like mistress. I hate them.

Why do they like to be married man. Do they enjoy harassing and destroying family members?

Because of my excessive thinking, my tears suddenly flowed.

I also turned off the song I was listening to.

"Why are you crying!"

What is this guy doing here? He is still annoying me. I am sad today.

I'm not in mood...

I ignore him. I pretended to be still listening to the song.

I knew he was looking at me. I hope he leaves so I can hit him.

"Whatever your problem is. Just cry. Everything will be fine."

To be continued...