The Boy Who Doesn't Give Up II
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“Don’t you ever say a sentence without having to use that, you know, the eff word?”
“No and you got nothing to do about it.”
“That’s one.”
“f**k off.”
“That’s not another word.” He pressed his lips together briefly after replying. “I’m just saying that if you still want to be with the people you love the most, you should at least take care of yourself and live long with them, right?” The way he just f*****g said that made it sound like he was a f*****g fairy godmother or some s**t.
“I don’t f*****g love anyone.” I said in a low tone. Just like every conversation I seemed to be having with this guy, I have no idea where it was going to lead us to. “Not even your stupid God.”
He looked a little surprised but he recovered quickly after realizing what I just said. “I’ll… respect your religion.”
I wheezed. “I am a f*****g catholic, for f**k’s sake.”
He looked more surprised now. I guess anyone would be surprised when someone disgraces their religion and realizing you’re actually f*****g one of them. “I’ll,” he paused, bobbing his head countless times as if his soul had left his body. “Respect your beliefs then.”
“Even the most wicked demons on and underneath the surfaces of the Earth?”
He smiled and nodded his head like a f*****g dog.
That didn’t work. I’m more surprised I even asked him that. I shouldn’t be pushing him to keep making conversations with me, f**k. But in my defense, I thought it was going to scare the hell out of him. Turns out the kid wasn’t scared of anything
“There must be someone you love. Even Hades loves Persephone.”
“Loved.”
“W— Still, he loved her.”
“Love isn’t real.”
He frowned at my reply. “How do you say that?”
“It doesn’t exist.”
“It does.”
“It doesn’t.”
“It does and when you start to feel it,” He paused, looking away with a smile. “It going to feel like the most wonderful thing in the world.”
I squinted my eyes at him. “The only wonderful thing I want right now is for you to leave me alone.”
“But you didn’t even give it a chance to see if I could be the wonderful thing in your life.”
I firmly eyed the guy at how confident he was with everything he was saying. He stared back at me with a smile that seemed to shine brighter than the sun. Love? I paused, making a small scoff. I felt my stomach gnarl as I pictured Polar in a bed, lifeless. “Look, Mason.” I slammed my palms over the table and glared at him. “Don’t even think that you’re having the slightest chance of being with me. I’ve seen better guys do better than you and I turned them all down because I f*****g despise creatures of your kind.” I said in the most disgusted tone I could do. “Save your f*****g heart and screw away.”
“I would, but the thing is…” He pouted, tilting his head a little as he spoke. “I’m not Mason.” He continued eating calmly. “Besides. I’m not hoping for a chance to be with you because I already am with you.” Another fairly good point he made. That’s more than Han could ever do. “I just want to be friends. There’s really nothing wrong with that.”
When will this guy stick in his weed brain that I will never acknowledge him as my friend? This is making me even more frustrated than having to deal with creatures like him. I should just f*****g ignore him by all means. I should. But sometimes he just does things that was inevitable to respond to.
“And I’ll only get more annoying if you ignore me. If you were to give me a chance, the chances of you finding me less annoying would likely be high.”
I turned to the guy furiously. f**k. This one’s smarter than I thought. I always knew he was smart from the getup but I didn’t think he’d be smart enough to match with my level of intellect. If there’s something I really hate the most, it’s the annoying smart people ones. “Then so be it. I’ll just have to lay my fist on your precious f*****g angel s**t face.” I threatened but the kid f*****g smiled and looked at me with his dumb, stupid face.
“You think I have an angel face?”
My brows creased inner. “Angel s**t face.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you still called it an angel,”
I squinted my eyes, shaking my head. I hate arguing with smart people because they always find a way throw the question back.
“I believe you wouldn’t do that though.” He looked up to me and smiled even wider. “You only hit people when they do something wrong.”
I tried to hide how surprised I was by this guy – I’m getting too surprised by him and I don’t like it. The way he surprises me makes me unable to ignore and avoid him even if I tried.
“Am I not right?”
He was right but I would never admit that to myself, to him, or anyone else.
“You have your own sense of justice.”
I don’t f*****g like it one bit. I don’t like the way he words out my actions and makes them look good. Which contradicts every name and rumors they say about me. It was like everything was inexistent to him and he was giving it all a new meaning. “You don’t f*****g know that.”
He let out a small pathetic chuckle like a girl in pig tails. “I know because you even saved me that night.”
That night? What the actual f**k is this guy saying? Is he actually a drug user and he’s just f*****g high the entire week while I was being sober and not sober in between the days?
“That night they were forcing me to drink that stuff in a red cup.” Every party I attend to uses a f*****g red cup. This kid was obviously not accustomed to the lifestyle of night parties to insist on it as a signifier. “You came up and drank it for me. You even glared at me.”
I creased my brows. When have I ever— No s**t. Was it this guy? The Detective Conan kid Walter was picking on some nights ago. Holy f*****g s**t. So this was the nerd that Walter was messing with at that shitty party Han forced me to attend to. I crossed my arms, still in disbelief. Funny how my memories are so clear when I picture notes and lectures but it never applies to people. I guess the alcohol’s a big effect too. “That night, I didn’t want to see a cockroach die just because he can’t even handle himself.”
“You’re not even denying it.”
What is there to deny anyway?
“Cool.” He looked back at his food and I was confused. Why did he think I would I deny it? “What if you were pregnant and I tell you that I’m the father because we were both wasted last night?”
What the f**k? I crouched away in disgust, choking on the food I was getting inside my mouth. I pounded on my chest as an impulsive response.
“This is why you shouldn’t believe people too easily.”
“Seeing you at the party is a fact.” I immediately cut him off. “Me, having s*x, is not a good example because even if I was paid to have s*x with a billionaire with drop dead looks, I still won’t do it.”
He froze and kept his eyes on me.
“There’s a reason why I didn’t deny it. It’s called facts.”
He looked at me with a genuinely amused smile, then he nodded. “See. You’re a good person. You just don’t want to admit it.”
I looked away in regret. Why did that even came out of my mouth after just telling myself to f*****g ignore the kid. f**k. This is what I meant when I said his ballsiness was peaking my interest. This isn’t going the way I hoped. “I’m not and you better stop talking to me.” I said in a more rather serious tone. “I hate having to deal with this kind of attention everyday just because a popular jerk like you is sitting with a f*****g spawn of evil.”
“So you know…”
“So of course, I know!” I scoffed, looking away and shaking my head at how ridiculous his comment was. “They amplify their f*****g whispers like they don’t f*****g know they do it on purpose.”
He smiled wider. “I’ll leave you alone now,” Finally. “So you can eat comfortably.” f**k. “I’ll see you at Chemistry class later.” Yeah, no. Don’t f*****g bother – the way you never bothered me before until that night you just mentioned today.
I wasn’t even heading to my Chemistry class enthusiastic anymore because I knew the kid would be there to annoy the hell out of me. I’ve done everything in my power to try and scare the s**t out of him, but they never worked on him as opposed to other guys I’ve dealt with for the past years. Maybe I should think of something bigger now. Maybe I should kidnap him or something or make it look like I’m going to kill him so he can stop. But that’s going to send me to jail, and I couldn’t afford to bring myself in a cell when I know I have responsibilities to take care of.
“You are to finish the test in thirty minutes and by the time I start this timer, your thirty minute starts.” Well, no s**t sherlock. “Go!” Not even a countdown. Okay. f*****g tests and bullshit.
- Writer
