STRANGEPOX

Soda

I heard footsteps approaching me. I sighed. God, why do I attracts trouble so much today than any other day? Most importantly, that guy was so persistent on being apologetic that it disgusts me. I stopped walking and gave him a stare. Out of nowhere, he handed me a soda drink... well, kind of. I never see that brand here. Now THAT being mentioned, he was not wearing a student card. Then, how did he enter campus ground without visitors' pass?

Something is fishy here. My gut is telling me to keep my guard up around this unknown man but he kept smiling, that was the creepiest part. I know European is friendly, but man... never I thought they were this persistent on forming bonds with acquaintances. s**t, HE IS STILL SMILING. What the hell is wrong with this man? Did he have some loose screws?

"Sorry, I'm not accepting things from stranger. Thanks, anyways." I gave him an awkward smile and started walking away from that man. I just noticed that he had red dots on his neck. Might be body acne? Maybe, though. It is not my problem to know any of that. Still, he was way too suspicious. I should report this to the campus' authorities, just in case that something went wrong.

You thought he stopped catching up to me? Nope my friends, he did not. Just when I tried to walk away from him, he grabbed me by my shoulder with an intense force that I had to make a sudden brake on my foot. Luckily, I did not lay on the rugged trail. He was muscular and well built; hence his grip exerted a great torture on me. Poor my brittle bones to have this agony.

"Please accept this to soothe my guilt." He insisted.

"If I take this, would you stop following me? I might fail a class if you still trailing behind me." I am so done with this guy. Just a little bit more, and I might kill him with my pens and textbooks. Most significantly, did he intend to kill me with that force on my shoulder? I mean, he had just enough strength to slaughter me without any hesitation.

He nodded, "Of course," loosening the grasp of his hand, before expressing his joy towards my acceptance of his kindness, "What a profound woman with a wondrous attitude."

I grabbed the tin can, "Thanks." and started to bolt away. Somehow, somewhere, something is really wrong with that guy. His grin gave me a creepy vibe. The tones of his words were nightmarish. The worst part of those things is that I could sense a murderous instinct encircled him. Even after he was almost nowhere to be seen, that feeling would not disappear.