I watch him from where I sat on the grass, leaning my back against the tree he had leaned on when I first saw him tonight. He stood on my right, smoking a stick of cigarette as he watches the loud riot takes place in front of Damon's house. I silently stare to study his profile and took notice of his good looks again.
The first time I saw him, he had been the mysterious yet handsome stranger who never talks to anyone unless he needs to or he wants to. I was just the little freak girl who watches him from afar and when he finally did notice me it wasn't for good reasons. It was for his own entertainment. And since then, a series of mishaps and bullying happened but anything other than that, we never really did talk again. Even when he had f****d me so great, I was still reminiscing the mo
