“We have nothing to discuss about.” I tried to shake his hand off, but his grip was quite strong.
“Please.”
“If you don’t let me go, I’ll name for help.”
“I’m talking to my girlfriend.”
Jefferson looked fearless. God, why didn’t I realize that he used to be such a shameless and disgusting person?
“Your modern-day girlfriend might be waiting for you in a broken car.”
“You’re my modern girlfriend. That curly-haired b*stard doesn’t appear to love you. He hasn’t even been to see you these days. Stop deluding yourself. You know you’re simply his plaything.’
When I heard this, I couldn’t help however slap him – I didn’t know the place my braveness came from. I slapped him so tough the loud sound attracted the glances of a few passersby.
“What the hell? You hit me for that b*stard?”
Jeff
