I look at the side of the door, as I glimpse the most beautiful annoying man I ever knew, who is leaning on the wall.
"Freak?" I call out to the one and the only guy who is much more beautiful than a girl.
He examines me in a cold stare, that gives me shivers, then he grins. "It's Luke weak-a-pon" He corrects me.
I roll my eyes at him. He is a freak, no matter what he says to me. "You're a freak coz You look like a girl but you are a guy."
"Yeah. I know I am beautiful but I never wear a dress like those f*****g gays. Tss."
Again with his weird setup of words.
It sometimes makes me wonder how this Freak thinks.
I just shake my head at him and walk into the hallway.
"Where is your dress? ne~ weak-a-pon?"
"Stop calling me weak-a-pon, you d.mn Freak." This guy is getting on my nerves.
