“f*****g pig” I screamed. Bastard totally did it on purpose.
“What?” he said with a mocking laugh.
“You did on purpose, I know”.
“What? You are kidding! It’s not my fault you don’t how to surf?” he shouted as he winked to some bikini girls.
I got towards him and punched him in the stomach, “if you want to fight, say so”. I took off my surf and dragged myself back to the hotel. On the entire way, I can hear him mocking me.
“You punch like a man, you know that,” he said as was he trailing behind me. I turned to give him a dozen of advice but find him to shake his hands to random girls.
Shameless playboy!
Back there he was flaunting his styles to the other girls and now these. Pathetic. If I hate one thing in my life, the most are playboys.
“Hey” I heard the same boy who I met
