Chapter 3 3

"In freaking Disney movies, a kiss from a prince will wake the princess up. Then why the heck did you faint, you little cheating jerk?"

I immediately sat up upon seeing the gangster cursing machine beside me. What is he doing here, and why- I glanced around. He was lying next to me. Lying down. We're on the same bed.

I looked at my body, still in my uniform. Glancing at him, he was in uniform too, lying irritably facing me. Huh! How dare he look at me after kissing me?

"Where am I? What is this place? Where did you take me?!" I angrily asked him.

He rubbed his head and slowly sat up. "You have the freaking nerve to shout at me?" he asked irritably.

I gulped in fear. I wanted to yell at him, but I couldn't. "You censored thing! Ugh." I could only manage to express my annoyance.

"Censored freaking what?!" he furrowed his brows.

I was about to answer, but I was interrupted when the curtain beside us suddenly opened, revealing a girl in a uniform similar to mine.

"Hey!" she awkwardly greeted.

I was surprised when the cursing machine abruptly pulled me towards her.

"What the hell are you doing here? My girl and I still need to rest," he said to the girl.

I couldn't believe it. I just stared in shock. Unbelievable. His girl and him?! What the *censored* is he talking about?! He's using me again to drive away girls who like him!

"O-ohmm," the girl seemed surprised. "So the rumors I've been hearing are true. You really have a girlfriend," she said, smiling visibly forced.

I looked at the gangster beside me. He looked at the girl in front of us with disdain. "None of your freaking business, Jasmine. What the heck are you doing here anyway?" he arrogantly asked.

He's really so rude. I've never heard him talk without cursing or being rude!

"I heard you were in the clinic, so I came," the girl replied. Clinic? So we're in the clinic. "I know how much you hate hospitals and clinics, so I visited you."

I looked back at the cursing machine next to me. He laughed mockingly. "Really? But why would you do that? Who even are you?" he asked, sounding insulting.

The girl seemed hurt by his response, but she forced a smile despite the embarrassment. "Oh, I'm sorry then," she said and quickly left.

I returned my gaze to the gangster next to me. It's like he doesn't care that he hurt that girl's feelings. She cares for him, but he just embarrassed her. This gangster knows nothing! And how on earth can he hold my hand?!

He looked at me when I pulled my hand away from his grasp. I glared at him, but he didn't react. I kept watching as he suddenly stood up. He stuffed his hand in his pocket and was about to walk away when I stopped him.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm leaving. Can't you see?" he replied but remained with his back to me.

"I'm asking where you're going, not what you're doing. Don't you have brains?" I quickly retorted.

He faced me, annoyed by my response. Well, I guess I got him there.

"I guess I should really cut your tongue right now," he said, looking at me seriously.

I swallowed when he stepped closer to me. What? Is he serious? He approached me and leaned even closer. I covered my mouth when he held my chin and lifted my face. He's really scaring me!

"Don't touch me, you censored thing!" I shouted.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" he furrowed his brows.

He's a fu-censored thing! Huh! He should be grateful I don't know how to curse. I can't even say the word fu-censored! Ugh! I can't say it!

"You know what? You're a jerk. Oh no! You see? I've caught your curse. You're a bad person. A bad influence. Next time you want to curse, just say censored so you don't infect innocent people!" I yelled.

His brow immediately furrowed. "F*ck, what did you say? Innocent people? Hey, you're nothing but a cheater. A liar. You should rot in freaking hell. You don't freaking deserve to live, do you know that?"

I froze at his words and instinctively clutched my chest. "What did you just say?" I asked, unbelieving.

He seemed surprised as my eyes welled up with tears. Quickly, I wiped my damp cheeks. He doesn't deserve my tears. Stupid gangster! Ugh! I cursed him in my mind again.

I stood up from the bed and started to walk away. I asked him where he was going because I'm new to this school and I'm in the clinic. I don't know where to go. He's such a terrible person! I regret helping him last week. Ugh. I'm so bad for even thinking that.

I faced him. "I'm sorry," I said. He furrowed his brows at my words. I took a deep breath before continuing. "Sorry for thinking that maybe I shouldn't have helped you last week and brought you to the hospital."

He forced a smile upon hearing what I said. "You know what? Will you just stop acting like some kind of a good person? I know a person who can act better than you do. And frankly, it won't work with me anymore so just stop."

I gave him a harsh look after hearing those words. "Fine. Forget it. I take back all the words I've said. You deserve to die. Many people deserve to live more than someone as despicable as you!"

I was taken aback when he grabbed both my arms and pushed me against the wall. I looked up at him with a stern expression.

"Why? Does it hurt to hear the words you said to me earlier? It's not just you who feels in this world. So if you can, be careful with your words. You hurt people." I said, irritated.

"You think you care about other people, but trust me when I say, we are all born selfish, so why do I have to care for anybody when in fact they also don't give a damn about me?" he replied.

Boldly, I pushed him away from me. "Why do you need to care? Because you don't know how other people feel," I retorted. "I almost died when I was nine. I almost drowned, but my father saved me and died for me instead. My father should have been alive and breathing, and you should have died in his place instead." I said and quickly ran away from him.

After class, I quickly packed my things to head home. I glanced at the clock, and it was exactly five in the afternoon. As I was about to leave the classroom, I was startled when someone covered my head with a black cloth. I was about to scream, but the girl beside me spoke.

"Try to scream, and you won't make it home alive," she threatened.

Fear gripped me, so I refrained from making any noise or even moving. I almost stumbled when she suddenly pushed me.

"What's wrong? Are you lame? Walk faster!" she shouted and pushed me again.

I started to walk with two people gripping both my arms.

"She's surprisingly obedient." The girl beside me remarked.

After walking for a considerable distance, the two girls holding my arms stopped me.

"Is this her?" asked the girl with a familiar voice.

"Yes, Cherry, it's her," replied the girl behind me.

They finally removed the cloth covering my head. When the fabric was gone, their faces confronted me, and I recognized one of them. She was the reason why the cursing machine kissed me, ugh! Everything was her fault!

"So, you're the one?" Cherry said, scrutinizing me from head to toe. "He doesn't like people like you!" she added, then forcefully pulled my hair. I instinctively held my head as she hurt me.

"Tell me, what did you do to make him like you? Did you blackmail him?"

"W-What are you talking about? Let go of my hair!" I shouted.

She suddenly pushed me, causing me to sit on the floor. I looked up in surprise as she approached me with crossed arms.

"Woah, look what we have here."

We all turned to the side upon hearing a familiar voice. Here comes the arrogant cursing machine. I glared at him when he looked at me.

He approached us, and I was surprised when he helped me stand. I wondered why he wouldn't look me in the eyes. The girls who kidnapped me took a step back when he looked at them.

"You can't just touch my property, and you know that, right?" he calmly asked the three, and I was shocked when he suddenly held my hand.

I looked at him, but he still avoided eye contact. What is he doing? Turns out he's quite good at playing the superhero.

"We're sorry-"

"Never mind. Just don't bother us again," he replied, emphasizing the word 'us.' I wondered why I wasn't hearing any cursed words from him.

"We'll comply!" they replied, then hastily ran away.

Once they were gone, I pulled my hand away from him. "What are you doing? Trying to be a hero? Forget it, okay? I don't need help from a gangster," I said.

I was surprised when he suddenly pulled me.

"What are you doing?!" I asked, but he didn't answer and continued pulling me. What's his problem?!

I watched as he downed his tenth bottle of beer. His cheeks were already flushed, but he continued to drink in silence. He brought me to a bar, yet he didn't utter a word to me. He just let me observe him. Whenever I attempted to stand up and leave, he pulled me back down, preventing me from attempting to escape his grip.

"Why did you faint when I kissed you? Are you sick?" he suddenly asked.

I immediately felt my face heat up at his question. Why did he find it so easy to bring that up?

"Your face is red."

I was taken aback when he placed his hand on my forehead. "Are you really sick?"

"I'm not," I replied coldly, moving his hand away and turning my face.

"Well then, I think I am sick."

I looked at him, puzzled by his statement.

"I am probably sick. I kissed you, and I'm sure there are germs inside my body now," he seriously said.

How dare him?! I stood up, grabbed my bag from the table. I was about to leave, but he quickly stood up and stopped me.

"You can't leave yet. I'm still talking to you," he said.

I angrily faced him. "Well, I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk to you anymore. Buy someone else to talk to." I retorted and turned away, but he immediately grabbed my arm.

"How much are you?"

"What?!" I asked in disbelief.

"I want to talk to you, so I'll buy you. How much are you?"

I angrily removed his hand from my arm and looked away.

"Why don't you just say you want to talk to me? You're being too roundabout!" I complained.

He let me go, but he resumed drinking his beer quietly. What's his problem?

"I didn't mean what I said. I was just mad. It was just that you were so annoying and-"

"Just say the word, gangster."

"I was just-"

"Stop explaining and giving me your flimsy alibi. Just say the word, and it's over," I interrupted.

"But I can't say it. I don't know how to say it!" he frustratingly admitted.

"Then forget it, I'm leavin-"

"Fine! I am f*cking sorry! I admit it. I was such a pain in the arse, and I am sorry for hurting your feelings," he confessed with obvious embarrassment.

I scrutinized him to see if he genuinely meant his apology, and he did. I sighed and gave him a small smile.

"If that's the case, you're forgiven," I said.

He furrowed his brow. "Just like that? You wouldn't even ask for more explanation before you forgive me?" he questioned doubtfully.

I nodded. "Of course."

"That's crazy," he said with irritation and shook his head.

"Why? Has someone wronged you, and you haven't forgiven them yet? Set your heart free. Everybody deserves peace of mind," I advised.

"You don't know anything. Who are you to tell me what to do?" he replied angrily.

I furrowed my brow. "Well, you're right. I don't even know your name. Who am I to meddle in your life?" I answered.

"You have no idea how it feels to be betrayed by someone you trusted the most. So don't tell me what is right or wrong because you also don't know how I feel."

I stared at him after hearing his words. I looked closely and tried to see beyond what my eyes could perceive. I attempted to sense what he was hiding. In his eyes, I found a profound sadness.

So, we've got a broken gangster here, huh?