No.
No.
No.
I had said to him twice. My heart has been heaving crazy since morning. Maybe because it's my age. Acting all crazy at that young age isn't something huge or anything.
"How could he?"
I kept grabbing that question.
Before he could even remove his shirt, I had rushed outside.
I heard him laugh. He was an evil lad.
But where was my hairpin?
Rayan was going to kill me....
I grabbed my hair in frustration, as the coffee arrived. Grabbing it without any other intention, I started to sip off it, like it was my only drug to get over the morning trauma.
When a slight squeak of a sound came,
"Hey, thanks for the other day"
I looked up and found him. The cafe dude. The waiter. All in one.
"Hi, I'm Jay", he put forward his hand. I took it, after a slight second of whe
