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Chapter 1. I never have a stalker before
Today he wore nice clothes that really suit him. Well, yesterday, he also wore nice clothes, then the day before and the day before too. But now, he really wore clothes that really suit him. I think I like this one the best. Of course, I like his clothes yesterday and his other clothes before. But today, it was really nice. He never failed to amaze me.
Today, he was really gorgeous. He was really hot and sexy. Handsome, cool, hot, sexy, gorgeous, sex on leg, attractive, good looking, you stated it. He was all of thing you called sex god. He wore a tight black denim and a tight cotton sweater with large turtle neck like a second skin. Both sleeves bent up to half. The sweater was light blue that brighten his beautiful blue eyes. He wore a black and blue bracelet in his right wrist and a black watch in his left wrist, then one earring in his left ear and two earrings in his right ear. A silver chain necklace around his neck and a silver necklace with blue crystal jewelry as the pendant completed his neck.
He stood six feet tall plus some inches. His hair was brightest golden I have ever seen. His beautiful blue eyes always shone whenever you saw it. He has three line scars on each his cheeks like a whisker that made him looked wild and sexy. His skin was a delicious golden tan that everyone wanted. His shoulder was wide broad and his chest was tone hard with muscles. You could saw the muscle from the tight of the clothes. My throat swallowed hard each time I saw his arm muscle twitched in every move. Oh, how I wish I could feel the sexy abs beneath those clothes.
Today he arrived in school at 8.45, fifteen minutes before his class start. On time as usual. He greeted everyone he met and smiled charmingly as he walked down the hall to his class. People would look him in awe, admired his look, and tried their best to approach him. His smile only was already made them fall down to his feet.
His first class was math with Iruka sensei. He sat with his friend shikamaru in his left side and kiba in his right side like usual. He and kiba would chat and laugh happily while shikamaru would only grunt and slept in his seat. It was like their morning routines before the class start.
12.10…. The three would already in the canteen and have lunch. I scowled as I saw people start moved and sat around them. They would chat happily and laughed each time the jokes he made. I glared at them as they made a friendly circle around him, hid him from my sight, stopped me from admired his look. But, I knew, deep down in my heart, I was angry not because he was popular and like by everyone. I was mad not because he was friend with everyone. I was irritated not because he was greeted and touch by everyone. But, these was because it was not me who stood beside him, it was not me who he greeted. It was not me who he touched. It was not me who he always look.
I already knew all of these, far long time ago when I met him again. One year ago, I always thought I would never meet him again. He was my first love. I felt for him at first sight. It was him that made me realized I would never attracted to girls.
I almost gave up when I failed to found him again. But then, months ago, he suddenly showed up in my class as assistant teacher. It was like miracle I was be able to meet him again. I was really happy. My heart suddenly bloomed up in excitement, beating so fast like it was never before.
But, who was I? I was just like any ordinary guy. I was quiet and antisocial. I was not brightest guy in people eyes. There were no a way he would noticed me, looked at me, even talked to me. He was bright and I was gloom. He was a light and I was dark. Two different things would never stand each other. Two different things would never become one.
13.00…. he would go to physic class as assistant teacher. His teaching was really great and. It was easy to understand the way he explain the theory of Newton like he told some story from novel. Every student liked him, liked his teaching, liked his look. Oh, how I want to be student of all of his class. Too bad he was only taught one or two of my classes.
15.00… he would left the university to worked in the Café at the downtown. It was ten minutes walked from the station and thirty minutes from the university if you used the bus. The Café has classic decoration. Beautiful plants placed at the front door and white and brown curtain complete with the accessories decorated the window beautifully. The Café has a small library book that could be borrowed by the customer. It has really nice and homey aura. Even the food and the drink were really good. I always wondered how he could found this Café for work.
His shift ended in three hours. But those were the best three hours I always have. He always looked really good in his waiter uniform. He talked and smile gently to every customer he served. I always wait the rare moment he would come to my table and served me. I always shy and look away though. I could not help it. My heart was beating so fast and I stuttered even before he came to my table. I afraid he would saw my red face because I knew I was blushing hard.
18.10… he would already finish his shift and sat in one of the table in the Café. He would drink a hot chocolate and ate chocolate cake with latte cream and chocolate chips. It was his favorite. He ate them after work as he waited for someone. Yes, he waited for someone. I knew these, because I have been always seeing him since months ago.
18.20… that someone would finally arrived in the café. He would grin to her and she would kiss his cheek. It was took all I have not to run across the room and grasped him away from that bitch. The bitch looked younger than him. She has a beautiful long red hair and tan skin like him. She was about a feet shorter than him. As soon as I saw her, I knew it was unfair. It was unfair for me, yet it was beautifully perfect for them. He was handsome and she was beautiful. A perfect portrait that would be envied by everyone who saw them.
The girl would eat the cake and the drink that already ordered by him while they chatted happily like perfect couple as them been. They would stay in the café for another ten minutes, before finally stood up and left the Café.
They walked beside each other gracefully. The girl would take his arm and hold it as he would chuckle and ruffled her hair affectionately.
It was times when my heart clutched sadly. It was hurt seeing the one you love with other. Like I suddenly felt down from the cliff to the darkness that anyone never knew. Like there were a ton of thorns that suddenly pierced into my heart without mercy. It was hurt. Really hurt.
Therefore, I finally decided to give up. I was already sick from all those feeling. I was sick felt hurt. I decided to end all of this. This was not me at all. I was not supposed be like this. I was not shy and coward. I was no a fool. I was different. I would tell him my feeling and end all of this flawlessly.
Yes, that's right. I would tell him. I have to tell him.
to be continued...
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