A gangster-look-face; hooked to hip-hop fashions; innate afro-hair-style; and half taller than my height– everything about him really gets on my nerves; yet he is the only guy that makes my heart beats madly in love.
I first acquainted with this son of a bitch in my Humanities class. We are classmates and we are seatmates. I usually prefer to sit at the backside for it is the only spot that provides me with the whole view of the class. He did not attend the first week, and I don’t know if he has buddies in the group because he appeared the time we had our first exam. The moment he sat on an empty sit beside me was the start of my beautiful nightmare.
“Go to hell and rot,” the first thought that came to my mind after observing him came closer to his sit. I really disgust persons of his type and this person is now sitting beside me. My temper grew when he leaned closer and asked for a piece of paper and pen while giving off a putrid breath seemed like from puffing cigarettes and drinking liquor. I did not bother to turn and witness how awful he looked and just acted like I didn’t hear him. But he keeps on asking and started shaking my shoulder to get my attention. I tried to control my anger but his annoyance accompanied with his smelly breath passed my limit, and I did a very shameful scenario in a quiet room.
I stood up and yelled how bad his smell was. My classmates and my instructor turned their heads with a surprising look. After a moment of silence, my classmates started to buzz and my teacher got my attention and asked what’s with the sudden act. I was still standing and still engrossed with my stupidity when this damn monster grabbed my hand and told the class that we’re just having a love quarrel. I felt I was losing my consciousness after hearing his words. And for the whole semester we became the apple of the eye or should I say the funny side in this boring subject.
As the days passed, I noticed he enjoyed annoying my peaceful student life. My hatred for him grew so much that I came to a point of having sleepless nights just thinking how to take his life. It is unavoidable that our skin would sometimes touch, and every time this happen I could feel my body trembles with revulsion. How I wanted to put alcohol on my skin or go home immediately to take a bath every time this happens. I really wanted him to know that I hated him so much.
Maybe he got tired or realized how troubled I am with his aggravations that I’ve noticed he stopped bullshitting me. I was supposed to be happy with the peacefulness of my surroundings – no fool destroying my pony-tailed hair; no monster always trying so hard to get my attention; and no more monkey-looking-guy aggravating my mood. I don’t understand my feelings right now. I’m writing this stupid story about my stupid moments with him. Why? Don’t tell me I feel in love with that monkey?
I have to admit that I’m missing the monster’s annoyance yet sweet approaches to me. But because I’m not that kind of girl that will do the first move and talk to guys, I’ll be waiting for him to sit beside with me again and make my day thrilling just like in the past. Sadly this happens a year ago already, and until now no monkey had annoyed my days. His not a monkey anymore but transformed into a person I don’t know already.
I’m happy with his maturity but he hasn’t given me a chance to tell him how madly I’ve loved him secretly.): this story is created through the pure imaginative mind of the writer
