Seira
Leo does not have Asian blood.
However, this guy has and he does not have blue eyes, instead he has brown eyes and a black hair with the usual two-block hairstyle for men. Leo has a dirty blonde wavy hair for Pete's sake!
And apart from the mischievous glint in his eyes, one could not easily take away theirs from his plump and pouty lips situated under the shadow of his perfectly straight nose.
I must have been staring because suddenly I saw a hand waving in front of my face the way John Cena do to his competitors when he pins them down. And right at that moment I felt like one of John Cena's poor conquests.
He snapped his fingers at my face.
I blinked and ferociously stared at him in anger. "You aren't Leo," I pointed an accusing finger.
He raised an eyebrow and raised his arms like he is trying telling me something. I also raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms.
Seriously, is this guy stupid? Because now he's shaking his head like I'm crazy.
He closed his eyes. "Mind if I tag along?" he asked.
Correction, this guy is not just stupid, but he's also a creep. "No." I sternly replied.
Collecting some of my baggage that was strewn across the street, I turned to walk where I was going to in the first place.
I heard a deep groan and then my head is suddenly assaulted and messed up my hair.
But before I could fix it, I am forced to walk with an arm to my shoulders again.
I opened my mouth to scream and a hand went to my mouth.
"Mmmrfgh!!!"
"I'm not going to hurt you!" he assured, but hearing from the way he said those words, it was clear he is amused.
I tried ripping off his hand with my left hand and hitting his face with the other.
"Calm down!" he loudly whispered. "I'm not going to mug you!"
I felt him take off his hand from my mouth and poorly fixed my hair.
I was already annoyed about him distracting me but he just have to destroy my hair.
I stomped on his foot. "Crap!" he grunted, taking a step away from me while holding his poor foot.
I faced him. "I could've forgiven you for touching me, but you just HAVE to touch my hair too didn't you?!" I angrily snapped at him.
I stomped on his other foot, more hardly this time. "Mother--!" he was on the ground now.
I looked at him and the guy is actually wearing my prized Yankee's cap!
"Ohhh! And you also got to wear my cap now huh?" I added and raised my leg to kick him but he grabbed my leg and it almost made me fell on top of him.
Ha! I got lucky!
I attempted to balance myself by spreading my hands and limped but I think it just made me look stupid because he started to laugh.
I'm glad I'm not one of those people who laughs when somebody laughs because that gained me the momentum to free my leg from his grasp.
And just when I thought I'm free, he grabbed my other leg and landed me on my ass.
I can still hear his resounding laughs and I blindly look for something to throw at him when my hand closed on something hard and I chucked it right at his forehead.
"OWHOLYFREKINMOTHEROFCHEESEBALLSTHATHURT-!" he swore and gripped his forehead.
Due to the impact with the thing and his hard forehead, he is forced to lie down on his back as he clutched his forehead and continued to cry out profanities.
I think my pitching skills are progressing-erm, I think he totally got hurt from that! No shit Sherlock.
I instantaneously scurried like a squirrel to his position and crouched beside him to inspect his forehead.
I pried his hands away from his forehead and winced as I can see a big bruise already forming. Ooh, that hurts.
I touched the area and my hand is slapped shortly after I touched it for a mere second.
"What was that?! Was that a rock?!" he yelled.
I cringed and looked for the weapon I could possibly have thrown at him.
My eyes stopped at an iPhone not so far away from his other arm.
I grabbed it and turned it over just to see that the screen had cracked and turned it on just to realize that it was, in fact, my phone.
And for a short time, it was working but it abruptly shut down.
I groaned and threw my arms in the air. "Great," I sighed exasperatedly.
I looked at him and tapped his arm. "Are you okay?"
I expected a 'no' but instead he raised his middle finger. I guess I deserved that so I paid no attention.
He remained to lie like that for about two seconds when I put my face close to his face to look at his forehead. Yep, it is going to be a big blue bruise alright.
I touched it and is dazed when suddenly he gripped my wrist and opened his eyes to stare at where he was holding and slowly moved his eye to stare upon mine.
I can see his pupils more closely now, I can see his left eye and right eye aren't the same color. One was brown and the other one was amber. I must have thought it was both brown because it was already quite dark outside.
I blinked and blinked again.
He must have realized that I was staring because he swiftly pushed me back and went to compose himself.
I remained silent until he opened his mouth.
"You totally owe me for this bruise you gave me," he pointed to his forehead while glaring at me.
He is pointing at his forehead right now but I am still deeply fixated to his eyes.
But before I could even say 'What's up doc?' I am already on my feet.
How could a person have two different colored eyes? I mean, I am open to the idea of a three-eyed alien but this? These things could only be a subject in a sci-fi movie.
I could feel my legs moving.
Am I running? What is going on?
"I will explain everything to you when we're out of here" he explained while he's holding my hand.
I mentally slapped myself back to reality and tried to free my hand from his death grip but he just held it even harder.
He looked back and I screamed, "Police!"
"Someone, please kindly rip this boy away from me!" I pleaded. "He's so obsessed with me, help!" I added.
Okay, I am totally exaggerating but I don't care at the moment. I just want him to let me go so that I could go to McDonalds.
And I also admit that I am a freaking damsel in distress right now, but I got to worry about being a feminist and curse the male race later.
He stopped and released my hand, but when I tried to run the other way he appeared in front of me and blocked my path.
I tried to go left, then right but he won't let me escape. We both stopped, but I used this as my chance to get away and swerved to the left but he caught both of my arms.
His mismatched eyes looked into mine. "I think you already know that I won't hurt you right? I just need you to pretend you're with me because there are people chasing me," he assured.
I glared. "Is that why you stole my cap?"
He smirked. "I was only going to borrow it, but now that you put that idea into my head, well, I could not just give it back."
I pursed my lips.
He let me go and shook his head. "I could not after what you did to me," he pointed to his now evident injury.
"You could have it back..." he took my cap off his head and twirled it in his hand. "But you're going to have to help me." He offered his hand to make a deal.
As much as I wanted to leave him here, I love my Yankee's cap.
And so, I sealed the deal by licking my hand and before he could withdraw his hand, I am already shaking it.