"Hey! Let go of me!" He's holding my hand.
He brought me in the market and I don't know what's gotten into him right now. He's just laughing while looking at me, I'm having this feeling that he's going to do something crazy and he dragged me into this.
"Look at you, your hair was ruined," he half laughs and ruin it more.
"Don't touch it!" I pat his hand.
"Whooaaa, we didn't even run, but you've got yourself messed up!"
"Shut up, bastard." I run my fingers through my hair while looking at myself on the mirror. My face looks like a trash! Oh god, this is not cool.
"You're still beautiful even if your hair is messy," he smiles but it didn't flatter me, I find it offensive and insulting!
"No one has ever become beautiful after running with this stupid weather!"
"Then you're ugly," He says.
I immediately hit his arm, "Who's ugly!" I hit him again, "Who's ugly?"
I greeted my teeth as I glare at him. Seriously? Dating on the market?
