As soon as I made sure we were really alone, I started picking up my pace to catch up with him.
When I'm now a couple of meter behind him, I started to walk casually, pretending that I'm not stalking him.
Why am I doing this anyway? Because I want to prove to myself that he's not just a pretty face. There's really something about him. I just can't tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
I forced myself to believe that he's that because I can't accept the fact that I can't get him out of my freaking head. Even though he pissed me a while ago, I still believe that there's kindness in him.
Of course, everyone wouldn't like him and respect him like that if he's that rude and evil, right?
"No, Jiana. In this time, only a few cares about the attitude. Some will only like you for your looks and not your inner beauty. Whatever they see, that's what they will choose to believe. Girls who like him are just blinded by his handsomeness," a voice inside convinced me.
