She slapped him hard.
"Who are you, and what are you doing?" she inquired, her eyes widening in surprise.
The inebriated young man walked dizzily from one side to the other, his hands glued to his face, massaging his swollen cheeks. He then caught a glimpse of her, as if a smart verification machine was familiarizing himself with the figure of images in front of him.
Rose, on the other hand, stood motionless, her face appearing to be gathering her thoughts for a brief moment.
After a short while, she regained her composure and looked around, surprised and shocked to see the crowd growing larger. She cast an anxious glance at the onlookers, who were trying to figure out what was going on.
A few seconds later, the man uttered words, screaming in agony, while regaining his balance on the fictitious support.He appeared to be the man who had misidentified her as his acquaintance.
"How dare you cheat on me!"
"Did you even love me?" he growled in agony as he pointed his index finger at Rose, thewithdrew it as he struggled to stand straight.
Rose initially mistook him for referring to someone behind her back and turned around, but she soon realized that his index finger was pointing at her.
Rose froze in disbelief. After hearing those words, she couldn't believe her ears.
This guy is a jerk. What the hell is the matter with him? Her face twisted in exasperation, as if she was about to go insane.
How could she cheat on him when she had no idea who this man was? She'd been single her entire life, if you think about it. I mean, she once had a crush on a man in college, but she was rejected before she could pour her heart out. And now, how could someone blabber something nonsense about her cheating on him and even asking about her feelings for him?
This is unbearable for someone who has never been in a romantic relationship with someone of the opposite gender.Even though she knew he mistook her for his girlfriend, she felt bad about it. She couldn't stop herself from cursing him in her head.
She could tell the situation was deteriorating at that point. She looked around at the people who were whispering behind her back.
"It's not what you think it is. This man. I don't know him," she explained, hoping to clear the minds of the onlookers and avoid turning the misunderstanding into facts. But she was at a loss for words when no one believed her and even disgustingly ignored her.
She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Is Rose. being treated as a woman who pretends to be a man? She couldn't take any more humiliation.
"No, I'm telling the truth; this man is unfamiliar to me."
She tried to tell them honestly for the second time, but it didn't work. She realized, with a helpless expression, that her words had already been concluded as lies, regardless of what she said.
Rose could tell by the tone of his voice and words that he had misidentified her as his girlfriend. Rose was now in a precarious situation. The man was so drunk that he mistook her for his girlfriend, which enraged Rose even more.
"Do you cheat on me? Do you love me?" Rose asked, scoffed unbelievably.
"This man must be insane. How can you blabber something ludicrous. Do you hear what you just said right now?" Her eyes were red with rage.
"I can't believe I'm in this damn situation without even knowing who the man in front of me is. Damn it!"
"For your information, I've been single my entire life; I've been single since birth," she exclaimed loudly, loud enough to be heard from afar.
Rose realized she had said something she should not have had to say as soon as she said those words. In humiliation, Rose folded her lips while slightly covering her eyes with both hands.
Wa-wa-wait. Did I just say that? Oh, I'm sure I'm insane. Whoa, this guy.
Rose kept her blood pressure from rising.
Knowing the situation, even if she tried to explain it again or ask for assistance, no one would ever come forward to clarify the situation. However, if she had someone she knew at the scene, she would most likely be able to flee right away. But what is she to do? She didn't have any at the time.
She knew that no words could cleanse the minds of the onlookers who had been poisoned by misunderstanding. Rose needed to flee, but in this situation, attempting to flee would make her even more suspicious. She needed to find a way.
When something reminded her to pay attention to that drunk man, she immediately shifted her gaze to him, casting a cold stare with her brows joining together.
The drunk young man was still on the ground, attempting to stand upright, but not a single person in the large crowd approached him to assist him.
"Hey, gentleman, get back to your senses; if I reported you to the police, you'd be in jail right now; you're lucky that I'll let you off the hook this time!" she yelled, placing her hands on her waist. She made a point of raising her voice so that everyone could hear her clearly.
She turned around and began walking in long strides in the opposite direction, slowly and proudly escaping the scene, feigning ignorance to the suspicious gazes and stares of the crowd, which had grown in size.Don't look back, Rose! Get away! escape! escape!
This is the only option! Straighten up! As her mind tried to persuade her body to move faster, she could still hear the crowd's voices and whispers, as well as a silhouette of bystanders in her yes as she walked past them.
Those knuckleheads didn't even help me. How dare those cretins put me in such an awkward situation.
Rose continued to walk with a sneer on her face. She was about to take a few steps away from the scene when she heard the crowd's screams of terror.
Frightened out of her wits, she came to a halt, frozen in fear that something bad was going on behind her back, and slowly turned around. She noticed the drunk young man walking across the pedestrian lane, who was now tottering back and forth side by side, oblivious to the traffic light signal and struggling to keep his balance.
Rose sighed and rolled her eyes. The crowd appeared to be furious at her for abandoning him from behind. Rose couldn't keep her rage in check at the time, and she wanted to scream in disgust,
"What do you want me to do? I told you many times, that man is a stranger to me!" she screamed.
The crowd ignored her, finding her words to be a line wrapped in a box of lies, and then fixed their gaze on the man who continued to walk a few steps, but his body could no longer control his weight and collapsed in the middle of the pedestrian lane.
Despite the fact that it was too late, there were many vehicles and people present because the location was near public places. Later, her rage grew even stronger as she tried to calm herself by fanning her indescribable rage with her hands.
She felt responsible for the drunken man, who was a stranger to him. She didn't know what to do as she watched the people whispering and concluding a fictitious story. Rose was completely blank. For a brief moment, her mind wandered. She could hear a smorgasbord of voices and vehicle sounds while standing steadily and nervously.
She could hear an old woman yelling angrily at her from the midst of the crowd.
"What are you going to do, lady? Take your boyfriend home or take him to the police station instead? Do you see him? He was about to be hit by a car!"
Rose regained consciousness and unconsciously locked her gaze on the man lying on the lane. What options does she have? To clear up any confusion.
She jumped to her feet and ran as fast as she could towards the drunk young man, dragging him away from the pedestrian lane and apologizing to the angry drivers. Rose secretly peered across the pedestrian lane at the crowd that appeared to be moving forward to their destination, diminishing little by little until no shadows were left behind.
Despite her rage, Rose realized that her murmurs and complaints were no longer going to help the situation. Instead, she focused on how to fix it. She cast a menacing glance at the drunken young man who was now soundly sleeping on her lap.
He was completely wasted. She was curious as to how many alcoholic beverages he had consumed in order to be completely knocked out. She looked at him for a few seconds, trying to read his expression.
She was fairly certain that this man was her age in his twenties.
He had a lovely face, thickened brows, red lips, and pale skin, which led Rose to the conclusion that he must have been born wealthy. Even his suit looked expensive, as did the scent of his cologne, which was unfamiliar but gave off a strong masculine fragrance. Not to mention the strong odor of alcohol.
Rose, on the other hand, seemed to believe she could take advantage of him with her narrowed eyes and ill-intentioned smile.
It was his money. Rose pondered in her mind. What became of her?
Her robbing a drunk?
That appears to be unreasonable! Teachers have a good reputation, and if Rose is caught, she will be in big trouble.
No one would guess she was a teacher if she was thinking of this vengeance and leaving him off the road. She tried shaking the young man's head to bring him back to his senses after confirming that he was unconscious.
"Do you hear me, gentlemen?"
There was no response. Rose began to smile jokingly. She bit her lower lip as she moved her hands into the man's pocket, feeling the awkwardness.
She continued to gently and slowly dig it down until she successfully groped the wallet. She was so excited that she didn't realize she'd slid her tongue out her mouth. When she returned, she slowly moved her hands, using a little force to pull the wallet out of the pocket.
Rose transformed into a professional pickpocket because the young man didn't even make a sudden movement or sound of consciousness. Rose smiled mischievously, hoping to find some cash. She immediately opened his wallet and discovered nothing but a smattering of useless receipts.
Rose was taken aback. She didn't expect the person she thought might be wealthy to be penniless. Why would she squander her time with him?
She took a deep breath and smiled, thinking he must be in a difficult situation. She looked through his wallet again, hoping to find at least an identity card, but she couldn't find anything. No matter how many times she tried to find clues about his identity, she even rummaged through all of his dress pockets, but she was still at square one, nothing found.
There is no money. There are no identification cards. There is no cellphone. She had no way of knowing this man's address or identity. Leaving him in the middle of the street? She couldn't fight her conscience, so she shook her head in dismay.
She has no choice but to find a hotel for this man to sleep in, despite the fact that she has the impression that he is wealthy and somewhat familiar. She took her wallet from her bag and sighed with relief because she had found a large sum of money. She flagged down a taxi and asked the driver to take them to the nearest motel.
The taxi driver dropped them off in an unfamiliar building a few minutes later. Rose had never seen anything like this before.
She was aware that motels were less expensive than hotels, but she had never seen one, let alone imagined what was inside. And this will be her first experience with a strange sensation.
She couldn't bear picturing a teacher in front of the motel. All she had to do was find a place for this man to stay. But, speaking of this sensation, she had never felt anything like it before, and the strange name of Motel had made her lips dry and her face pale, implying that something was wrong on the inside.
They were greeted in front of the motel building by the etched motel name LOVE THE SENSATION MOTEL, which was hung lopsided with the shimmering lights mixed of red and green neon lights stimulated by an unexplained erotism vibe.
Rose came to a halt in front of this building's facade, sensing the strangeness and creepiness of this old structure. She walked towards the entrance, her teeth clenched tightly, relying on her mighty strength as she carried the man on her back.
She exhaled a sigh. She had never expected this to happen in her entire life. Never.