What the hell is wrong with the high school I am in right now?
Am I hearing things?
Did I just heard that the famous and most wanted guy on Earth is now proposing to me?
"Don't be weird! How could we get married on the first day we met and.. And we are in high school! Are you out of your mind," I asked.
"You don't like me?" he asked.
"I like you! I mean as a friend yes, as a lover, no no! I had not like a guy in my entire life so how am I going to like you and even.... Marry you?" I shot back, facing a stunned face.
"I thought you might like me. Guessed I should find another girl," he smiled.
What does he mean?
One moment, he is proposing to me and the other, he is saying that he is going to give up on me and find another girl to marry to? Is he that desperate?
"Hang on," he stopped in his steps.
"What? I have nothing to do with you now," he scowled.
" Care to explain everything to me? Care to explain why you want to marry me?" I asked.
"Is there even a need to explain? I just wanted to make you mine, that's all," he said. "I love you."
This guy could just say it to any one?
"Tell me the real reason and I would think about your proposal," I said.
"I don't think I need to waste my time telling you why I want to marry you when you should be the one begging me to marry you. Aren't you poor? Don't you need money? If you are going to marry me, I could give you everything!" he said.
Screw that bastard. Did he just said that I am poor?
Little did I had the time to comprehend what I just did.
I looked at him, face stunned, hand holding on to his left cheek.
Great job, I just placed my life on the string. I had just slapped the world's richest man's son's face.
And now, the bodyguards pulled me away from him, handcuffing me.
"Young master, are you alright?" his butler asked.
I had expected him to take the opportunity to slap me.
But instead, he pushed the bodyguards holding on to me and removed the handcuffs on my wrists.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He pulled me into a tight embrace, head colliding into his hard chest.
"Don't you dare touch my toy," he growled.
The guards immediately backed down and obeyed his commands.
A t.. Toy? Am I just a toy to him?
And I thought he is one great guy.
"And don't you dare touch me either!" I snarled at him, glaring at him with a look of disgust.
"Summer," he said, calling me back.
Dont look back.
"Summer, listen to me," he said.
"You are just a guy I met ten minutes ago. I have a right to ignore you since I don't know you!"
Great, I just turned back to look at him.
"Hey Summer, I know I am a jerk to just say marry me or something, but I really like you. And I really need you to marry me. Could you give me a minute after school or during your lunch break to talk about this? Just at least hear me out and give a second thought to my proposal," he said, pulling me on my wrist.
God, this is way too dramatic.
And I thought I could get away from everything since I am a Transparent Girl.
And yet, I got dragged into a marry-or-not situation with the world's richest boy and he just told me I am beautiful.
Are you fucking hell serious?!
Am I hearing things?
Did I just heard that the famous and most wanted guy on Earth is now proposing to me?
"Don't be weird! How could we get married on the first day we met and.. And we are in high school! Are you out of your mind," I asked.
"You don't like me?" he asked.
"I like you! I mean as a friend yes, as a lover, no no! I had not like a guy in my entire life so how am I going to like you and even.... Marry you?" I shot back, facing a stunned face.
"I thought you might like me. Guessed I should find another girl," he smiled.
What does he mean?
One moment, he is proposing to me and the other, he is saying that he is going to give up on me and find another girl to marry to? Is he that desperate?
"Hang on," he stopped in his steps.
"What? I have nothing to do with you now," he scowled.
" Care to explain everything to me? Care to explain why you want to marry me?" I asked.
"Is there even a need to explain? I just wanted to make you mine, that's all," he said. "I love you."
This guy could just say it to any one?
"Tell me the real reason and I would think about your proposal," I said.
"I don't think I need to waste my time telling you why I want to marry you when you should be the one begging me to marry you. Aren't you poor? Don't you need money? If you are going to marry me, I could give you everything!" he said.
Screw that bastard. Did he just said that I am poor?
Little did I had the time to comprehend what I just did.
I looked at him, face stunned, hand holding on to his left cheek.
Great job, I just placed my life on the string. I had just slapped the world's richest man's son's face.
And now, the bodyguards pulled me away from him, handcuffing me.
"Young master, are you alright?" his butler asked.
I had expected him to take the opportunity to slap me.
But instead, he pushed the bodyguards holding on to me and removed the handcuffs on my wrists.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He pulled me into a tight embrace, head colliding into his hard chest.
"Don't you dare touch my toy," he growled.
The guards immediately backed down and obeyed his commands.
A t.. Toy? Am I just a toy to him?
And I thought he is one great guy.
"And don't you dare touch me either!" I snarled at him, glaring at him with a look of disgust.
"Summer," he said, calling me back.
Dont look back.
"Summer, listen to me," he said.
"You are just a guy I met ten minutes ago. I have a right to ignore you since I don't know you!"
Great, I just turned back to look at him.
"Hey Summer, I know I am a jerk to just say marry me or something, but I really like you. And I really need you to marry me. Could you give me a minute after school or during your lunch break to talk about this? Just at least hear me out and give a second thought to my proposal," he said, pulling me on my wrist.
God, this is way too dramatic.
And I thought I could get away from everything since I am a Transparent Girl.
And yet, I got dragged into a marry-or-not situation with the world's richest boy and he just told me I am beautiful.
Are you fucking hell serious?!
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