2 Crazy (1/2)

Abigail knew she sounded like a mad woman.

”You're crazy, Abi,” a whisper in her head told her but the oddest thing was that she didn't feel it. She was totally sane and completely clearheaded.

This was the most daring thing she had ever done in her life and the most terrifying, too. Yet, she was calmer than ever; more certain about this than anything else.

The man directed a gaze of disbelief at her. His eyes pierced through her as if he was trying to pry into her soul, but when he saw the unwavering look in her eyes, he shook his head.

He failed to understand this little fragile creature before him. Everyone yearned for heaven, yet this girl wished to experience hell? He was simply stupefied. This little girl might be the most intriguing person he'd ever met.

”Yellow, what's your name?” he finally asked.

”Abi… Abigail Chen.”

”Abigail…” he echoed her name as he fiddled her yellow scarf again. Her name on his lips sounded so nice.

He seemed to be thinking about something as he looked into her eyes again before a wicked, devastating smile appeared on his glorious face.

”Sorry but…” he started as his gaze once again traveled from her head down to her to toes. ”I'm not interested in unattractive girls.”

His comment, and that playful smirk on his face aggravated her. She was usually unaffected by these kinds of judgmental comments that boys and girls often threw at her. She simply didn't care what they said about her looks but why was it that this man's comment riled her up this much?

”Just you wait! I will prove to you how attractive I can be!” Abigail was quick to retort. She didn't even know how she managed to speak like this. She was used to not giving any attention to what other people said. She wouldn't even bother justifying herself so what she was saying right now was actually a shock even to herself. She didn't know she was capable of speaking this way, until now.

But then, the man's response was another fascinating chuckle.

”Yellow, you really are unbelievable.” He said before his expression abruptly shifted again. The corner of his lips turned down in disapproval. ”But I'm serious. I'm not into little girls.”

”Ina Song is just two years older than me.” She argued, not backing down.

”Miss Song is… a mature, sexy woman. And you're…” He raised an eyebrow. ”Even though you're two years younger than her, you look like a granny.”

Abigail was getting more and more aggravated. No one ever made her feel like this before. The way she dressed up today was, as always, purposely unfashionable. Her hair was braided in pigtails; she was wearing fake thick eyeglasses and her winter coat was boring and unfashionably thick and long. She knew she looked really unappealing at the moment. After all, this was the appearance she was aiming for today – for her to look so damned unattractive that no man would bother to look at her.

”I purposely dressed like this today.” She hissed, bravely. If only she knew that she would meet this man at the end of the day, she would've at least made herself a little more presentable.

”Oh... really?”

”I will show you.”

The man snickered, shaking his head. He was looking at her with wonder and disbelief and for a moment, there was a strange and dangerous glimmer in his eyes as he stared at her. But it abruptly disappeared as his hand landed on her head.

”Go home, Yellow. It's late.” He smiled and entered his car.