Undutchable

“Nez, your boyfriend keeps on looking at you while he’s walking through this class!” said my friend while I was doing as if I was reading a book, and I played with my hair. Although I pretended not to see him I knew he’s looking at me.
“So what? He has right to look at whatever and whoever he wants to!” I said, trying not to show them that I was shy.
“Woooooooo…!” yelled a few girls.
“Come on, girl! Don’t pretend to be cool! I know you’re shy!!” said my friend, laughing and shaking my body.
“And what are you reading?” asked she, trying to look at the book’s cover.
“KOBO CHAN!!” she said it loudly.
“Oh, my Gawdd!! You still read comic book! Damnnn!!!” she took the book away from me.
“So what?!? I just re-read it! Give it back!!” I said, trying to take my book back.
“Damn you, kiddo! It’s now time for you to read a magazine like…”
“Like what?!?” I cut her.
“Beauty care!” said my friend.
“How to date!!” said another.
“What to wear on your first date!”
“Damn…that’s too much! I’ve never had a date!” I said
“Don’t you read tips like how to take care of your face?”
“What’s that for?!?”
“Oh my Gawwdd!! You’re really a plain girl! Just read it before you get an acne”
“I won’t get any!”
“HAHAHAHAHA…RUBBISHHH!!”

The guy who just walked through my class is a javanese, a rebel type and oftenly didn’t attend school. The guy whom I first got to know him when he and his friend begged me to make them their homework and I happened to choose him. Since that day I noticed more that he stared at me every time he got the chance.

He came to me after school time when I was sitting on a long wooden chair outside the school. I was nervous, but we managed to have a good talk and we walked to a small street behind the school’s building where we could buy some food and hang out with other friends. The street is famous of food tents and the students went there after school.

He went with me to my house location where I then brought him to my friend’s house. He tried to kiss me when my friend went to the kitchen to serve some drinks for us.
Hmmm…
“Does he know how to kiss? Because I’m not good at it”
That’s what I had on my mind when his lips only touched mine and…just it! He sat on my right side, came closer to me, but his lips only touched mine; His nose seemed too big that I almost couldn’t reach his lips. I ended up knowing that he’s not a good kisser as he didn’t move his head to the right a little bit so that our noses wouldn’t clash. But we couldn’t do it again as my friend came back from the kitchen.

Days after that, his friend who sat in the same class as me told me that my boyfriend just bought a vespa. At that time I thought why he didn’t buy a motor sport, I didn’t get why he bought a vespa instead, nor did I know that a funky vespa was ‘in’ and that he’s a vespa lover.
“Your boyfriend rides on a vespa now!”
“Oh hmm…so what?” I said, couldn’t say “oh, cool” or something like that, I know it’s just my dignity. The guy who told me didn’t usually talk to me, I didn’t want to express my real feeling when he told me about him. And then I just realised that he’s proud of his vespa after I saw him showing off his vespa at parking place after school time. And because of my dignity I did as if he didn’t impress me much, on the other side I hesitated to come to him and say,”cool new vespa!” as I was still thinking why he’s proud of it because I used to know that my friends who lived around my house location preferred a motor sport, they all had motor sport so I thought that all guys wanted and liked a motor sport. I didn’t get used of old-timers. Nor did I understand why old-fashioned vehicles are cool.

Since then he did as if I didn’t exist, maybe because he has hoped to impress me but failed, or maybe because he didn’t like the way I did, escaping from school to be with my friends on its small street full of food tents. I was terrible. I smoked. But he knew I’m a smoker as I already smoke since a third class of my middle school. He didn’t want to talk to me even though I pinched his waist and called his name loudly in front of him. Nevertheless I decided not to care about his existence anymore as I didn’t like his way of avoiding me without any good reason. For me, childish behaviour like that only wasted my time, so I avoided him, too.

Funny enough, he still stared at me as if he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. I kept on thinking of this weird behaviour. I couldn’t sleep. My mind didn’t want to stop thinking of it. When I got up I noticed that I got a red pock on my cheek, it hurts a little and I realised that it’s an acne. It’s not so big, but it’s noticeable, I remembered when I told my friend that I wouldn’t get any.
“Hey, what’s that on your cheek?” my friend asked me when I just arrived at my class.
“What do you think it is?” I sighed.
“It looks like an…acne”
“But…it is…an ACNE!!” said my other friend.
“HAHAHAHA! LOVE ACNE!!”
“NOOO!!!” I refused.
“HELL YEAHHH!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHA!”
“ARgGHHHHhHHhhHhh..!!”
“Vanez got a LOVE ACNE! VANEZ IS IN LOVE!!!! HAHAHAHA” they said, laughing.
“SHUT UP!!!”