JAY'S POV:
The next day, I went to the station. I had to see the investigations board again. I was still thinking about that incident at the café yesterday. I hate that asshole! Annoying… Urgh, he is always a distraction to me. Gago.
Then suddenly my eyes went to Keifer. Speak of the king of assholes.
He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, smirking like he owned the place. I want to punch his perfect face!
"You again?" I snapped.
He shrugged. "You following me, or am I imagining things?"
I glared. "I am not following you!"
"Sure, sweetheart," he said, tilting his head. "You are very obvious."
"Stop calling me that! I am not your sweetheart, I hate you, Gago," I spat back.
I wanted to punch him. But then…he stepped closer. Too close. My heart started racing. I hated it.
"Do you really hate me that much for not even knowing me?" He asked softly.
"Yes!" I yelled.
"Tss, hmm," he said smirking. "Angry and honest. I like that."
I rolled my eyes. "You are unbelievable."
Suddenly, some one fell from the desk. I bent to pick it up, and—
Keifer grabbed it first. Our hands brushed.
I froze. My chest beat too fast. Annoyingly fast. I hate this. Butterflies?! What is this!
"Careful," he whispered, leaning closer his breath tickling my nose.
I pulled back quickly. "Don't!"
He laughed softly. "Relax. It's just a pen!"
I glared at him. But inside…I couldn't stop noticing how close he was. How my heart felt. The butterflies in my stomach multiplying into babies.
I scowled. "I am fine !"
Keifer's eyes glinted. "You are stubborn. I like that too." He said, grinning.
I wanted to scream, but I didn't. Beacuse…maybe, just maybe, I was starting to feel something I hate.