Everything... (3)

          Days went by... And everything single thing that she did was ended up having me hating her more and more and more.. Heres one of those things:



          On one fine Tuesday night, I wanted to gave up on hating her, so I start start being friendly to her. I left her a sit next to me (where she would usually seat) and waited with a smile. The moment she came in and move towards me, I smiled at her, and pretend to look at the front, waiting.. waiting... and waiting.... "Why is her seat still empty?" I wondered. I turned to her, and saw her asking to switch place with a friend of her behind me (which he refuse to). When her friend rejected to switch place with her, there is this look on her face, which seem to be "Shit.. Why am I suppose to sit with you..".


          I stand up slowly.
          I packed my stuff.
          And I move towards the empty lot in front...
          Alone.
        

          Tears seem to oozed out of my eyes almost instantly when I sat down. Those are not tears of sadness, those are tears of anger... I offered her a place to sit, why can't she just accept it, and be happy with it? Why must she do this to me? I've surrender and wanted to be friends with her, why can't she just forgive me? And of all words I can think of, the best to describe her by that moment, is childish.


          After sitting there for a few minutes, I finally realize why aren't there people sitting at the front lot at all... Reason? Simple, ITS FREEZING..


          Nothing seems to go into my brain that day (what do you expect when your brain is half frozen and another half is thinking madly about hating her?). I went back home without saying anything. And guess what? I started cursing her on Facebook with everything I can think of. I've gain many support from many of my friends, saying she's no good for me, saying she's not worth of my time. And the hatred within me grew on....


          She din't seem to quite realize about all the cursing about her the next day. She gave me a bottle of herbal tea by saying 'thank you' without looking at me again. Seeing her makes me feel revolting and mad, but still, I accept the herbal tea with open heart, not because she gave me that, it's simply just because I SHOULD BE GETTING IT, why waste if you can drink? Isn't? One of my friend even said:"Come on... Giving leftover to others isn't a way of saying 'thank you'.." I laugh at his simple 'joke'..