The Cheerful Cold Girl
Chapters 32. Sofie's Feelings

...[.Sophy POV]...

Since childhood, I have not liked this face. Because of the look that is often considered beautiful by others, I have never lived normally, even my friendship was made destroyed because of this level.

What is beautiful? To me this face is the bearer of mala petaka. It's not that I'm not grateful, but people's view of me is just too horrible.

He must have lived well. Wow very pretty. Will you be my girlfriend? I like you. He looks like that, he must really like to play real men sucks, he's very arrogant.

Words like that have become commonplace to me, almost every day there are people who say that.

When I walk even if only to relax the body. Everyone looked at me with great admiration, but behind that admiration I could feel the envious and hateful gazes of many people.

"Based on a guy thief!"

When I was in Junior High I once received slander from my friend, he said that I snatched his girlfriend. Though it was not true, I tried to deny and resist, but he got angry.

"You are yes, your life must be very happy. surrounded by many men and you even steal my happiness!"

It kept repeating itself not just for one person, little by little my friend walked away and disappeared for exactly the same reason.

I don't know what's wrong with me, I never try to seduce, nor approach their boyfriends and boyfriends. It is they who force themselves to approach me.

Do you know how scary it is in the footsteps of many people? Do you know how he feels about losing his friendship to this stupid thing?

Luckily I still have a loyal friend named Zilla, when I lost a lot of friends in Junior High. Zilla's the only one who still wants to be close to me.

Although after that incident I became a little self-imposed and changed into a somewhat indifferent, and apathetic nature, only Zilla was the only one who would accept me. He was a precious friend to me.

By the time of 8th grade I was getting scared of people's views on me. Maybe they just stare at me, but the shadows in my brain are not like that.

I consider their views to be envious, spiteful, and seductive. Because of that gaze I find it harder to socialize the more afraid I am in approaching people that is what I am experiencing now.

What were they thinking until they looked at me? Am I bothering them? Am I hated? Am I not wanted? Or do they expect my existence to vanish?

Such thoughts continue to fill the brain. Like mud, it will not disappear so easily. Before I realized my breathing became congested even when someone was staring at me.

I'm not as calm, cold, and quiet as people say. I was just afraid of the people close to me, fear kept circling this miserable me.

Especially the stares of men. Yep, it was the gaze I hated the most every time I remembered their gazes I was more and more afraid to step.

I always rejected all their love statements because I realized they were just filled with carnal lust, they weren't looking at me. This is the only thing they care about.

Even I continued to receive some seductions, temptations, love letters, threatening messages, and even some people following me wherever I went.

I'm so scared. Who wouldn't be afraid to go through that? Who wouldn't go crazy going through all this?

Everyone who approaches me will answer "no" because I'm afraid. I was too scared of people's eyes.

And when I refused then I could feel the hateful gazes from the gazes of the girls.

"The hell he is, just because it's pretty so cocky."

"Truly sucks."

"I hate him."

"I agree even he stole my man's heart.. lady***** this I hate him so much."

Although it was only a gaze, but I could hear the intent of those cynical eyes. I was just scared and trying to protect myself, but why was I hated?

Just because I'm a little different everyone rejects me. I myself, no one wants, though wants for sure just because there is something. I hate all this. No one knows this feeling.

"You're so pretty, come with us yuk."

One day, when I fell asleep with negative thoughts. A group of people I didn't really care about were seducing me.

This was already commonplace so I ignored them, but the three older looking men seemed to really like to tease me. It was afternoon. I was waiting for my mother at the terminal.

"Little lady, come with us to play yuk."

I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. Being teased by some students is common, but if adults are a bit scary, they look terrible with their whiskers and lustful faces.

"Don't just shut up, come with us!"

One of the men grabbed my hand and took me somewhere, which was definitely not a good place to hear.

"No, please stop!"

"Hahaha, this is definitely going to be a good afternoon, Boss. We can enjoy this little girl's body."

"Yes, I can't wait to taste it." The person called the boss licked his lips looking extremely lustful.

"Oi! Don't forget me you two! Let's taste him together."

"Stupid, you'll get our HIV, but it's not a bad idea enjoying a little body together it'll make me even more excited."

"No, help! Stop that!"

I still remember, the gazes of the visitors who looked at pity. No one dares to help either for whatever reason I don't know, but if hearing from the whispers it seems those people are from a dangerous biker gang.

But, whatever the reason for letting a little girl like me is strange and wrong. Everyone here is crazy, seriously no one dares to do anything? I could have been harassed after this.

In the midst of that thought I rebelled decided to give in and let them do what they wanted. I walked without a fight, letting them take me somewhere that might be dangerous.

"Look at him, don't want to rebel anymore. It seems he's interested in boos, hahahaha."

"Uncle, what do you want to do?"

I looked at a teenager who was the same age as me. We both stared at each other, but the man's eyes were so beautiful that they made me so comfortable. That look was not scary at all.

"Huh? What good is a boy like you to know? Want to be pahal—"

Not yet done talking, the teenager ran over and dealt a hard blow to the adult man the boss had called. Yeah, he hit the disgusting guy who kept holding my hand.

The teenager's courage made the terminal crowded and stared at the fight between Junior High and adults.

"Dare bastard you bullied our boss."

The two subordinates looked very emotional, they ran and were about to gang up on the teenager who saved me, but those two were nothing.

Everything in the tripe runs out mercilessly, despite its age, but the teenager is very strong. Within minutes he made the three adults who almost harassed me fall limp.

Like a gulad master who doesn't know what to lose he wins very easily. He even looked demeaning to the opponent, he cleared both hands and walked over to me.

"Are you okay? Your face and your feelings, don't look like you're healthy?"

I shed tears, and what he said was true. I was so scared, so scared, so scared. But this guy I don't even know wants to save me.

He looked like a naughty teenager, his hair was in polish, had piercings in both ears, and his gaze seemed to have no hope of life.

In the middle of a group of hypocrites who were pretentious and unwilling to save me was only him who came here. I'm so moved. Unknowingly the tears began to fall.

"Don't cry!"

I wiped these tears, looked at the teenager who was the same age as me and the corner of my lips was raised very wide.

"Thank you."

I thank him from the bottom of my heart, he's really like a hero to me, he's so cool.

"......"

Maybe it's just my feeling, but she looks so embarrassed, why?

"You—"

"Boss Sebastian. Stupidhead! Why do you do such a thing? Do you know who you are fighting? Well, forget about it and let's run."

I heard of another teenager, apparently a friend of his. He called out to her and waved his hand

Sebastian, maybe that's his name. He walked over to his friend and away from me.

My gaze was directed toward that shoulder that was away.

I smiled and muttered about his name.

"Sebastian, huh? I wish we could meet again."

I turned and walked away.

From that day on I always thought about you, Sebastian, you were my savior.

After that day I went straight to Zilla and he responded quite well, which is very strange. If I'm in touch with Sebastian somehow I can smile and talk normally.

***

Several years passed, during the third grade of High School in the new school year. I was surprised to see Sebastian in his seat.

How not to be surprised, he turned out to be a school with me. My hero figure, why am I not aware? I know that answer, out of fear of men. I made walls in the male students.

Maybe that's the reason it's important.

But there is one more thing that amazes me, she is very different to the fitting of Junior High, she has no piercing and acts like a normal student.

Has he not done anything troublemaking anymore?

Every day I try to get close to Sebastian, this is because he is so different from other guys, he never tries to get close to me, expressing my feelings never. Without me realizing my brain was already full of him, I always stole a look at him. He is always focused and looks a little loner, sometimes cheerful.

But, one day our gazes met, he finally realized my eyes. I didn't care if he realized that I stole the view from him, so I kept looking at him even though our eyes met.

And from that day Sebastian and I became friends, he was completely different. I don't know why when I'm with him I can do whatever I want without fear.

Very strange, he was like a cure from fear. Usually just people's gazes, I'd be scared, but Sebastian's eyes are very different. His eyes provide comfort. I started to realize that I liked Sebastian.

When I was followed he willingly accompanied me on the same roof, when I was angry and blabbering he still accepted my side. Sebastian he's really special to me.

And that special figure. Now kiss with me. My heart feels so calm, so warm, I like him so much. He was the only one who could give this feeling.

We kissed on the bianglala ride, long enough. Our lips touched each other I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her, so that I could feel the warmth and could feel the warm lips from her.

A deep sense of happiness made me shed tears.

Five minutes passed since our lips were united. Sebastian let go of the kiss.

I looked at him with eyes full of happiness and a very beautiful smile.

"Sebastian, I love you."