Love Me, Please
42. Theory, Theory on the Wall

"Why what?" Beck asked back. His black eyes this time returned the look of my eyes.

"Why can you be that cute? You really don't think about what other people say about you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because they don't matter."

"Continue?"

"So what? If you want a clear name, dong!"

"I mean, why would you think like that?"

Questions that were thrown before Beckham answered short and firmly. But not this time. For all the time, he was just silent. Back busy with that damn eraser. "Udah, ah. Yuk learn. Why is it that the conversation is not clear?"

I'm mafhum going to the tank. "Beck's." I don't know what makes me feel like I have to press.

However, the answer that came out was completely unpredictable. "Shut the fxck up, Nikita! Take care of your own business!"

Beckham Lee Pierce instantly turned cold again.

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I followed the lead with half a heart. Some try to understand and the other side is still arrogant because he cursed at me. Though I think we both enjoyed the mutual jest we did because he seemed to be starting to open up. However, not saddened, even this is how it became.

One step forward to take a thousand steps back.

Stop it, Nikita! Your focus now is not the young man sitting across from you, but the value of the subjects you are learning.

I gathered the intention until it was round. While looking at the sort of thing he gave me the other day, I cast a spell in my heart. I-i can. This is easy. I can finish it.

However, still facts that say not as easy as words.

Know-know-thoughts have conquered my head again. You're a fool, Nikita! Doing things just can't afford. What can you do, huh? No becus!

Why is his voice so similar to Papa's?

You don't deserve Kayden.

Kay.

Oh, God. No.

Kay.

No.

A gentle touch jolted my attention back to the present.

"Hey." The repeated gentle pats on my unwitting hands had trembled. "You okay?"

You okay? It's still the same issue. The answer will not be different.

"Ye-yeah," I stammered as I pulled a hand into the lap. "I'm okay. I'm totally okay."

Two deep wrinkles form on Beckham's forehead. "But .. you don't look all right."

"The wrinkles on your forehead are funny" I said haphazardly.

Beck brushed off my comment. "My silence has nothing to do with this. Now answer me!"

Waw. Did he really just say that? What a double standard this asshole is!

"Why do you care? Didn't you say take care of each other's business?" my snapping. Just yummy. He does not want me to interfere in his affairs, but he can freely enter my personal life? Hell no's!

I got up, trying to flex the muscles that were tensed due to stress. Damn it, Nikita! You must successfully raise your value. That's the only way you can get on the team again.

Shake your arms forward and backward, occasionally the soles meet and clap softly. I relax my legs by walking around in small steps, then turning the ankles alternately. And so are my two hands.

Come, Nikita! Youcan. You definitely can. You should be able to.

However, how to win a showdown if what is involved is your own brain and heart?

The answer is .. No one knows.

"Ng .. sorry." There was an apology of hesitation from across the table.

"Gue doesn't need your apology." I hurried to reject it.

I let the sentence pass without a response.

"Relax."

I'm staying quiet.

"Chill out."

Mum.

"Calm down."

"Leaves. M. The. Fxck. Alone." Kalakian I growled.

A stifled gel escaped the lips of the guy who a moment ago with his moron I considered becoming a friend. "Where do I want to celebrate Elo? We, right, here want to study together."

"Yes! If so you learn alone," I propose while throwing your face away.

"But, who didn't pass calculus, right, you're not me."

What a freaking snob! "Can't you, anyway, your mouth is given a filter first? Let what comes out of your congor lo it does not always make bad people's hearts!"

Dom dares to raise his shoulders. "Or the person who was told not to be too baper. How's it?"

"Lo that's a real jerk, you know, no, lo?"

"What's? I why?" his question was obviously about to mock.

I won't be the object of this young man's innocence. "God!" I cried while standing up and cleaning things up. "Gue wants to go home."

And that also made him rise up. "Eitz! Shxt. Uh, I mean sit, sit. Don't go home yet, dong. We're not, are we, we're not done."

"Bodo is very."

"Seriously lo? Want to bodo very much the same position you in the team?"

Fuck ya! Fuck him and his arrogance! Fuck him and his genius! Fuck all about fucking Beckham!

I took a deep breath and then slowly let out. A one-time. Twice. Three times. Return to position by sitting cross-legged. I take my hands off the things I hold. Blazer and tie I've been opening up since. The sleeves of the shirt I was wearing were rolled up to the elbows.

The lush leaves of these oaks weave us from the searing September afternoon sunburn of scorching Los Angeles. Ironically, however, they were unable to protect my heart against the most inconsistent man before me.

"You want what, anyway, Beck?" my risk is low after mastering the emotions.

"You mean?" Scars don't understand painting his face that— quotes Paulina—handsome to a nerd.

"Yes, what do you want? Do you want us to learn? Okay, fine. Sorry if I had time to comment or ask about things you do not want to share. I will price your privacy. But that means you have to do the same to me. Appreciate my personal issues."

All of a sudden he shook his head. "Son," Beckham said. "Gue thinks in this case we can't do that, huh."

Confusion visited us alternately. Now it's my turn to wonder. "Can't why? What reason?"

"Yes, I have some theories about ...." Beck puffed his lines there.

I gave him a chance to continue. However, after a certain amount of time had passed, he was still petrified. "What about?" my insistence on arkian.

She shook her head. Again. "Gue can't say yet. But, later if all is sure, I will tell you, really. Because it's about you."

My curiosity is really in the bushes. "What, anyway, Beck?"

"Let me till tomorrow."

His secretive actions inevitably made my blood boil to the top of my head. "It's not clear!"

For the third time he put his shoulders down. "Make me clear."

"Gue doesn't have time to tackle your riddles, yes."

"Lo doesn't have or don't want to set aside time?"

"Whatever." I took a bag and then I got that blue dongker blazer. "I'm leaving."

However, just turning around, the words Dom spewed out managed to nail me on the spot. "Lo's scared, right?"

What the ....

To be continued ....