《Hate me [Finished]》13.
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След половин час ми се приходи до тоалетна.Леко станах,защото оппа спеше и не исках да го будя.Отидох до кабинката.Почуках.Беше заето.След малко вратата се отключи и познайте кой излезна от вътре.Lee Jong Suk,естествено.Ако беше преди,щеше да ме напъха в тоалетната и да ди играе с мен и тялото ми както обикновено.Но сега просто ме погледна.Наистина очите му бяха различни.Гледаше ме празно,без никаква емоция.
-Е,бебче,как е новият?По-добър ли е от мен?
Как може точно тези въпроси да зададе.
-Ми те хората обикновено питат "как си" или нещо от сорта.
-Но аз знам,че не си добре.Все пак вече не съм в живота ти.Липсва ти бурната ни любов,сигурен съм.
-Ти пак ли не си пиеш хапчетата?Каква бурна любов?Та ти ме изнасили,за да си отмъстиш на майка ми,която не ме познава.Подигра се с чувствата ми.Ето защо се разделихме.
-Само аз ли си играх с теб?А ти какво направи.Наряза ми главата със стъкла след като прави секс с мен и ме остави в болницата.Съмнявам се,че някога си имала чувства към мен!
-Не мога да повярвам,Jong Suk.Зарадвах се да те видя,но не вярвах,че ще водим такъв разговор.
-Аз пък не се зарадвах.Защо да съм щастлив да видя моето момиче с най-добрия ми приятел.Да се радвам,че ме е забравила ли?Че някой друг сега я докосва?Че прави с някой друг секс.
-Ние не сме...
-Моля?
-Не съм го правила с никого освен с теб.
-Какво означава това?
-Ти взе девствеността ми.И ти беше единственият,с който правих секс.Никой друг не е виждал голото ми тяло,нито ме е докосвал.
-Ами Geun Suk?
-Заедно сме от няколко месец.
-Е и?С мен го прави на втория месец.
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-Да,защото ти си отмъстителен перверзник,който ме третира като боклук.
-Ти...
Лицето му се зачерви.Хвана ме за ръката и ме вкара в тоалетната.Заключи я.Мълчеше и не казваше нищо.Аз седях върху капака на тоалетната и гледах лицето му.
-Jong Suk?
-Какво?
-Одеве ти ме нарече "моето момиче".Относно това...
-Да,извинявай.Трябваше да кажа мечка.
-Какво?
-Надебеляла си.Тоя да не те храни,за да те заколи и да си прави печено с теб?
-Ти сериозно ли?
-Е да ти изглежда така,все едно се бъзикам?
Погледнах го с изнервено лице.Той се наведе и боцна носа ми,а после ми се усмихна.Исках да го целуна,но мисълта за Geun Suk не ми позволяваше.Та аз бях с него сега.Какво щеше да си помисли той за мен?!
-Искаш да ме целунеш,нали?
Изчервих си.
-Но мисълта за гаджето ти те спира.Ти наистина си голяма коза.
-Моля?
-Мислиш си,че ще ти позволя да ме целунеш и след това ще се върнеш при него?Няма да стане!Да,слабост си ми,но няма да си играеш с чувствата ми.
-Абе ей,кажи ми колко курвички си изчукал досега?Сигурно даже и имената им не помниш.
-Чукал съм много,но удоволствие не ми е доставяло.
-Погнусявам се.
-Коза!
-Прасе!
-Та ще правиш ли нещо в тази тоалетна?
-Да,ще ходя по голяма нужда.
-Отвратителна си.
-Излез!
Той отключи вратата и се изнесе.Олеле,как ме дразни.
След малко се върнах и видях как Jong Suk и моя оппа си говорят.
-Какво става тук?
-С Jong Suk се сдобрихме.
-Какво?
-Да.Обясни ми как са стояли нещата и защо ми е бил шута.Извини ми се.Сега пак сме най-добри приятели.
-Ама как...
Бившият ми ми се усмихна коварно.Ахх ти,магаре.
-Познай какво!Той скоро се връша в Корея и пак ще учим в едно училище.
Изведнъж усмивката слезе от лицето ми.Пак щях да го виждам.И то всеки ден...Но...Дали щях да му устоя?
Jong Suk се приближи до ухото ми и прошепна:
-Скоро,козата пак ще смени собственика си.
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