1 The Begging (1/2)

We met at the age of three, when he first came to our neighborhood. I don't remember it clearly, but my mother says so.

I remember we went to kindergarten together a year later, and that was when it all began.

At the age of five, he told me he liked me, and I did too, but he left me on the same day for another girl.

I don't blame him, because he was just a kid, but I felt pretty bad back then.

He kept doing it every few days.

”I like you,” he'd say, and then he'd do whatever he wanted with other girls.

It went on for years, until I got tired of it ten years later. He understood and didn't bother me, although he still played with other girls.

It did hurt, I, won't lie, but at least less than before.

His name is Oliver, and he's now 19.

My name is Emma, and I am a junior college student.

We go to different classes, but we're in the same year.

He's super attractive, with good grades and wealth. He's known as the school's playboy, but it doesn't bother anyone.

The girls he toy with still talk to him, seduce him, and they have fun together. He doesn't talk with me anymore, we just greet each other and go to school together.

I also come from a rich family, my grades are no worse than his, even my looks are on the same level, but for him, I'm just a toy he used for years and is tired of now.

He's cold and distant to me, not like the other girls.

I don't understand why, but I feel it's better this way.

Anyway, today I have to go to school with him, like always.

I dress up pretty casual for school, not like those girls who go with a dress on.

Today I chose a white turtleneck shirt and a pair of black pants. I pulled my dark purple hair in a bun.