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.

The doorbell rings, it's Oliver.

"Hi," I tell him. I think I look awkward, as usual.

He answers: "Good morning. Have you been well?"

His lashes are long, his lips look soft. His eyes are amber colored, whole his skin is very fair and well maintained. He is quite tall, and his body is in good shape. His hair is quite short, but it's a very beautiful golden color. His fingers are long but his hands aren't rough.

He is wearing a very normal black t-shirt, and a pair of trousers of the same color.

This feels strange to me. He usually doesn't say anything. But I can't deny I feel happy.

Even my lips curled up before I reply:

"Good. You?"

His smile is so charming, and since I haven't seen it it years, it involuntarily makes me blush.

I close the door and we walk off.

On the way, he walks on my left, so I, can't help but think that he's doing it to help me not fall on the road.

"Emma, do you still like me?" he asks all of a sudden, looking at me seriously.

It shock me at first.

I can't deny I do, especially by the way I look at him everyday.

He won't do me any harm, and I won't be able to hide anything from him anyway, so I'll just be honest: "...yeah?

I don't know why, but his smile is so dazzling when he asks: "do you want to go out with me again?" looking slightly shy.

Hah, I can't believe this guy. He still has the guts to ask me that after everything he's done to me?

I start to remember how he treated me in the past.

"Me? With you? Why? Do you think you're worthy? To me, you're not even fit to be a toy, unlike these girls," he told me once. It was the first time I saw him have intercourse, but he looked fine. It couldn't have been his first time. I felt devastated, and still asked for an explanation, but only received a slammed door at my face.

"No, thank you."

No way I'd go back to those days. We were the same age, but he had messed with so many girls.

He looks hurt, but all he says is: "Ah."

We remained silent until entering school, we greet each other and go to our classes.

At the first break, I go out and see Oliver with many girls around him.

I knew he wasn't going to change but wow, he just asked me out this morning, what the hell?

Tch, I'll just go somewhere else.

Leaving, I suddenly hear: "Emma, wait,"

I recognize the voice.

It's Oliver's.

"What?" I ask him, with an annoyed look.

He really has some guts. What did he leave all of them for? Heh, trying to play with me? We'll see.

He looks hurt again, but he asks me: "Can we sit down and talk?"

We sit on the first bench we see, and he speaks: "Look, I know I did you wrong in the past, but, I'm just asking for another chance. I've change, I've really become a better person. I really love you. Please?"

He looks so sad and serious, I don't know of he means what he's saying, but, I can't deny I still love him.

"Oliver, I know this is fun for you and all, but you really are shameless. Unlike you, I have no time to play. I don't even know how many times we've been through this, yet you never change."

I despise him even more. How can he be like this? I don't even know what I like about him.

To be honest, if not for the cheating, he'd be a good boyfriend. I just don't get what happens when he cheats, it's like he doesn't even know me. He looks at me with his despisful amber eyes and says all kinds of mean things.

I really don't get him.

The bell rings, so I leave him and go in.

There, some of the girls from the group he left look at me angrily. Even though they say nothing, their eyes are speaking.

"B*tch" "Seducing him and then acting all innocent?" "trying to steal him from us?"

I honestly don't care about all this. They can't say anything to my face anyway, so screw them.

After school, I see Oliver waiting at the gate.

I unintentionally feel jealous, but don't show it on my face. Walking past him, he suddenly grabs my hand.

"What?" I say, angrily looking at him

He looks at me strangely.

.

"I was waiting for you." smiling, he speaks: "How about we just go somewhere today? On a date."

A date? But he never goes on dates with girls.

I just can't help but feel happy and give in:

"3 pm, don't be late," I say, walking to my house.

He runs towards me and we go home together.

After arriving at my house, he smiles at me, and goes.

I quickly eat lunch, do my homework, and prepare for the date.

Wearing a brown, pleated skirt and a black portrait necked shirt, I let my hair down.

I wait outside, until I see him.

He's wearing the same trousers from before, but changed his shirt to a white dress shirt.

He looks good, as always.

"It's not too far away, but taking the car should be better. Don't you want to know where we're going?" he says, looking at his driver.

He's waiting in his black aurion.

He knows how to drive, but he'd rather not.

"No. I'd like it to be a surprise," I respond distantly, entering the car.

After maybe half an hour, we finally arrive.

I think saying I'm surprised is the least I could say to describe my feelings.

It's the museum I've been dying to see since little. I couldn't come because it's prohibited for kids under 15, but they say it's awesome. It has the best historical things.

"Wow, Oliver. You really know how to surprise people."

But I wonder, have you done this to other girls as well? Tch, I feel annoyed just thinking about it.

He looked relieved at first, but then notices my mood change, and tells me to go inside.

We take a look at everything in there. It sure was worth it.

After seeing everything, we get out, and he brings me back in the car, saying: "We're gonna have the best ice-cream here, and I'll take you home."

"Oliver, thanks," I say, giving him a warm smile.

"Will you give me another chance?"

He sure is determined.

"Why?"

Why would I give him another chance? And why would he even want it? Wasn't he the one to cheat? Oh Oliver, I don't know what to do with you.

"I love you. You know I do. I know I've been a jeek to you, but I won't do it again. Please?" he responds, looking hurt.

Should I give you yet another chance? Do you even deserve it? I don't know, but I will try.

"One last chance."

He suddenly looks overjoyed and hugs me.

I can't really say I hate it, so I just pat him on the head, smiling.

We get in the car, and Oliver acts very lovely.

I look at the driver, who doesn't seem very bothered by all that's happening.

I guess I'll have to let Oliver be happy.

Maybe he really has changed. It's strange, but I don't dislike it.

We arrive at the ice-cream shop, sit down on a table, and order some.

We chatted and laughed like we hadn't done in years, and I honestly felt very happy.

After eating, he pays the bill and takes me home. Before opening the door, I look at Oliver one last time, and go in.

My parents already know I like Oliver, and his parents know as well, so they doesn't ask me about the date.

I personally don't feel the need to tell her either, since it's a bit personal.

I change into my sleepwear and then go to bed, with a smile.

The next day, I go to school with Oliver, and spend every break with him.

He looks so sincere, I can't help but be happy.

When was the last time he looked at me with such honest eyes? It was more than 4 years ago.

After school, I had to go meet my aunt and my cousins. She's very gentle, and my cousins don't mistreat me.

They're all around my age.

On the way to her house, I suddenly feel someone pulling my arm. I'm positive it's a man, but I didn't get to see him clearly, since he covered my mouth and nose with a drugged tissue. If it wasn't drugged...it would've...been better...

I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up from the cold water that was thrown at me.

I find myself tied to a chair, but my mouth is free.

"Who are you guys? I don't know you...Why are you doing this to me?" I ask, terrified.

"Hey, young lady, stop being such a scaredy cat. We have reasons for this," says a man in his twenties. He looks very handsome, just like Oliver, but he would never do this to me.