Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Silly Little Boyfriend: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

[Let's break up. I think your sister and I are a perfect match.]It was a bright, sunny afternoon when I read that message in the coffee shop downstairs from my apartment.The barista, a young man, was shaking so much he looked like he had Parkinson's. I recognized him. He'd been working at the coffee shop for a while now. When he first started, he was a good-looking kid, and he managed to get quite a few requests for his number. But as soon as people figured out he had a bit of a mental disability, they all lost interest.I watched the cup tremble in his hands, a sudden feeling of dread creeping up on me.In the next second, the coffee cup tipped over. The brown liquid spread across my skirt."Hey, what are you..."First, my boyfriend cheated with my sister. Then, some guy spilled coffee all over me.I felt the fire inside me rise, my temper boiling over.I stood up suddenly and glared at the person in front of me, only to realize that he was tall—so tall I had to look up at h

She was still smiling at me as she left. "I didn't have much to say, but Dad wanted me to pass along a message. If you don't come home soon, don't bother coming back at all." I fell silent.My relationship with my father had always been on the verge of completely breaking down. It all boiled down to the mess of a blended family, which had been magnified to extreme proportions in our case. Selena and I shared the same father, but we had different mothers. My stepmother was my father's first love. She was the type to be domineering, a classic spoiled rich heiress, which left no room for me in her life. And my father, guilty over the past, catered to her every whim. My childhood memories were filled with me and my stepmother clashing, her running to my father in tears, and him punishing me for it. So, once I was old enough, I couldn't get away from that house fast enough. I hadn't gone back for years. -I stared at Ben, who was curled up on the couch, hugging his knees wi

That afternoon, the manager called me into her office.She was a woman in her forties or fifties, strict with everyone, but she had taken me under her wing at this company. The air conditioning in her office was cranked up high. I shut the glass door behind me. When our eyes met, I could see a hint of helplessness behind the thin lenses of her glasses."Pack your things this afternoon, then go to finance to get your last paycheck," she said.I had expected to be fired, but I didn't think it would come so suddenly. I opened my mouth to ask her why, but the words got stuck. Why? What had I done wrong? I had worked so hard. Was it really because of those unfounded rumors that all my efforts in the workplace were erased? I had already tried explaining, but nothing had changed.This job meant a lot to me—it was hard to come by. That was why my hands trembled as I fought the bitterness rising within me. Finally, I gathered my courage, biting my lip before meeting her gaze. "C

But before I could run over, someone grabbed me."Don't rush, Ms. Palmer. It'll be your turn soon."The person with the scissors stood in front of me again. I struggled with all my might, but it was useless. The man yanked my hair, and the scissors descended upon it. I stared at the long strands of hair that fell to the ground.I looked at the young man lying there, eyes tightly shut.I screamed his name, my voice nearly gone.A gust of wind blew through.The person holding me suddenly fell, as if something had knocked them down. I heard the person with the scissors shouting, followed by the sound of fists landing on flesh.Ben stood in front of me.But could that still be Ben?How could a cognitively impaired man dodge a black-clad man's attack so skillfully, grab his arm, and then slap him across the face with brutal force?How could he, clean and swift, snatch the scissors and stab them into another man's arm?A blood-curdling scream pierced the rainy night.In the

He sighed. "Do you really think I still need any of this?"I didn't answer."Ms. Palmer, instead of fussing with these things, maybe you should focus on fixing your hair. And… stop bugging me. It's pointless."I watched him walk away in silence, his back retreating from my side. He really did have a temper and a blunt way of speaking.But Ben…He had called me Jen. He had pulled me to the ground when he was scared of thunder and insisted on holding me while we slept. He had waited for me to come home with a smile on his face.He had started this.He made me look at the chaos of my life and suddenly feel like there was something to look forward to.Now, he was leaving without a word; he didn't want me anymore.-I went to the salon and had my hair cut short.The stylist told me that the way they cut it left my hair completely messy. So, even though I wanted a trim, they had to cut it extremely short—right above my ears.The hair that had once reached my waist was now cut so