But all I received in return was a merciless slap. She hit me hard, with all her strength, and blood trickled from my mouth as my face burned with pain.
As if that wasn't enough, she then poured the wine from the table over my head. The sour, slightly bitter liquid ran down my face, reflecting my current state of panic and confusion.
"Alan, I've been with Jeff Yukio for a while now. I'm sorry for telling you this so late, but please don't bother me anymore. It's over between us."
2
Jeff, that junior who was two years younger than her, was very popular with the girls—sunny, cheerful, handsome, and the acknowledged heartthrob of their school. He was also Mona's junior.
Sometimes I looked at him and thought, if I were a girl, I might fall for him too!
He seemed like a male version of Mona. They always had endless things to talk about, conversations that I couldn't even begin to join.
The first time I saw him, I hated him. I hated the way he looked at Mona. I knew he had feelings for her.