Points of view.

Set - part II of III

A couple of days had passed since that cake incident on the school stairs, and Dao Ming Si was still thinking about that stupid girl who had had the audacity to challenge him in front of his friends. With the exception of his older sister, Zhuang, no woman had EVER dared to do so, and whoever had tried to challenge him in the past, had failed miserably. In fact someone almost lost a leg to him. Now, he obviously wasn't thinking of hitting a woman – as he was raised differently. However he couldn't possibly let that go. Also that tingling sensation hadn't left him since that day. It was so annoying.

After a little research, he found out about her family business and the fact she was doing the deliveries, so he straight away ordered 20 takeout meals, satisfied with himself for this brilliant idea. He was about to see her again. He heard her footsteps as she approached; that sizzle through his veins was definitely there, and it was intensifying as she got closer.

"Sir, here's your takeout."

He was still looking away, so she hadn't recognized him yet. Grinning slightly, he turned to face her. "You? You ordered takeout?" she asked.

"Yeah. Shouldn't you be glad that I'm supporting your family?" It was so satisfying to know that there was no way she could reply to that.

"Here are your 20 takeout meals. Please enjoy."

Was there a hint of irony in her voice? And was she really leaving so soon? He couldn't possibly let her go already: he hadn't even started with her.

"Stop" he demanded.

"What?" she asked.

"I didn't check the food yet. I need to make sure you didn't get my food wrong." Then he approached her with his most obnoxious attitude knowing that he was getting on her nerves.

He grinned again, his expression full of contempt: "This is what your family sells? It doesn't look good at all."

"Then don't eat it!" she simply replied while snatching the box from his hands. "I'll take it back." Her black and shiny hair was pulled back in a ponytail, two strands of hair framed her face, and he could not help but notice once again how beautiful she was.

And that pissed him off as she wasn't even TRYING to be nicer to him. He roughly grabbed the box back. Again he was starting to feel the adrenaline rush that made his blood pump faster. 

"I spent money on them, I'll give them to whoever I want. Do you have a problem with that?" he teased her. After all he was enjoying teasing her.

"I know you're bullying me. But you shouldn't waste food like this. Do you know how much time my mom spends on making these lunch boxes? Enough is enough!" she was starting to lose it, and he was living for that.

"Is it my problem now? Hey, you should be nicer to your customers" he poked her once more and couldn't wait to hear one of her sassy replies.

"I'm nice to good customers. You don't deserve it!" she said slowly as she looked at him with scorn. SCORN. How dare she?

"Say that again" he ordered.

"Or what? They say only the elite can go to Ming De, they're polite and have good manners. But when i see you, I feel ashamed for you" she said harshly.

That hit home hard. The excitement from all the bickering was replaced by rage. Once again, that stupid girl wasn't even considering she was speaking to HIM. SHE was criticizing HIM. How dare she not like him like any other girl did? He could feel the fury tighten his throat; he was breathing through his nostrils like a raging bull.

"You don't know how hard other people have to work. You're a parasite of society!" she yelled at him.

"SHUT UP!" he yelled back, throwing the lunch box straight at her face.

The look she gave him was full of anger and astonishment, but mostly it was a wounded gaze that made him suddenly feel like an idiot, that made him feel terribly guilty.

Guilt, a feeling that was completely new for the almighty Dao Ming Si. He could not even look at her in the eyes anymore, so he cowardly turned his face to the other side in order to avoid her dark eyes piercing his soul with disdain – a disdain that he felt was completely deserved and, oh, how much he disliked that sudden moment of self-awareness.

"You insulted me first, you deserve it."

You deserve it for making me feel like an idiot, you deserve it  for making me act like an idiot, you deserve it for not acknowledging this heat rush that's shaking ME upside down, and it's all your fault, he taught. But he still couldn't look at her.

As she was running away, he finally turned his head to look at her, feeling for the first time in his life like the complete asshole he had just behaved as.