He Does Not Own A Pair Of Pretty Hands.

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He’s not even undeniably handsome.

If it’s anything close to that, she’d say that he’s easy to the eyes.

Tanned skin, bright eyes, dark hair, chirpy voice, average Asian height. He doesn’t even have a pair of pretty hands; which is a must for her when she’s skimming around the water for an eye candy. His are muscular and crooked, rough. His fingernails are chipped and it seems like he has a habit of biting them off when he studies.

He’s dangerous, because he’s the complete opposite of everything that she’s looking for in a man.

But right now, he’s exactly the guy she’s fallen head over heels for. Literally.

(that’s what you get when you have your eyes on someone’s pretty nape and shoulders instead of your front while walking down the street)

It’s been hundreds of times since she started telling herself that this is just an unexpected crush. He’ll go away yeah, he will. Like many other crushes she had before this, one day he’ll just become another annoying face to bear once you’ve known their despicable traits.

But when that hundreds almost count up to a thousand, she starts to freak out. Especially when she can’t even think of a word to say when he says “Hi!” and smiles at her this afternoon during lunch.

Oh man, this crush is going to ruin her ideals of a man.