My Lovely Bastard's

Sweet Pain's

Cassey stared at the wound through the glass, she grimaced. The wound was tightly closed with a bandage, but the pain and soreness were still felt. It's been even more painful since I got out of the hospital.

He smiled slightly, recalling Zack's misbehavior when admitting it was his first kiss on the forehead. Ah, he's happy to be a first for Zack.

Because he knows, Zack is a playboy. Obviously he has done everything with a lot of girls, so maybe if he does the first thing for Zack. Of course it's gonna work out, like him.

A lot of things he did with Zack the first time, and it was very hard on his heart and brain. Cassey smiled broadly, she was laying down her tiny body on her single bed.

Tonight, he thinks he's going to have a good dream. It's okay he got a wound to stitch, but instead he gave the first thing to Zack too.

 

 

Cassey waited for the bus, this time waking up earlier than usual. So that he could have breakfast first, he even brought a box of sandwiches and bacon.

Cassey was about to board a bus that had stopped. But his steps stopped because his hands were held from behind.

"Zack?" pekik Cassey's confused.

"You're going up, miss?" ask the bus driver, exasperated, because Cassey still stopped in his place.

"No sir," exclaimed Zack, who irritated the bus driver, nagging him.

"What's wrong? I could be late if I didn't get on that bus." Cassey stared sadly at the bus that was walking away.

"Your head still hurts because of me, let me take you. I was headed for your house." Zack keeps pulling Cassey.

"Have you changed the charge?" Cassey shook her head,

"I'd be horrified to change it myself, before I go to the cafe."

"Why did you go to the cafe?"

"Sift night, I work part-time there."

"You're still sick, get some rest."

"You want me fired? two nights ago I didn't leave, my boss last night was nagging me to my ears." Zack was silent, after all. That's Cassey's life, so it's rude of him to interfere.

"Not what, this. I bring food, eat at school. I go first, carefully drive it." Cassey put the box on Zack's car dashboard, smiled and got out of Zack's car.

After Cassey exited, Zack quickly drove his car forward. Cassey stared at Zack's departure with a wry smile, disappointed.

He expected a brief peck on the cheek or on the lip from Zack, or at least a sweet farewell as usual. But Zack just left, Cassey let out a long sigh.

"What the hell, he said earlier. He was in a hurry, well it must be because of that." Cassey muttered consolingly. Although he cannot deny it, if he still feels the disappointment.

"Jeez Cass, what's wrong with your head?" nery shouted hysterically at the bandages encircling Cassey's head. Cassey smiled, feeling guilty.

Two days ago he did not contact Nery at all, even though he always contacted Nery even if it was just a greeting. Being with Zack really made him forget everything.

"Ah, just a minor accident."

"How come? You fell? getting hit? or how?" nery's barrage made Cassey chuckle.

"Can you let me sit down first?" Nery blinked her eyes, she patted her forehead.

"Oh, yes. Sorry, let's sit." Nery immediately shifted her body that covered the entrance into the classroom. Cassey walked towards his stool, with Nery following him from behind.

"So tell me everything" said Nery sitting on the bench in front of Cassey, but facing Cassey.

Enthusiastically, Cassey recounted the whole incident. Starting from the beginning of his meeting, Zack's emotional statement, a trip to Los Angeles, to the wound he got because he peeked at Zack's forehead.

Nery gawks at hearing Cassey's story, she screams enthusiastically. Directly open up to the hysterical Cassey,

"God! congratulations on having a lover! I'm so happy." exclaimed Nery who made Cassey frown in confusion.

"Why are you happy?"

"You know, I'm really worried about you. Afraid you won't feel love after the accident that took the lives of both your parents. You kind of shut your heart to everyone." Cassey smiled wryly hearing Nery's words, it's true.

Ever since the tragic deaths of both his parents due to successive accidents on the toll road, he shut his heart. Because he feels if there are people who love him or like it is not purely because of love or affection. But out of compassion for him, and he hates it.

In the face with a look of pity, it was as if he was a cripple who could do nothing.