Chapter 163: KENN: Encounters and Antipathy

Kenn’s POV

To me, women out there are disgusting. Their behavior often triggers a feeling of nausea. I dislike women who behave flirtatiously the most, especially when it becomes excessive

Beauty and fashion style were always their top priorities to attract the opposite sex. The goal was mostly the same: to snare rich men so they could fulfill all their demands.

Life does require material things, but it is a huge mistake if a woman uses a man merely to drain his wealth.

Women in general were too noisy, spoiled, complicated, and troublesome. Therefore, I always avoided them or even refused to be involved with them at all. However, all of those assumptions changed after I got to know her. She was the person who had now become one of the most important things in my life.

At first, I felt antipathy toward her. Just like other girls, she was talkative, spoiled, careless, and flirtatious. Worse, she was the most greedy, threatening, and dirty-minded girl I had ever known.

"You're daydreaming about something dirty, aren’t you?" I said sharply at that time when I saw her lustful gaze directed at me.

"Ah, no. I mean, not at all," she answered haltingly.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance. "Your words don’t match your expression at all."

Who would believe it, seeing directly how she looked at me as if she were about to devour me, just like when she saw delicious food in front of her.

Those characteristics were some of the factors that made me extremely allergic to her presence.

Because I hated her so much, I was always looking for trouble with her. I often belittled her so-called brave attitude.

"What are you looking at?" she snapped irritably at the girl who seemed to hate her when we were eating in the cafeteria.

She raised one eyebrow when she saw me smiling cynically at her. "You too. Why are you staring at me like that?"

I snorted softly. "Idiot," I said. "You don’t even dare to fight someone as small as an atom peanut."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

Every day, provoking her emotions seemed to have become a new hobby for me. Her body was small, her skin was fair, and she wasn’t very tall. It instantly reminded me of the small round snack often called atom peanuts, Hendra’s favorite snack. She would get furious every time I called her that. Her anger would explode, and various harsh curses would fly out of her mouth.

"Listen carefully," she shouted madly. "You are a coward, an annoying guy, arrogant, a know-it-all, and your mouth is as sharp as chili!"

Good, that meant my plan had worked.

One day, when we were about to submit our assignment books in the teachers’ office, I felt that someone was following the two of us. Using the excuse that I wanted to talk to Mr. Ahmad, I told her to go back first.

My suspicion was correct. She was being followed by Akbar, a twelfth-grade student whom I had once beaten up for daring to harass Gita. When the place was quiet, Akbar covered her mouth from behind. I followed them secretly. Behind the school warehouse, I witnessed her being bullied by Farah and her group.

Six students, consisting of three girls and three boys, ganged up on her while she was alone. I grinned at the sight. With no intention of helping, I took out my phone and immediately recorded the whole incident.

I deliberately wanted to see how tough she really was. If necessary, I would use that video as a tool to mock her, to prove that the courage she claimed to have was nothing but empty talk in front of Farah and her friends.

It turned out that my judgment was completely wrong. Unexpectedly, she challenged Farah without fear.

"I heard you managed to go on a date with Kevan?"

"So what? Are you jealous because you can’t be like me?" She threw a mocking smile. "Kevan seems to prefer someone natural rather than those full of makeup like you."

She screamed when Farah grabbed her hair, but she still tried to stay calm and provoke her opponent’s anger.

At that time, I still underestimated her because I was sure that soon that so-called brave girl would lose her nerve.

Even when her hair was doused with orange juice, she still refused to admit defeat. Instead, she called Farah a coward.

"So? Giving up, or do you still want to fight me?"

"You're a coward!"

I fell silent for a moment watching her. That incident managed to make my forehead crease for a few seconds. She had quite a bit of courage. However, I still believed that her bravery would not last long.

As a result of her overly blunt words, she received a hard slap. Not just once, but twice, until the corner of her lips bled.

I thought she would give up, but my guess was far off. Instead of surrendering, the girl shouted as if she had lost control. She cursed Farah relentlessly, swore, and vowed to kill her.

"You dare slap me again? Bastard! I’ll get back at you, I’ll kill you. Let me go! You’re a coward, Farah!"

I smiled in amusement at that response. When she was angry, her nature could be the complete opposite of her usual self. She was truly a crazy girl.

She proved her words. Even though both her hands were restrained, she still managed to kick Farah.

"Damn it! My leg! Hold her! Don’t let her go!" Farah screamed in pain.

That made Farah look for another way to torture her. Her choice fell on a cockroach inside a plastic bag in her hand. Reflexively, my head turned quickly toward her. The girl’s eyes widened. She looked shocked and frightened. It was clear that her body was trembling, even if only faintly.

In such a desperate situation, she was still able to struggle and move her leg backward. She kicked Akbar’s shin until the man’s grip loosened because of the pain.

"Damn it! This little slut is really asking to die!" Akbar growled.

Unconsciously, I smiled in relief when I saw her move. She was truly a tough girl. Damn, I felt that something was wrong with my own thoughts.

I saw her trying to run away, but one of her legs was pulled from behind until she fell flat to the ground. Suddenly, my body tensed for no reason. She tried to use her other leg to break free, but the other guy quickly grabbed it again.

I stood still. The girl’s chances of winning were very small, almost impossible. Yet why had her spirit not faded?

A few seconds later, I saw her trying to reach for a shard of glass stuck in the ground. Did she not realize that the consequences of her actions would be terrible?

"You think you can get back at me so easily?"

My suspicion was right. Farah took the opportunity to step on her hand until the shard of glass pierced the palm of that foolish girl.

I groaned in annoyance. Why did I suddenly feel so worried about her?

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