The Glimpse of My Past novel Chapter 2

Diane’s P.O.V.

“Claire, can we talk?” A familiar voice asked.-

“Oh! It’s just you, Leandro. You’ve startled me.” I smiled… half-anxious, and half-surprised. Even Leandro did not know my real name, and I had no intention of revealing that to him.

Although I didn’t like him, I still tried to be nice to him as much as possible. For me, he was still a friend that I had to properly deal with. After all, we had been friends for two years. But I couldn’t deny the fact that it was awkward for him to just grab me without a word and pulled me into this dark corner.

“When will you give your ‘yes’ to me?” He asked me straight to the point and as if his eyes were glued at me.

My forehead creased into a furrow. Wait, what?

That made me avert my gaze because I did not know how to look at him. In the first place, I never allowed him to court me. Right from the start, I already made it clear that all I wanted to do with him was entirely friendship—nothing more and nothing less.

But why would he bother to ask such a question when he already knew the answer?

Leandro was only making it hard for me because he was very enthusiastic and persistent in pursuing me as if giving up would never be an option. That alone made me feel sick about him.

Suddenly, my head hurt so I closed my eyes and heaved a deep sigh. This was one of his qualities I truly disliked about him. He always had this manipulative attitude that was not easy to get along with. He was undoubtedly possessive, and there was no question to that.

He was almost perfect, but what made him a major turn-off was his obsession and controlling attitude that suffocated me whenever I was with him. He was choking me, and if it was already the worst part, how much more if he already became my boyfriend? He might lock me up in the house.

And the way how he was grasping me right now? He looked like someone who would never accept any defeat. He seemed to be owning me when I didn’t want to be owned by anybody. For Leandro, everything he liked was something he could surely own, and no one could ever take that away from him. I wasn’t a thing he could possess anytime he wanted.

“Wait, Leandro…” I appealed.

As I gently removed my hand from him because it quite hurts due to the intensity of his grip, I sweated with fear. He would like to hold me again, but I backed away from him.

“Right from the start, haven’t I declared that you don’t have to expect anything from me? I don’t want to be rude, but what I could only give you was entirely friendship. I’m sorry,” I apologetically told him.

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but his ego was screaming more. Besides, it would be better for me to slap him with the truth than for him to expect a lie. I didn’t want him to rely on something that would never happen. I didn’t want him to assume that what we have was mutual understanding because it wasn’t.

“I’ll go ahead. I have to time out early,” I bade him goodbye.

I turned around and started to step away from him, but I felt that he still followed me until he grabbed my left arm—causing me to face him again. It was a bit tighter compared to the previous one, and with my rosy-white skin, I was sure that my arm would turn red from his grip. It made me bite my lower lip.