Chapter 11

I'm alone seating in the sofa that Syl chooses, drinking my third glass of margarita.

Many tried to approach me but stop in the midway after seeing how intimidating I look. I can't blame them, after what happened years ago I never want to get near any man.

It's not like I'm disgusted or something, it was like a defense mechanism that whenever a man try to approach me, my mind instantly remind my eyes to look at them fiercely and not let them approach me.

Well, it gave me a lot of benefit so I never tried to changed it nor fix it.

Syl is frowning as she approached me. She just came from the dance floor and must be tires for dancing in thirty minutes.

"How many did you reject tonight?! Geez, you woman are really hardheaded!" I just raised my eyebrow at her and laugh.

She glared at me again and smacked my head hard that made me frown but laughed at the end.

She looks pretty drunk.

She keeps on swaying while walking towards me. Her hair is messy and her lipstick is smudged. Probably