"You really thought that I would date such a loser like you?" Stella looked at John with disgust on her face, she was currently holding a Katana in her hand that was pointed at John's neck.
"I... I am sorry... Stella... Please put the sword down." John said with both of his hands raised. He was regretting his decision; his friends told him that he should try on Stella and she would definitely say yes.
So he went and asked her out on a date behind the school. But who would have known that she carried a sword to school? Who carries a sword nowadays? Everyone carried guns, right?
He was already eighteen years old and was ready to blossom some flowers, but he was now facing a giant sword in front of him.
Stella looked at him with her eyes narrowed and after a deep breath she finally pulled back the sword and strapped it behind her back.
Only after she put down the sword did John let out a sigh of relief. "I am sorry that I asked you out, I will never do it again, heck I will never ask a girl out again!" He said with a determined expression on his face.
After today's trauma he could never dare to ask a girl out again, because what if she pulled out a sword like Stella and beheaded him that time?
After he said this he expected Stella to shoo him away, but instead she adjusted her hair behind her ears and a small blush appeared on her face.
"By the way, why did you ask me out?" She asked with an embarrassed tone.
When John heard her words a frown appeared on his face. Why is she asking me this question, is it some type of test and if I answered incorrectly then she would kill me? He gulped his saliva and sweat formed on his forehead.
His eyes darted to the sword handle that was protruding behind her head and shivers ran down his spine. He didn't wanna die so soon.
Seeing him silent, an annoyed expression appeared on her face. "Why are you silent? Were you making fun of me when you asked me out earlier?" She said as her right hand moved over her head and grabbed the hilt of the longsword.
"Eh..." John jumped back as his heart skipped a beat. "No, I was not making fun of you, I genuinely liked you, but since you don't seem too fond of me I will happily back down." He blurted out quickly as he didn't wanna make her angry.
Stella heard his words and a small smile appeared on her face and then her face flushed red. She left the grip around her sword and looked down in shame.
She started playing with her black hair again. "Are you telling the truth?" She asked as she stepped forward towards him.
More and more sweat appeared on John's forehead as he saw her stepping forward. He almost choked on his own spit as fear covered all his senses.
"Ye... Yea..." John murmured in fear.
As Stella heard his words a big smile appeared on her face, she left the sword hilt and jumped towards him and then hugged him, her breasts pressing against his chest and her hot breath wreaking havoc on his neck.
"So you love me, I never thought that anyone would love me." She said in his ears in a shameful tone.
John was about to get hard when he pushed her away. He didn't wanna die—if she felt his boner then she might really kill him.
He clenched his legs together and looked at her with his heart beating out of his mouth. She hugged me, does it mean that she likes me too? He thought.
Stella on the other hand looked at him with a frown on her face. "Why did you push me away, darling?" She said as she held his arm and pressed her chest against him. There was a deep blush on her face and she was acting shy.
Not like the dangerous girl she was before.
Why are her mood swings so bad? Just now she was ready to kill me because I asked her out and now she is acting all shy and stuff as if she is in love with me. He gulped his saliva. She's dangerous, I have to stay away from her. Those fuckers, they put me into this! I never knew she was a maniac!
John took in a deep breath. Although she was beautiful, he could never be with such a maniac or one day she might really kill him.
"Ahm... Stella..." John coughed, trying to make her back away.
Stella looked at him with a sharp gaze. "Yes, darling?" She asked.
Feeling her dangerous gaze on him, John almost fainted and his words died in his throat. "How about we go home now?" He said, looking down at her chest that was squeezed against his arm.
When she heard his words an even deeper blush appeared on her cheeks. "You wanna take me to your house so soon?" She asked with a shy voice, looking down at the ground.
John shivered at her words. "No... I meant you go to your house and I go back to mine. We can meet up tomorrow again maybe." He explained.
Stella moved away from him and took out her sword again. "Are you saying that I am not physically attractive?" She asked as a death aura descended on John.
John felt like his head could roll off at any moment. He looked down at her curvy figure, her short skirt revealing her milky soft thighs and her white shirt was almost see-through, from which he could make out the outline of her black bra.
It's not that you are not physically attractive but you are just a psycho! He thought, but never voiced out his thoughts as he didn't have a death wish.
"No! You are very attractive. It's just we are already late and my mom would be angry if I am late, so I should head back." He said quickly, trying to get off her trail.
"You think I am physically attractive?" She asked again, but her tone didn't soften this time. Instead she stared at him with calm eyes.
"Yes." John nodded quickly.
"So what are you gonna do to me once you take me to your house?" She asked.
"No! What can I do, I will do nothing!" John was scared and didn't wanna offend her.
Swush!
The sword's edge suddenly pressed against his neck again. "But you said I am physically attractive, so why won't you do anything to me?" She asked, her tone icy.
"Well..." Sweat dripped down his forehead, he couldn't tell what he should say in this situation.
"I..." He looked around to see if he could escape by running away but he knew that there was no chance—the moment he tried to move she would behead him.
"I will do anything you want!" He said and closed his eyes, hoping that she wouldn't behead him.
After a while he opened them again and sighed in relief that she didn't kill him and that her sword was now tucked back again behind her back.
"You said you will do anything I want, right?" She asked with both of her hands crossed below her chest.
"Yea... Sure..." He said.
"Ok then, we are going to your house. My parents kicked me out yesterday, so from now on I will stay at yours." She said and picked up her bag.
"Wa... What do you mean?" John was shocked by her words, he couldn't keep a maniac like her in his house.
Stella's icy gaze landed on him again. "What? I am your girlfriend from now on, so it's normal for me to stay with you." She said in a nonchalant tone while tossing her bag towards John.
John caught the bag with a flabbergasted look on his face. "But... I don't live alone, I still live in my mother's house. She would never allow for us to live together." He quickly explained.
Stella suddenly turned silent and thought for a bit. After a big silence she sighed. "Ok, if my mother-in-law doesn't allow us to live together then I will find a new place, but I will have to ask her myself." She said.
"Come, we are going to your house." She said and started walking forward as if she knew where John lived.
"Wait, take your bag!" John picked up his own bag and shouted.
Stella turned around and looked at him with a sneer on her face. "You are my boyfriend, so it's your duty to carry heavy things for your girl." She said, and moving closer to him she grabbed his arm again.
"And my duty is to look pretty for you." She said and pressed her chest against his arm, a shy smile appearing on her face again.
John was about to turn unconscious from her rapid change of behaviour; it was like she had a dual personality.
After thinking for a while he found no way to deny her without losing his head, so he gave up and started walking towards his house with Stella holding his arm with a smile on her face.
'She said she would find a new place if mother denied her. Once we reach home I will get rid of her, there is no way mom would agree for her to stay with me, after all both of us are only eighteen years old.' He thought.