“Yamada-san, for the longest time, I-----------”

I took a deep breath before I looked back to the girl who uttered those words. There goes another girl this morning. "I'm sorry I'm in love with someone else." I politely replied but seeing her that she might attempt to respond, I added that I need to go somewhere and people needed me.

And also the fact I completely ignore that she was in tears even before she confessed so, yay for me?

She continues to cry beautifully and looks down, not really making any effort to hide that she is sad about me rejecting her, which I am feeling guilty, but only just a bit.

Women.

“I’m sure you’ll gonna find someone better.” I tried to mean it, but in all honesty, I really do not care. I am actually tired so I walk off and never even dare to look back since it might give her false hopes and I desperately need to go.

Jesus.

“Yamada-san. . . . “

And then, I run, slightly cursing why I attract women I don’t even like and continue to frown. She was the third girl whom I rejected in the first morning of the first semester (two girls ambushed me when I tried to go in my class). Since I have the worst luck in the world, I guess she will not be th