The medical team entered the clinic with John as their patient. John opened his left eye to looked at the two and his surroundings before jumping off from their shoulders.

"Wait! I need to go to the bathroom!" John yelled as he hid his hand from behind him. The two looked at each other with reluctance but without any doubt, John rushed out.

John quickly dashed out from the clinic like a cheetah running after its prey. The two guys who carried him looked at him incredelously like he just grown four eyeballs on his face by the clinic door. They both shrugged before letting John run madly through wherever the hell his legs might take him.

John slipped inside the mens bathroom. He quickly washed off his hands and srubbed it many times with soap. When he felt satisfied and feeling free from germs, he also changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom and saw that the drill was already dismissed.

Since he had no more classes in the evening, he decided to hang out off of the university campus. He was walking out of the university gate when he caught sight of a figure he doesn't want to deal ever in his life.

He ignored him and just walked nonchalantly to the bus stop. He walk inside the bus but that person also got in and sat down two seats away from him. When the bus came to a slow stop, John quickly dashed through the isle of the bus and hopped out just when the door opened and dashed madly inside the mall.

He hid in some corner by a shop and looked cautiously behind his surrounding to see if that guy was still following him and saw no sights of him. He breath a sigh of releif. But when he turned around to lean to the wall, the smug face of that guy was already in front of him while smiling coyly at him.

"Oh fuck!" John cursed and gave a few kicks to Terrence who blocked it easily with his strong thighs.

"What do you want?" He coldly asked.

"Is it wrong to be in the mall?"

"Your following me!"

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are!"

"Nope."

Realizing that this conversation is going nowhere, he just gave a kick to Terrence and quickly walked off to go stroll around.

He went inside a coffee shop and bought himself a coffee and a tart then sat down but the guy was there too! Sitting opposite to him but in a different table and they have the same ordered coffee and tart. He drink and the guy would also, he ate and the guy would do so too. John lose interest in his drink, stood up and throw it to the garbage bin and walk out.

Next, he went inside the arcade. He played basketball and was glad he got a high score that made the alley cheer for him. But all too suddenly, another victory sounded beside him and saw the smiling face of Terrence as he beat his records. John gritted his teeth and annoyingly walked out of the alley, out of the arcade with his hands in his pockets and a disgruntled expression on his face.

The next stop he went is a famous boutique selling clothes. He looked through the rack of different shirts. A plain white shirt had attracted John and he pulled it out of the rack but when his head caught up a figure opposite to him who was looking intently on the clothes before him. He felt his nose flare up in anger upon seeing his face.

'First, you ruined my appetite. Second, you stole my crowd, and now you even dare to follow me till here. If I would have broken my bones right now, would you also be doing that?!' John angrily thought to himself.

Returning the shirt he just pick since he lose the mood, he slowly took a step out of the shop with careful stride and gaze fixed on the man who is still looking at the clothing in front of him. He felt his forehead throbbed in anger when he saw the shirt he picked out a few seconds ago being held by him. He looked at it intently before going to the cashier to pay for it.

"You!..." John angrily gritted his teeth in anger but didn't dare to make a scene so he quickly fled off from the place and dashed madly into the crowd to get to the elevator.

'What is wrong with him?! Just because he's Andrei's cousin he can also mock me in anger. How evil can he be?!' John continued his uproar in his mind while his right foot stomp angrily on the elevators floor.

The kid beside him kept looking at him in wonder then tugged at his mothers dress and whisper. ''Mom, is he a pervert?''

''Don't mind him honey. Even if he has that kind of face, we don't know what he's thinking.'' The mother replied and pulled his son to her embrace.

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It was Tuesday morning and John had a class at seven thirty in that day. He woke up early and went to his university. When he arrived, there were still few students hanging around and the parking lot wasn't that pack up too. It has only four cars parked and he can guessed that the black one parked on the center of the parking lot belongs to the demon who kept following him yesterday.

Without any more thought, he hurriedly went to his respective class. There were only eight of them out of twenty five who are already present so it had make a chance for John to sleep for awhile before class could start. It was still early so he will take a short nap for awhile.

"Is John Dave McSullen here?" A girl called out from the door.

The other seven people looked at John's direction who was fast asleep on his table. The girl went inside and nudge John in his shoulder with her skinny finger. John woke up and looked up to see a pretty face but looked like a clown in the same time. She is pretty but the make up made her looked like those clowns on the circus.

"Who are you?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes free from sleep.

"Here. Someone told me to give it to you." She held out a paper bag out from behind her back and shove it to John's face.

"Who fucking gave this?" John scowled.

"Doesn't want to say the name. But just accept it, there will be no loss if you just accept." She hollored with her high pitch voice.

"What if its a bomb? Or even a part of a dead persons body, d'you want me to accept it still?"

"Oh please McSullen. Don't be too ridiculous. You may have good looks but it won't swoon me, so stop imagining things. Why would someone gave you a bomb or a body part, are you that popular?"

"Do I need to be popular to recieve such threat?" The girl couldn't take it anymore and slap John on the head and madly dashed out of the room.

"Crazy ass bitch." John mumbled and opened the brown paper bag who the girl had given him.

'I'm thankful I'm not that popular or else I will have to deal with things like bombs and chopped body parts. Does popular people even recieve those kind of things?' John though as he open the paper bag.

When he opened it, he was shocked to see the shirt he was just looking yesterday, placed neatly inside the bag.

John couldn't utter any words.