Mend My Broken Heart 8 First Love, First Heartbreak 1

Yes, she knew him very well.

She was a second year high schooler full of vigor. It was also when she started her modeling career. Those years were rough. As being taught by her grandfather, she has to attend in a prestigious school and be constantly at the top. She felt awful but it was the condition of her parents when she started modeling. And of course, no boyfriends.

Misha's life went to work, train, school and house. To others, it seemed pretty busy but to her, its a constant routine she has to follow. To her, her life is pre determined and constant routine. Modeling, was her only salvation so, she took after the steps of her parents and fell in love with it along the way.

Weekends were not weekends to Misha if she will not jog around the little park near her grandfather's house.

The usual morning of Sat.u.r.day was her faithful encounter with her husband to be. Misha jogged and wore her favorite headphones while at it. She came across with the boy who were beaten vigorously by a group of youngsters. She was not the type of girl who liked to meddle in someone else's business so she just ignored them. She pa.s.sed by them without worry.

She was about to finish her jog when suddenly someone grab her waist from behind. The hands of the boy who grabbed her were shaking due to fear.

"Help me. Please help me.." said the young man behind her, shaking. She was startled because his breath was almost blown to her ears. She irked up due to the sensation. "It has nothing to do with me." she said as she don't want to entangle herself from their trouble.

"I hear them say that you will be their next prey , so please help me. I don't want to be beaten by those guys again." the young man confessed.

As they were talking, the gang surrounded them. Misha first felt their presence and wanted to ignore them but, a lad whose about 5'8 tall walking towards her smiling slyly. 'Creep!' she cursed the man in her mind.

"Hey miss, mind if you play with big brothers for awhile?" said the man.

"Tsk! I don't want to." she rejected him. She counted the men surrounding them. It was a total of 6 persons. She could easily defeat them however, she had an important shoot that afternoon and afraid that she will be scalled.

The man charged towards her attempting to capture her. She was about to dodge but she remembered the boy who was clutching his arms around her waist shaking. 'Such a lame man.' she judged the young man behind her. "Let me go, or else, we both will be beaten. I can't bear to be beaten! I have work later." she said to they young man as she pulled his arms to detach herself from him. The young lad however did not want to let go. He was still shaking out of fear. She gave a punch to the young man to his stomach and let her gone immediately. He crouched in the floor due to pain. He was tearing and cursing at the same time. "You should have let me go when I told you to. I don't have patience with stubborn people." she said looking down on the man on the floor.

A punch was about to land on her but she grasp his arms and swayed it back forth thus making it broken. The man shouted with pain. "B*tch!!" the lad cursed her with anger in his voice. However, the person he's cursing was no longer in his sight.

Misha dashed and she was grabbing the young man' hand.

They were panting very hard and looked back to make sure that no one had followed them. A sign of relief on Misha's face. She looked at the man beside her. Now, she noticed his delicate young face.

She suddenly blushed by her being rash towards a stranger.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Lyndon.." he answered. "Thank you by the way.." he added.

"Okay.. I'm Misha." she then extended her long slender arms to the young man.