I stopped right in my tracks when I saw him. Half of me wanted to turn back and run away. Half of me wanted to walk past him quickly.I knew he had already seen me. Turning my back on him, I made my way back to my hostel slowly.I heard a noise behind and I knew he was following me. He was gaining onto me. I walked faster.A friend of mine had advised me not to run away when I saw him, so unusual as it might sound, I was following her advice.I walked faster and told myself not to look behind, but my eyes couldn't help themselves and my eyes fidgeted.He was still following me, his eyes boring into my eyes.
I couldn't help myself.I turned back and asked him to get lost.He simply stared at me.Fine,I said,a bit scared now.I took my own advice and got lost.I walked swiftly.I went inside the hostel and dared him to come inside.He wondered for a while and then took a step ahead.No,I prayed.Suddenly,he looked the other way and ran for his life.I looked across to see my batchmate laughing away to glory.
"Good thing I showed him my fist"he boasted."Look at him running away", he laughed again."C'mon,you're scared of him? You're a coward, you know...." I rolled my eyes and congratulated him for being a guy as he ranted on about the benefits of being a guy.
I smiled, visibly relieved.
Yes,I hate dogs.