Chosen just to be Rejected by jennifer francis

Ana’s Point of View 

"No I won't, and please don't push it. I seriously can't believe these people,” I said, with disgust on my face.

"Oh come on Ana, we are not asking you to do anything out of the ordinary.”

"Ordinary dad? So you're saying that it is normal for you to push me to make friends with a creepy stalker.”

"Creepy stalker! Why would you even call him that? He looks harmless to me,”  Mom interrupted.

"Mum, please don't say that. You don't even know him.” I can't believe my parents are the ones saying this after everything we have been through.

"Look guys, let's calm down, I know you still remember what happened to Leo. I can't just go about hanging out with a stranger who is so creepy. Think about it guys, there is something weird about that guy!"

"Hey, stop cooking up excuses, he seems like a decent guy to me. Just get to know him. It is for your good.” 

“Martha, tell your daughter she has to get to know that guy,” Father said, as he stormed out. 

What is really special about this guy? Why is it really important that my parents go to Amok?

"Mom, please listen to me."

"No, you listen to us. Why are you so paranoid? The guy likes you, end of story. Just give him a chance."

“Are you trying to be funny, mum?”

“Look at me, do I look likable or even alluring in any way? I have seen him five times now, and there was never a time he attempted talking to me, and you say he likes me?”

“No Mum, I beg to differ, that is not a way to show a girl you like her and I know for a fact that I am not attractive in any way, so don't patronise me.”

“If both of you don't tell me the actual reason you want me with this guy, then I'm sorry, but this conversation is over.” I slammed, feeling my head spinning. 

I heard my mum squealing my name as I sprinted to the room, but I didn't stop, I couldn't stand them anymore. I didn't even know I was crying until I felt my wet chin.

How can a man be attracted to this? I looked at myself in the mirror, with my bloodshot eyes and wet cheeks, so drab and unattractive. 

“Likes me indeed. Try another line, mum.”

After lying in bed for a while thinking about everything that has happened so far, I decided to give my best friend, “Monica,” a call.

She picked up after the 4th ring.

 “Hey girl, How are you doing?” Nika asked, With her energetic voice.

“I am not fine Nika, My parents are driving me crazy.

“How so?”

“They have been constantly on my case, and desperately pushing me to make friends with a guy I just met,” I explained, to the one person who understands me.

“Wow! A guy, huh? Give me all the details now will you?”

“Oh stop it, it's nothing exciting. Anyway, he came to the coffee shop five days ago, so I went to take his order, only for him to just stare. He didn't even say a word to me, Nika. 

“Since then, he has kept showing up every day, staring at me and saying nothing. To make matters worse, he followed me home today without my knowledge. That was when my parents saw him.”

“But the way they are insisting I get to know him begs the question. It makes me feel as if they knew him before, and they have something to hide.”

“Personally, I feel like he's a creepy stalker.”

“Why is he acting weird? If he likes you, then he should go ahead and say it, and stop acting childish.”

“But on a serious note, apart from his creepy nature, do you like him? What does he look like? She asked As I heard her chuckle.

“Nothing you say should surprise me anymore. So you seriously want to know what he looks like, even when I say he's creepy?