Lost in his embrace

Chapter 4.1

During my study in elementary, our professor called my mom to come over at school because I broke someone's nose. He kept on pinching my nose and when I couldn't contain myself, I punched his face countless times resulting in him to pass out. My mom apologised on my behalf in the office room, and when we got home, she whipped my butt. I didn't cry though, I even laughed because, It may sound weird, I laugh even at the slightest touch on my butt but not all the times.

The same incident happened again but it was when I was in high school already. It was a boy named Jhon. He was my best friend, actually. And he didn't know that I hate if someone pinches my nose. When I lost my control, I punched him across his temple fortunately we were still friends despite what I did to him. We were friends until he moved to another school in ninth grade.

“Okay, Everyone, Get your assess over here,” Bryan suddenly yells, disturbing my thoughts. I see everyone immediately stand on their feet. I follow suit a bit later and drag my feet lazily towards a corner where everyone huddles around where Bryan sits.

He puts his feet against his thigh while everyone sits on their butt across the tiled floor and he has a white paper in his hand.

I sit beside Carter, I wrap my arm around his shoulder and he just smiles at me, I actually don't know him personally but I know his name because someone called him Carter earlier and he seems nice.

We look like a child in our position, waiting for Bryan to tell us a wonderful story.

The practice progresses and I'm not going to lie, I have fun. Sometimes we laugh and most of the time we are serious. When the practice is nearing its end, I feel my eyes become heavy and I start to yawn.

When the practice finally ends, everyone immediately gets on their feet. Their eyeballs look like they are about to leap out from its socket and so are mine. It's actually the longest practice we have ever done. I don't know if we are participating in the Olympic games or what. However, This time I didn't get bored except when the end has neared.

“Donovan, Don't be late tomorrow.”

I give Bryan a sidelong glance as I slip my sweatshirt on. “Yes, master.” I wink at him before I laugh. He gives me a disgusted look and I laugh even more.

“Baby Tyler,” I hear stiffany flirtatiously say as she puts her lipstick on her lips.

My head subconsciously turns to my side and I see Tyler leaning against the door frame. My eyes catch his eyes glued at the black cap that he keeps spinning around his fingers.

What is he doing here? I hear everyone bid their goodbyes after they fix everything in the room. They make their way outside one by one.

Tyler's forehead crease into a frown as he sees Carter make his way toward the door. It's obvious that he knows Carter and it seems that he doesn't expect to see him here. Carter gives him a soft pat on his back. I don't know what expression he is wearing right now because based on Tyler's expression, he doesn't seem to like him.

I don't think they are friend but I feel like they know each other. Carter seems not from this building. And also, I don't think I have seen him before because he seems really new.

After Carter slips outside, Tyler unexpectedly gives Stiffany a smile which makes her giggle. She better not kiss Tyler. “Bye Baby, I'm going to miss you.” She quickly leans over and kisses Tyler on his cheek before she slips outside. However, when she's gone, The smile across his face fades instantly. I can see the disgust in his expression while he thoroughly wipes the spot where Stiffany kissed him.

Bryan is currently busy with his belongings. When he looks up, He arches his brow at Tyler. “Yes, Mr. Carson?”

“Here's the key.” He puts his hand out, revealing the key. Ah. So, he's here because of it.

Obviously, Denovan.

I look at him from of the corner of my eye and listen to their conversations.

“Oh, Yeah, I forgot. Thank you.” I see Bryan give him a genuine smile but Tyler only nods, Bryan reaches the key across his hand before he slips it in his pocket.

“What did Mr. Hernandez tell you?” Mr. Hernandez? So, He got the key from Mr. Hernandez? I thought Mr. Hernandez left the school already since he did not come back earlier.

“He didn't say a word,” Tyler says listlessly.

They continue their conversation, Bryan is mostly the one who initiates asking a question. I find out he asked Tyler a favor earlier to get the key from Mr. Hernandez after he left me in the car. I wonder if he did practice because if he did not, He surely be waiting outside for three hours.

I glance at my wrist watch. There's five minutes left before eight p.m. “I have to go, President. Don't worry. I won't be late tomorrow.” I smile at him as I hand him the white paper and he just rolls his eyes as he reaches it.

“You better come early or I'll remove you from the club.”

I laugh before I bid my goodbye again. I stroll towards the exit. When I pass beside Tyler, I hear him whisper furtively, “Don't go near where you parked your car."

I feel my forehead crease into confusion, I want to ask him why but he quickly leans off against the door frame before I can even open my mouth.

I watch his back make its way towards the gate. I almost jump when my phone inside my pocket rings and vibrates. I get my phone out of my pocket while my eyes are still glued on his back. What does he mean by that? I feel my heart in my throat as I answer the call without looking at the name of the caller.

Honey! I'm really sorry I couldn't get to you earlier because our business was unexpectedly swamped up with customers.” My mom's voice welcomes my ears.

“Don't worry, mom. I understand," I say as I follow tyler with my gaze. We talk a bit more before she bids her goodbye and hangs up.

Tyler fades from my view as he makes his way towards the parking lot.

I shove my hands in the pocket of my sweatshirt when I feel the coldness of the temperature intensify.

I wonder what he means by that. I make my way towards the parking lot with long strides. When I near the parking lot, myphone suddenly rings again and this time I literally jump up in utter surprise.

Who's calling me this time?

“Head where I park my car and don't look back,” Tyler whispers on the other line.

Why? I want to ask him why but I feel like once I utter a word something will happen. He better take the initiative to tell me why before I start to overthink and be anxious—He can't be serious with this, right?

What's at my car? I turn my head towards where my car is parked. It's a bit far and aside from the students near it, I don't see anything suspicious and everything seems normal in my naked eyes. They can't clearly see me in my spot since it's so dark in here—I can even barely see my own body.

“Just look straight,” I hear him say on the other line again before the phone says *tot*.

I slid my phone back inside my pocket before I follow what he said and immediately head towards his car. He parks his in a corner where no one parks but him. I've been in his car countless times already, and each moment in that car holds significant meaning in my heart because all my first times with him happened in that small space; my first kiss, s*x, food we ate together, and most importantly our conversation.

I feel my heart almost jump out of its ribcage because someone suddenly hugs me from behind.

“I miss you,” He hoarsely says. He nuzzles his face on my neck and plants a kiss across it. So, He's scared me to death because he misses me when we just met three hours ago. Though, I doubt that he really misses me. He's probably just saying that for me to feel better.

I elbow his stomach behind before I get rid of his hug. No one can see us here so I think we don't need to get in his car to talk.

He clutches his stomach and laughs. " Why did you elbow me?" I can only see his silhouette so it feels weird to talk to him—to someone in general if it's this dark because it's like I'm just talking to a shadow.

“You almost gave me a heart attack just because you miss me?” Even if he's just faking his emotions towards me. Having him here close to me makes me forget every irritation, anger and insecurity I feel every time we're in public places.

I can't help myself to crave his presence more by my side everytime we're in my car or his because the absence of his presence every time he steps his feet out of my car is beyond torture. It's okay if he's ashamed of me. It's okay if he's just faking his feelings as long as he's here with me. His presence by my side is enough.

I arch him an eyebrow even though I know he can't see my expression. He steps closer and I can't help myself but swallow a saliva.