AN ENCOUNTER WITH MY MATE.
1230 Words
So, within a month, I had an encounter with my mate and she was my first love.
BJORN! BJORN!
BJORN! BJORN!
I sprinted even faster and crossed the red line as the first. Everyone went cheering for me, yelling out my name and throwing me gifts from afar.
I was pleased, and it made me happy to see smiles on people’s faces and my families were the loudest.
I gasped, and caught my breath as my mate ran towards me and jumped on me, giving me a big hug.
We both kissed passionately, and I wrapped my sweaty arms around her.
Not like I care. She was my mate, after all.
Everyone happily clapped for me, and continued cheering for me. Angelica took a towel and cleaned the sweat off my face and kissed me again.
“HEEEY!” Someone yelled across the audience.
“You are the champ. Find yourself. You deserve it, bro.” I laughed at his words.
That was my best friend, Mateo.
Angelica kisses me on the cheek. “Congratulations on taking the top spot, sweetheart. No one could outrun you, sweetheart.”
She hovered over me seductively and she whispered. “Name anything. I will give you whatever you want, sweetheart.”
“How about your ass?” I joked.
She softly chuckled and then Mateo came running to me. “Congratulations, bro. I’m so proud of you.”
“The pleasure is all mine, brother.” He hugged me and tapped my shoulder as a sign of him showing me so much respect.
Everyone kept cheering on and on for me. The other teams also came to congratulate me and my family wouldn’t just leave me alone, killing me with kisses nonstop.
I had to run away from them, but they kept pulling me back, giving me drinks and food here and there with the rest of the people.
Almost bombarded with all this stuff, that I had to escape with Mateo and Angelica, and the both of them took me to a nice place so I could eat properly and be free from my families.
Especially the ones who were acting like my little fan girls.
We entered a pleasant restaurant.
I took a seat and sat down. Angelica wrapped her hands around my arm.
I should have taken the time to bathe before I showed up. I should have cleaned myself up and been more presentable before coming here, though.
I felt a little uncomfortable.
“That doesn’t matter right now. The most important thing is that you won and you need to celebrate.”
As if he could read my thoughts, Mateo shoved a bowl of chicken over to me. “You need a lot of food to get back your strength. You really tried. I thought you were going to come second while you were running back there. You were all sweaty and out of breath, you looked malnourished, and ate up.”
“Glad I won over him. I will never let Eric take over my place.” I took the cutleries, about to dig in, when Angelica shoved the bowl away from me.
“What is it?” I questioned.
“You can’t eat this. It’s fried chicken. I don’t want you getting fat.”
“Hey, it’s roasted, not fried. Let the lad eat.”
“I don’t care if it’s roasted or not, I can’t let BJORN eat this. He will add weight.” She shoved it aside and nudged a plate of salad in front of me, filled with tomatoes.
Oh, damn.
“Stop stressing the poor guy out. Even if he eats this, he’s going to workout tomorrow and burn calories. It’s roasted, not fried. Allow him to eat and stop embarrassing us.”
“It will be more embarrassing if anyone caught him eating this junk you are giving to him. What kind of impression will he be making to the others? He’s athletic.”
“That doesn’t mean he should starve. Can’t you see how thin he is? He has been training and working out for a month before the tournament, at least allow him to eat what he likes just for today.”
I’m not thin, muscular should be the right word.
“I said no,” she persisted and slammed the table with her hands. “He is my boyfriend. I want the best for him and you are just trying to ruin his life. Do you know how many people wish for this physique and want to be like him?” She pointed at me.
I sighed.
“You are delusional.” Mateo stood up from the chair. “You are not his Mama, don’t you think of his health, all what you are always after and thinking about is his image. Think you care about him, you don’t. You are only treating him this way to show your friends how much of a jockey and muscular he is.”
She took a glass of water beside her and splashed it on his face. “Shut up, Mateo.”
Mateo cleaned the water with his hands and glared at Angelica. “I’ve had enough of your tantrums, Angelica.”
I quickly stood up. “You guys should stop.” I uttered in Spanish. “We are in a restaurant.” I said in English.
“Stop defending her.” He shouted, and I could notice the looks of everyone at us.
“Keep your voice down.” I whispered.
“Don’t give me such crap. I should keep my voice down.” He continued yelling and pointed at her. “She is at fault here. For the fact she is the most popular girl in school doesn’t mean I can’t talk to her.”
“Mateo, I am not defending anyone. I'm not on anyone's side. Just stop all this.”
“You are siding with her, Bjorn. It’s the obvious truth, and she just threw a glass of water on my face. I should calm down and stop all this. Whose side are you on?”
“You are interrupting his food. He is my boyfriend and whenever I speak, you hate me to the core. I don’t know why you hate me since the moment I began dating Bjorn.”
“Yes, I hate you.” He admitted. “I don’t like girls like you. Girls like you love leeching off people. Once you rejected his proposal to date you, once you noticed he was gaining popularity and was at the level with you. You agreed to date him. All I see in your eyes is fame, not love. You don’t love this guy. Once the popularity ends and the next dude comes in, you will dumb his ass in the ditch.”
“f**k you, Mateo, it seems to me like you’ve forgotten something. I am his mate and I can never dump him.”
“You think I give a damn? You are nothing but a b***h, a toxic alpha and a second baggage, that’s what you are."
“How dare you?”
“ENOUGH.” I shouted.
Mateo kicked the entire table and the food, plates and other stuff splash and shatter into pieces. “Motherfucker.” He uttered and put a hundred-dollar bill on the chair and walked out on me furiously.
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