Irresistible Attraction

Greyson Tick tock. Tick tock. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. How long had I been here anyway? Me sitting on my Ducati with the view of the windows of the library. No, I didn’t want to get in because the library was not my place at all. Entering would be a suicide. Reading would be my f*****g funeral. Even the smell of the books and nerds was not in my dictionary. Why the f**k people were still bothering themselves to go there? Hadn’t they heard about the internet? Google? Hello, that stuff was more useful and they could access it anytime and anywhere. Sober or not. Having s*x or not. Masturbate or not. Okay, the last two were too s****l and vulgar. Lola would kill me if she heard them from me. That was the only reason why I was at the library. Well, technically in front of the library. Not to enter. Not to study. Not to spend my time in there. But for her, Lola. My cooper-grey eyes directed at the door. Waiting and waiting. It should be any minute now. I looked at my sport Casio watch and it was already ten past five. Lola should be done with her work now. Unless…she deliberately had overtime. But she didn’t tell me. Usually, Lola would tell me half an hour before and I would kill time either back in my garage until her time to come home. And she was a Librarian and there was no way she had overtime. Or maybe she had to because she messed up and threw down the massive tall bookshelves and she had to pick the shelves by herself and tidied the books by order. I knew how clumsy Lola was, even so, she was no i***t. She was smart as freaking Einstein. Unlike me who got my eyes blind just by the sight of a book. When I heard someone was talking from afar, I looked at the door, and there she was. My girl. I pushed my ass from my Ducati and was about to call her until he appeared behind her. I see. No wonder she was so late to come out. Because that man was here today. I stood rigidly there, watching my Lola talking with him. So happily. Smiling widely. She even laughed. s**t, that pissed me off. Lola was kind and she was a nice girl. People loved to be around here. She gave this aura s**t so welcoming to people. But Lola rarely laughed at people’s jokes. She laughed with me because I was special to her. Not even Owen could make her laugh although she could handle him with her. But that man, that f*****g stranger, was able to make her laugh so easily. Something squeezed within me. It was me. It was my idea. It was my suggestion. Yet not…I f*****g hated what I was currently seeing. I hated my idea. I hated my suggestion. And I hated myself for doing this. You stupid f*****g asshole, Greyson. Look at the result of your stupidity. Even Faye disagreed with me. Dylan practically shaking his head every time we spoke about Lola and that man. The stupid Owen didn’t agree with me too. They knew. I knew. Lola didn’t. Now I was suffocating. And when the man carelessly and easily struck her cheek, a damn knife just stabbed my heart deep. Lola stopped smiling but with my perfect sight, I could see how red her cheeks were, enjoying his attention, accepting his affection. I swallowed hard. I couldn’t take it anymore as I hopped on my Ducati and horned the damn thing as both of them jumped and directed their heads at me. I saw Lola immediately excused herself from him and they parted ways. Now I was an i***t. I just broke the sweet moment between them. To Lola, it was sweet and perfect. But for me, I felt torn and hurt. Almost like I was feeling the burning fire from Hell while Lola was tasting Heaven. She ran her legs towards me as I watched her beautiful and shiny black hair waved behind her. She stopped beside me, puffing, and showing me her killer smile. The one that could make anyone fall to her feet and ready to worship her. Just like how I felt. I was dead, instantly. “Hey,” she greeted, gently like usual. But being an asshole I was, “You’re late,” that’s what I said. “Sorry.” f**k you, Greyson. What the freaking f**k? Damn you for doing that to her. I knew Lola better than anyone. Hell, maybe even better than her brother. Lola never got mad. Even when I was being an asshole, a jerk, a jackass, she was never mad at me. She swallowed all my negativity and made me so arrogant. I cleared my throat. “I arrived too early,” I clarified, trying to melt down the tension. “No, that’s okay. I should’ve known you always come earlier. I forgot about that.” Yeah, you forgot because that man was leeching himself around you. When it was just the two of us, Lola’s attention was fully on me. But when that man came to the picture, I was gone like a cloud of dust immediately. Poof, just like that. “Where’s your helmet?” I asked and her face deadpanned. Jesus, not again. “I’ll be right back,” she exclaimed and immediately sprinted back to the cursed place. This always happened whenever that man was around. Because her attention was focused on him, she forgot almost everything. It was like he erased every single of her memory with him around. This was the third time for God’s sake. Her forgetting her damn helmet. Well, I didn’t mind if I rode her home without any helmet. Lola would be the one who would be so mad at me because I broke the rules. She didn’t want either of us to end up in jail just because of a silly mistake by not wearing a helmet. Lola returned with her pink helmet and immediately wore it when she arrived beside my Ducati, trying so hard to fasten the strap. “Here, let me help,” I offered as she moved closer and I tightened the strap. I lifted my eyes to meet her brown eyes. Her round innocent caramel eyes. The ones that managed to pull me even closer since we were still so young. They were drawing me in. Making me wanted to do anything so sinful and dirty to her. Until I broke it by snapping her face shield close because if I continued looking at her inviting eyes, I would regret my decision for the rest of my f*****g life. I wore my helmet as well. “Hop up.” She did and as usual, she wrapped her arms around my torso and landed her temple on my shoulder blade. I was glad she couldn’t hear my heart because right now, it was thumping so loud. I was not supposed to be feeling like this. Not with my best friend. But it was too late now. I couldn’t see her like that anymore. When I’d realized it, she was not just my best friend anymore. She had become the woman I loved.