Irresistible Attraction

Chapter 7

Greyson

“Doing well, bro?” Owen cheekily asked. Son of a b***h.

“Why you ask?” I asked back.

He scoffed. “You look like s**t today. Different than yesterday. Does Lola give you a tough time?”

“Well…indirectly.”

He laughed. Damn it, I wanted to punch him. “No wonder because your crush is living on the same roof as you now. But that’ll make it easier for you, right?”

“You said the same thing as Dylan.”

“So, what are you waiting for?”

“I can’t do that, okay?”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to make her confused.” That was a lame excuse I could ever say.

That was not exactly the reason I didn’t want to seduce Lola. Although I had the chance clearly right in front of me.

It’d been two days since Lola started living with me and all I tasted…was nothing but Hell.

I couldn’t sleep on the first night. I managed to but until I waited for five hours rolling my body left and right to go to sleep. My mind was full of Lola with me. She was sleeping next to my room. I was left wondering how she was, if she could sleep, if she was crying because she missed her brother. Even when I tried to close my eyes, sleep never took an interest in me. Almost like I was not allowed to sleep, telling me to get my ass up and go to the next room and do something I always wanted to. Maybe Lola won’t mind if I suddenly showed up in her room but remembering she looked uncomfortable with me walking around my penthouse half-naked, going to her bedroom maybe would make her getting a seizure.

“Hey.” Owen snapped my mind by patting my shoulder. “I won’t force you to do it but I will repeat what my girlfriend has said to you; just being honest for once.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, dude. All people know how you feel about Lola. You love her. You love that girl. You love your childhood friend. You love your best friend. Maybe you don’t want to make her confused and change your relationship. Think of this as a race. You will never know what’s going to happen if you never get on that bike and ride it around the circuit. You remember when you fell before at the race?”

Oh, yeah. I remembered. One of my embarrassing moments. It was my third race in Moto3. That day was raining heavily so we had to wait until the rain stopped. When the road was clear and we started to race, I made the terrible choice to not change the tire resulting in me slipped to the side road and almost got crushed by my own bike.

I was injured that day, not as heavy as I thought and I was grateful for it.

And Lola cried.

She was worried about even asked doing something impossible; quitting as a rider.

At that time, I felt guilty. Lola always watched my race wherever I was. I always bought her the ticket so she could watch me through the audience seat. And I f****d up and gave her the most terrifying moment in her life. She had to witness me fell from my bike. Even with me wearing the helmet and was quite far from her, I swore I heard her voice calling for me.

“You never know what will happen if you never took a risk,” Owen added and I directed my eyes to my friend.

“What are you trying to say?”

“If you were daring enough to take a risk in racing, why can’t you do the same with Lola?” His question hit me heard like turbulence.

I was a risk-taker. I always used my gut when I was racing whether it would cost me my victory.

But with Lola, I was blind as f**k. I didn’t know where it would lead me. I couldn’t tell whether my decision was good or bad.

I couldn’t risk my heart even hers.

“That was different.”

“Or maybe not,” he countered. “That day, when you decided to not change your tire, did you think about Lola? The worst case, you could be dead either got crashed by your own bike or other riders crashed you. She will be the only person who mourns your death greatly.”

“The f**k? You wanted me dead?”

He laughed as hard as he could. “That was just an example, you stupid i***t. No one could kill Greyson King because you are as stubborn as fuck.”

I smirked. Oh, yes, I was. But only Lola could kill me. Whether I liked it or not, or Lola liked it or not, she had the power to destroy me. She was both my strength and my weakness.

“But Caelan—”

“Stop.” He raised his hand. “You should find out the answer with Lola herself. At least, I’ve done my job. You can see by yourself if Lola truly loves Caelan or not,” he advised, patted my shoulder, and walked away.

Why did everyone say the same thing?

Dylan hadn’t said anything besides how disapproved he was.

Faye and Owen said the same thing. Well, they were couples, so yeah, their minds were connected. They were not sure if Lola loved Caelan but I could see how she was affected by his affections.

She adored him. She loved him.

Lola was my best friend. I knew her better than anyone.

Although you two are best friends since childhood, that doesn’t mean you knew her entirely.

Was I wrong?

Did I make a mistake?

Whatever that was, when I remembered her tears, I couldn’t do it.

I had sinned that night and I would take responsibility for my action.

***

Charlotte

Today was quite busy.

There were a lot of patrons coming to the library and borrowed a lot of books. And there was a field trip too from Boston Elementary School. The children were so adorable. I enjoyed watching the kids how enthusiastic were they grabbing one book to another. Although we were now living in an advanced era, I thought people still needed books. Sometimes there were some resources we could only find in a book. Some easter egg. There were E-books too but I preferred the traditional one; the paperback. And I could save my eyesight by reading papers, not blue screen.

I looked around. I hadn’t seen Caelan today. Oh, right today’s Monday. He had a lecture from morning until evening. Therefore, I won’t be seeing him today.

I wonder how students acted with him as their professor. Caelan told me before that he was bad at communicating. That’s why he chose writing. He poured his emotions and words into his book. How it progressed? He told me I was a great muse for him. What he was writing anyway?

Thinking about books, Eden Rose hadn’t published a new one. I was waiting for her but I knew her book would be amazing. Worth the wait.

I loved how she wrote all her books. Romance with a lot of twists. She was telling the readers that love was not always beautiful as it sounds. Love was a challenge. Love could turn our world upside-down. Love could either raise us to the top or broke us until we fell to the ground.

In my twenty-three years of age, I never dated anybody. Yes, I had a few crushes before but they never took me seriously. Either they ghosted me and left without me knowing or told me the next day they couldn’t do this anymore. I didn’t feel sad about it. Maybe because I was not expecting them too. And Greyson always made it better.

Thinking of Greyson, it’d been two days since I started living with him. Well, he was Greyson so I was okay with Dylan’s idea when he told me to stay with Greyson for a while. Although we had been friends for twenty-three years, yesterday was the first time I witnessed him being a true man. He was a man, for sure, but when I saw him half-naked…I was amazed. I saw him naked before but when we were six not twenty-three-years old.

Greyson was handsome and attractive. Women wanted him. But why he never dated anybody? I asked him before and he told me he wasn’t interested. Greyson was not a playboy although he had the potential to be. But he never did. He said he never slept with someone too and I believed that. Greyson couldn’t lie to me and I never did a great job too. It was like whenever we tried, we could read each other easily.

“Hello.” I blinked when Caelan suddenly appeared in front of me.

“Oh!” I pushed myself from my chair, making me almost feel.

“Whoa, easy there. I apologize for surprising you.”

“No, that’s okay.” I stood up immediately. Duh, that was embarrassing. “Um, how can I help you?”

“Well, it’s lunchtime now.” Was it? I looked at the clock and it was twelve already. Oh. I didn’t realize I was daydreaming too much. “I would like to take you to lunch again today if you like,” he said.

“You sure?”

“Positive. I hope you don’t mind me telling you this but I enjoy talking and having lunch with you and I would love to have you again.” Oh, my. That was very sweet of him.

Putting a smile on my face, I answered, “Okay.”