Chapter 6
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“You look tired,” Dad told me when he saw me walking to the kitchen to get water. He’s reading some of his cases on the couch while watching news. I don’t really know how he could concentrate with that.
I sighed and nodded. I have been bombarded with a lot of requirements at school, especially that it’s almost midterms. I have to finish at least two papers worth of at least five pages each this week. My party life is ruined.
“Is waiting for your brother to finish wearing you out?” he asked.
He knows that I always wait for Genius because that squid doesn’t allow me to ride with Ivana. He said the two of us will just go out and have fun instead of going straight home.
“Do you want your car back?” he asked.
My eyes widened as I stopped on my tracks. I turned to him and saw him smiling at me. I pouted at him like a little girl before running to him to give him a hug.
Dad chuckled as he messed my hair up. “You’re still my little girl but you party too much, Tracy,” he told me in his calm, fatherly voice.
I frowned at him. “I’m not always partying, Dad. I only party when it’s Friday.” I reasoned out.
He narrowed his eyes at me before smiling widely. “I don’t want you in trouble, Tracy. You’re my only daughter…”
I pursed my lips in a thin line. “I won’t be in trouble, Dad,” I assured him. “I know what I’m doing in the club. I don’t do monkey businesses with other people.”
He raised his brow at me. “Yeah? What about this guy Genius is talking about?” he asked. “What’s his name again?” he paused to think. “Cyrus?”
My eyes widened and I pulled away quickly. Genius is going to pay for everything he’s doing to me someday. I promise I won’t let him live freely when he gets serious with a girl.
I laughed nervously. “Dad, don’t listen to Genius! He’s only doing that because he loves seeing me get scolded.” I explained.
Dad smirked before looking at me seriously. “You might think your brother finds delight in getting you scolded but I believe that he only does that because he cares about you,” he told me in a calm manner, seemingly trying to appease with me. I am aware that Genius is his spy to monitor everything I’m doing.
I sighed.
He chuckled. “To be fair, you can report all the things he’s doing as well,” he said. “I bet it would make you feel good, too?”
I looked at him before breaking out into a satisfied and excited smile. “Yes, I will!” I told him and went to the kitchen to get the glass of water I wanted in the first place.
Life was good. But I had no progress with Cyrus. Not even anything. I thought it felt good before that he’s trying to talk to me even for a short while—when he asked me about the book and when he told me about my outfit.
But after that, there was nothing at all. I don’t know why I’m kind of blaming it on Clayton for waiting on me outside the room with two cups of coffee on his hand. But I think it all started from there.
I sighed and stopped myself from thinking further. I can’t think further. There could only be two choices why Cyrus stopped noticing me.
One, he’s already with Samantha, which I think is the least thing that I would consider now because of ego.
Two, he’s really not interested with me, which is really questionable because why won’t he? Why not?
There’s a third reason running in my head but I don’t think I can blurt it out because I think it’s impossible. However, it’s the reason that I’m praying is true.
He could be jealous of Clayton. He could be mad at me for entertaining Clayton—which is definitely not true because that guy annoys me like hell every time, not to mention, he’s got a video of us having s*x which he could conveniently use to threaten me—when I have been so crazy about him in the past.
Could it be the third reason?
I sighed and looked down at my notes as I sat in the middle of a somewhat free cafeteria. I have a quiz on my next subject and I can’t bring myself to the library because I know that Samantha and Cyrus are there and I would only die of jealousy when I see them sitting side by side, talking about boring books.
Anyway, I have to focus on my notes. My plan on being a fashion terrorist to become demure has failed and now my next plan is to work hard on my studies so Cyrus would see me with admiration.
I took a deep breath and cheered myself internally. I can do it. I can ace this test.
But come exam time and all I could do is stare at the paper in front of me. Where are all these questions coming from? It’s not like we’ve discussed any of these!
I was literally guessing every single question in the exam until I was done with the last number and just couldn’t do anything but to curse inside my head for not reading further than expected. I’m pretty sure that the questions are all from another source.
Damn it!
I’m so stupid!
I was busy calming myself down on the bleachers near the football field when a chicken sandwich came to my sight. I looked at the person handing it to me and saw Clayton looking at me with his usual annoying grin.
“What’s that?” I asked.
Clayton sat beside me. “You see, Tracy, on Earth, this is what we call food. We have to eat food so we wouldn’t be hungry—”
I turned to him with a glare.
His eyes widened before chuckling. “Just kidding,” he said. “I just saw that you weren’t in the cafeteria this lunch and I thought you haven’t eaten yet so I bought you one and looked for you.”
I stared at him, waiting for him to tell me it’s another joke and that he only managed to see here by accident. But his eyes turned serious and I know that he’s in no way kidding right now.
I sighed and took the sandwich. I’m really hungry. I think the exam made me really hungry because it drained all of my braincells.
“How was the exam?” Clayton asked casually.
I shrugged. “I hate it,” I replied. “I think I’ll fail.”
Clayton chuckled and I had to look at him to glare once more but stopped when I already see him staring at me. “You can fail all the exams in this institution and I still think you’re the brightest woman I have ever met.” His voice was void of any humor. He was looking at me seriously when he uttered those words.
And for some reason, I felt kind of relieved.
“Don’t you like smart girls?” I asked him.
Clayton chuckled and shrugged. “I like you,” he confessed without even blinking.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t like you, Clayton,” I countered.
He stared at me for a few more seconds before showing me a manly smirk. “You’ll do,” he said confidently. “Do you think I’m the type to back down just because you told me you don’t like me?”
I raised my brow at him, amused but at the same time annoyed at his overflowing self-confidence.
“Don’t you worry, baby. You may not like me now but I’m going to see to it that you’ll like me harder than what you’re doing to me.”
I pursed my lips in a thin line as I watched him smile.
“What do you see in Donovan anyway? He’s not even that cool,” he mumbled.
I frowned at him. I really feel offended whenever he says that Cyrus is not worthy of my time and that I’m just wasting away my supposed moments with him. He’s so obsessed with me and I don’t know if I should be alarmed now.
“He’s handsome and a gentleman,” I told him, starting to enumerate the things I like about Cyrus. “He’s passionate when he plays football and is friendly.”
Clayton scoffed. “If he’s friendly then why is he only with Samantha?” he asked while rolling his eyes.
I frowned at him. “No one hates him!” I insisted.
“That doesn’t mean he’s friendly though,” he countered.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “He’s cute.”
“I’m cuter.”
I scoffed. He’s not in any way near cute. Cyrus looks like an angel set from heaven. Clayton looks ruthless like a devil. They have two different facial features but I just feel warmer looking at Cyrus’ face because of his angelic features.
“Your reasons are shallow,” he told me. “You can’t possibly like a boy who you never spent a lot of time with.”
I pursed my lips.
“When you start to like someone, you have to know everything about him—good or bad—and accept everything.”
***
I glared at Clayton in front of me. We are standing in the school park, the place where he saw me from the last time.
He blatantly snatched me while I was meeting with my group for our reporting. And my groupmates seemed to have loved it because they immediately gave me away without even thinking it through.
“What do you want?” I asked him, tilting my head to the side.
He smirked and handed me a ticket. “Like I said before, I want you to watch me during games,” he told me.
I narrowed my eyes at him. I already know that and have already ditched him for several games already. I thought it was okay with him because he never brought it up before, but now, I guess I get my answer.
“I figured you didn’t have a ticket that’s why you were never in my games. Apparently, all the tickets for our first three games have been sold out so I couldn’t get you one,” he continued. “But then I got you a ticket for the rest of the season.”
I gawked at him, in disbelief of what he just said. He got me a ticket for all the games for the rest of the season? Did he expect me to watch all of his games?
I laughed at him and he just stared at me with an amused expression. “Are you crazy? Why would I watch all of your games?” I asked him.
He raised his brow and crossed his arms against his chest. He smirked arrogantly and I wanted to erase that damn handsome grin. I can’t believe I still have time to check him out even when I’m so frustrated at him!
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want to go,” I told him calmly but definitely with conviction. This is the tone I use when I am declining a date from my previous flings. And it always works with them. I’m sure it would work on Clayton—
“You have to go,” he said as stern as I did. He looked at me before smirking. “You wouldn’t like what would happen if you won’t go.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. If I was annoyed at a while ago, well, I am already angry now. What does he think he has on me—f**k!
My eyes widened when I realized what he has on me. I’ve always thought it was only a bluff. Like how can he even have the time to do that when we were all over each other that night? Was I that drunk? Could it be possible that he did it?
He smirked at me. “What do you say?” he asked with victory dripping from his tone.
Damn it!
I pursed my lips in a thin line as I looked at him with rage and fury. My fists are clenched tightly as he looked at me with satisfaction written all over his face.
I shut my eyes before heaving a deep breath. I tried to smile at him. “Fine,” I said sarcastically. I took the ticket from his hand. “I’ll go. But if I watched all your games, would you give me the one and only copy of our recorded s*x?”
He laughed thunderously before boring his deep blue eyes on me. “Baby, there’s no video,” he leaned in and whispered.
My eyes widened and was about to push him away before he pulled me into a random hug. He breathed on my hair and I was stupidly stoned on my spot.
“Don’t you know that I have dreamed of you this close to me?” he asked in a raspy voice. “I’ve always dreamed of touching you, Tracy. So, please, stop dreaming for someone else that’s not me. It makes me jealous and I f*****g hate getting jealous. It makes me want to mark you mine all the more.”
My insides trembled at his words. I know I have been with different flings but I have never, not one, heard any of them tell me what Clayton has said.
He broke the hug and looked at me in the eyes with a smile. A genuine smile. And for some reason, I feel like I am lost…I am lost at the sight of him grinning at me.
His stare went down my lips before seeing him gulp hard. His lips parted as his gaze on my lips intensified.
I bit my lip and stepped back before I do something I regret again. I shouldn’t be affected by him. I shouldn’t be affected by his intense stare. I shouldn’t be intimidated by his looks.
He pursed his lips hard when he saw me taking a step back. His facial expression somewhat changed into something unreadable.
And then I remembered what he told me before hugging me and my blood boiled once more. I glared at him and clenched my fists on my sides. “Did you trick me on thinking there’s video of that night?” I asked in an angry tone.
He raised his brow. “It was to get your attention,” he said.
I gritted my teeth.
He smiled widely. “Anyway, you already said you’re coming to my games. That’s good enough for me today,” he beamed. He held my face and gently caressed it before I yanked his hand away. He chuckled in amusement. “So feisty, just my type,” he whispered before walking away from me.
I shut my eyes and clenched my fists tightly. If glares could kill, he would be in casket by now. I licked my lower lip and looked away before taking several deep breaths. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath before going back to my group who’s busy planning for our reporting.
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