Chapter 7
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It never felt so good to drive my car again. It’s as if I have regained my stolen freedom. Genius was against it this morning but Dad was lenient. He gave me back my keys and since it is Friday and there’s no classes tomorrow, I can get to chill with my friends at a restobar.
“No clubbing tonight,” Dad said. He had it reiterated that I can’t go to the club. Club. Not a restobar.
Genius smirked at me. I know what he’s up to and I know that he will definitely snitch on me when he knew about my plan.
I shook my head and parked my car to my usual parking spot. It’s been over two weeks and I missed parking in this space so much. Genius parks his car so far from my building that I have to sprint to my first class every time.
It’s so nice to park just around the building.
I am leaping and skipping towards the cafeteria when I bumped into a man who was rushing to go somewhere else.
A man.
I sniffed at the familiar smell and my whole body stiffened.
I cannot be mistaken. I know this scent so well because it is…
“Cyrus?” I asked with my eyes wide open. I am still on the floor, shaken up by the impact of the collision.
I slowly looked up and saw Cyrus staring back at me. His eyes are narrowed and his jaw is slightly clenched. Still, he reached his hand out to me, helping me get up.
I immediately pursed my lips together and accepted his hand. He pulled me up with his eyes fixed on me the whole time.
I could feel my heart beating loudly against my chest. His hand is touching my skin and I can’t contain all the electricity running all over my system.
What am I supposed to do?
I looked at his hand and saw that it is still there. He’s still holding me even when I’m already standing on my feet. But then again, I have to be honest. If he lets go of me, I don’t know if my knees could handle it. This is the closest I got to him. And I have always been so affected when he noticed me before…touching me now, it’s different. I feel like I am floating. I am not going to function all day because this is the only thing that would be running in my head and I’m sure—
“Be careful next time,” he said in his usual low voice.
My eyes widened but felt a little empty when he finally let go of me to run to the direction of the football field.
I watched him as he ran towards his teammates, unmoving on my seat.
I sighed and allowed myself to watch him a little more before heading to the cafeteria. Do I even need food now? I feel like I am already full for the whole day.
“What are you doing standing there?” Ivana suddenly came out of nowhere.
I jumped a little in surprise. I turned to her and saw her wearing a black leather jacket over a white tube top and a pair of black jeans. Her usual wavy hair is straightened. I raised my brow.
“Why are you all dressed up?”
She shrugged and sipped on her Frappuccino. “I have this ticket for the game today,” she said.
“What game?”
“Basketball,” she replied as she took a ticket from her Gucci bag. She showed it to me. “I met with Troy last night and he gave me this.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Troy?” I asked, confused as to who she is pertaining to.
She rolled her eyes at me. “He’s the guy I’m dating right now,” she uttered like she’s tired of explaining it.
I shrugged. “The last time I knew you dated, I thought it was Dave and not Troy,” I replied in defense. She hasn’t told me anyone else after Dave. Hell, I don’t even know what happened to Dave. But then, Ivana easily gets fed up with her boys so she changes every week.
“Dave Rivera was so two months ago, Trace,” she exclaimed. “Anyway, Troy Delfin is the point guard of the team and has asked me to watch him tonight.”
Tonight?
I scrambled for the ticket Clayton gave me last time inside my bag. I looked at the date and saw that it is dated today. At six in the evening.
“Wow! You have one too?” Ivana asked, now sounding so amused.
I looked at her with a bummed expression. I could only remember that devil and the words he told me again. I can’t believe he tricked me on thinking that he really had a video of us. Damn!
“Let’s go!” she beamed at me. “I was thinking of excuses for Troy already but since you have a ticket too, then, it wouldn’t be so bad, right?”
I looked at her in disbelief. “You really want to go there?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I just want to watch,” she uttered. “And by the way, what were you doing standing here?”
My eyes widened when I remembered what happed just moments ago. I looked at the direction Cyrus went and saw that he’s already nowhere in sight. I looked down at my hand and raised it in front of Ivana’s face.
“Cyrus Donovan held my hand,” I told her in full bliss.
She narrowed my eyes at me. I can see some hint of disbelief in her face but I ignored it. I already know that she thinks I am a crazy girl when it comes to Cyrus. Her reaction is not new to me at all.
I began telling her what happened to me and Cyrus as we walked towards our first class, which is sadly, not with Cyrus. Ivana was just shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she listened to me.
I was so excited and happy in narrating but only stopped when I saw a familiar hateful figure waiting in front of our classroom.
Ivana stopped and hooted. She gave me a meaningful look before checking Clayton out. “He’s really a lot better than Cyrus,” she commented.
I glared at her. She and Miles always says that. But I know for a fact that there is no one better than Cyrus. He’s the best in this university and even outside of it.
My cousin, Evan, is a model and everyone thinks he’s handsome. For me, in an objective point of view, he’s just normal. Well, of course, it’s hard to be objective since we are cousins in the first place. But anyway, Evan has equally hot friends but I never thought any of them is on par with the Cyrus Donovan. Cyrus is the epitome. He’s the peak.
Ivana nodded at me and mouthed something like, “Own him,” before heading inside the room.
Clayton stood up and looked at me. His eyes immediately met mine, trying to trap me in his gaze. He then broke out into his epic boyish grin.
He handed me a cup of coffee. “Good morning, Tracy,” he told me.
I sighed and c****d my head to the side, looking at him without any humor in my expression. “What do you want right now?” I asked.
He smiled widely, definitely unaffected by my rude remark. Is he really this thick skinned?
“Can you stop seeing me in the morning? It kind of ruins the momentum of my day,” I told him sarcastically.
Clayton laughed at me. Did he think I was joking? I was already insulting him and he’s just laughing. What a weirdo!
“Sorry, baby. I love meeting with you in the morning because it makes me look forward for the whole day ahead,” he replied.
I furrowed my brows at him and gritted my teeth. I really want to punch him hard but that would definitely put me on detention because he has a game today. I heard he’s the star player so everyone in this campus would hate me for being the cause of the star player’s absence.
Clayton smiled at me. “Anyway, today is my game,” he said in an excited tone. “I’ll see you on the bleachers.”
I scoffed. “Well, now that you don’t really have something on me now since you told me there is no video, what makes you think I will go there and watch you?” He doesn’t expect me to go and watch him, right? Especially since I’m not really a fan of anyone playing.
He raised his brow and looked at me with an amused grin. He nodded, as if approving what I just said. Good. Now, he already knows that he lost this game. I don’t like him in any way. That night was definitely a drunken mistake. And I will never come to like him.
He stepped closer to me and leaned down to my ear. “If you don’t come to my games, I’ll follow you around like a crazy dog,” he whispered and I can’t believe how it sent shivers to my spine.
Instead of getting mad at him, I was only reminded of that night when he whispered to me while touching me…while I was moaning under him…while I was intoxicated by his voice and his gaze and his touch and his—oh my god! I should stop thinking about it!
I swallowed hard as I begged myself to look at him with conviction. I can’t show him that I almost wavered. I can’t show him my weakness. This man is cruel. He’ll definitely use any weakness against me.
He smirked at me. “Do you want me to follow you everywhere?” he asked. “I bet that will ruin your chances with Cyrus Donovan…” he trailed.
I clenched my fists, already ready to swing at him. I don’t care if he doesn’t get to join the team anymore. I just needed to get even at him for annoying me like this.
“Although, I’d like it a lot if your chances are ruined. I hate it when you adore him like a fan girl,” he continued. “I hate sharing what’s mine.” His voice suddenly turned all serious. All humor gone.
I couldn’t help but feel nervous deep inside. His words made me question everything right now. His words made me regret that night even more. And I hate it because I think about it every night…before I go to sleep.
He lifted his hand and tucked all the loose strands of my hair behind my ear. The back of his hand caressed my face. “I’ll see you at lunch, baby,” he said before leaving me in front of my classroom dumbfounded.
Shit!
~*~
“Oh, my god! I can’t believe you don’t like him!” Miles whined.
He’s looking at Clayton and his friends on the table where they usually are inside the cafeteria. He looked so dreamy as he stared their way.
Ivana shook her head. “She must have hurt her head. Sure, Cyrus is handsome…but to compare him to the God of Basketball is unfair,” she uttered. “I mean, look at that face! His face is the type who would not leave you in bed unsatiated.”
I looked at her, scandalized at her description of Clayton’s looks.
She shrugged. “What? I didn’t say anything wrong,” she said. “You know I have this classmate on one of my minors and she’s been raving about Clayton’s performance in bed! Can you imagine how lucky that woman is?!”
I narrowed my eyes at her. Wait…what?
Miles giggled and they both started their fun conversation about Clayton’s s*x performance. While me? I am already busy glaring at Clayton who was laughing boisterously like he owns the whole cafeteria.
I rolled my eyes and just focused on eating my food. I mentally scoffed. I can’t believe I almost wavered at his words this morning.
He doesn’t like to share?
Bullshit.
He doesn’t like to share but he sure is very generous to any other horny woman.
I rolled my eyes at sent daggers at Clayton’s back which he must have surprisingly felt because he turned to my direction, immediately meeting my gaze.
I glared at him even more before looking away. I stabbed the food on my plate and ate with a heart full of hatred.
Now I don’t f*****g care if he follows me around like a crazy dog. I’m not going to watch him game. Not now, not ever! He thinks he can manipulate me like that? He thinks I’m like all the girls lining up to spend the night with him? No!
And by the way, he spent the night with me! He f****d me even without me seducing him. I’m definitely the person in charge there even when I am intoxicated!
“What are you so mad about?” Miles asked. He must have noticed me killing my food.
I looked at him and shook my head. “Let’s just go. This cafeteria is loud. I hate eating in a loud place,” I said before finishing my meal.
Ivana and Miles looked at each other, confused and questioning but they did as they were told and in a matter of minutes, we left the noisy and annoying place.
I heaved a deep sigh as I walked towards my locker. I began shoving all of my books murderously. I scoffed as I slammed my locker shut.
“Who’s your enemy?”
I stopped, eyes widening when I heard that question. I looked to my left and saw Cyrus looking at me with an amused grin.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
My lips parted. I want to say something. I want to start a conversation but no words are coming out of my mouth.
He smiled as he calmly closed his locker. “I hope you’re not having a bad day,” he said.
I bit my lip and mentally scolded myself for not being able to notice him beside me. I smiled awkwardly and hugged my notebook on my chest. “I-I’m good.” Oh, my god, Tracy Geneva! Did you just f*****g stutter?!
Cyrus smiled at me kindly. I just can’t help but admire his angelic features. Looking at him just calms my heart full of hatred for Clayton.
He nodded at me. “See you around, Tracy,” he told me before walking towards his next class.
I watched him walk away with a huge smile on my face. I must be crazy. One moment I am so mad, and then I’m soaring to the heavens on the next.
Oh, Cyrus!
I was busy daydreaming about Cyrus Donovan when my phone vibrated inside my pocket. My mood immediately turned sour when I saw the name of the sender.
Clayton:
The sides of your mouth will tear up with that huge smile of yours.
I rolled my eyes and typed in a reply.
Me:
If it’s for Cyrus, I don’t care about ripping anything. Even my clothes.
I pressed send and chuckled wickedly. Maybe I can play his game. Let’s see who’ll lose in the end, Clayton Stephenson.
- Writer
