C3 Chapter 3

Why is it so easy for them to love?

Was it a game or something? Do they fuck without any feelings attached? And on the school premises? My mind has been drowned by the incident of Sebe and that woman, and it never left my mind!

I shook my head at the thought.

This morning we had no class, but we're here early to watch basketball.

The game has been done and we are about to practice volleyball. We are sitting on the cement bench under the bleachers surrounding the entire court.

Noises from other students were what you would mostly hear inside. Some were playing basketball on the other court. Some were jogging around inside. Some were just stretching out. HMU's auditorium is vast.

Jen suddenly laughed. "It's also okay to have a boyfriend, don't you think? For inspiration, you know."

"Where did that come from?" I confusedly asked.

"It just popped in my head and I just want you to experience it."

Kylie laughed.

"You're right, maybe." I just said.

How does that feel? Was it good? Was it worth it? Was it-

"Fuck!" I shouted when a ball hit my head. My eyes shut in extreme dizziness.

"God! Are you okay?" Kylie said and touched the side of my head that was hit. I just winced.

"Ouch!" I cried.

Kylie cursed. "Hey, you! Can't you be careful and mindful of your surroundings?" She shouted. I can bet she could fight tooth for a tooth for us, her friends.

"I'm okay," I said, my eyes still shut. My head hurts.

"I'm really sorry, miss! I didn't think that it would land on you," the guy in a deep voice said. Some of his basketball teammates also approached us.

"Drink some water, Nat," Kylie told me as she handed me the bottle of water.

"What's happening here, Clinton?" We heard a baritone voice coming from behind this guy named Clinton.

I looked at Clinton's jersey. Number fourteen, Montemayor.

Is he also a Montemayor?

"Sebe!" Clinton said. "I accidentally hit her with a ball," Clinton said.

Sebe's forehead furrowed as he looked at me. His jaw tightened and I avoided my gaze at him. He heaved a sigh.

"I'll take care of her. I'll take her to the clinic." He said. Everyone, including me, was suddenly surprised.

I think I'm deaf to realize it. Damn! The owner of this University will bring me to the clinic!

"A-ah! I'm okay now," my heart hammered so fast.

"No. I will take care of you."

I want to protest but it's too late. He already carried me in his arms, bridal style. I heard other women gasping as he walked. I could imagine them rolling their eyes at me.

I inhaled his expensive perfume. I can almost close my eyes. This is embarrassing but why do I feel safe?

"Uhh- can I just walk?" I told him.

"No," was his simple reply.

I didn't demand anymore and just waited until we reached the clinic. I was immediately treated by the nurse when we reached the place. An ice bag was placed on the lump on my forehead.

"You'll be fine, but you can go home now since you'll be needing to get some rest," she said to me before turning to Sebe.

"Uh. Anything else, sir?" She said in a sweet tone as if offering her body to him. My ear tingled at what I heard and squeezed my palm.

Sebe leaned against the door in front of me and clasped both his hands.

"Ah, yes. Can you leave for a while?" He said. The nurse's cheek turned red. I don't know if in thrill or shame? Maybe both? She just nodded, following the command.

"I should go home," I smiled at him. "Thank you."

He just nodded while looking at me, again, with those deep stares.

"I'll drive you home." He said so casually.

I stiffened. Did I hear him right?

"I'll drive you home," he repeated.

Oh yes, I did.

I don't know what got into me when I said, okay.

After saying our address, we went quiet the whole ride. This is getting really awkward. I thanked heaven when we finally reached the subdivision I lived in. My heart was pounding rapidly again.

"Thanks for the ride," I hesitantly said. I was about to take the seatbelt off but couldn't do so because he was already so near to me.

Again, I stiffened.

His breath tickled my neck. Does he think that I can't remove the seatbelt on my own? What was this all for? And why do I let myself be in this situation?

"T-thank you," I bravely said even though he was still very close that I could feel his eyes on mine. And shoot, I was right; our eyes locked.

"You're so gorgeous," he told me almost in a whisper. My lip nearly bled from my bite.

"Thank you." WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT THANK YOU FOR, NATALIA?!

He then looked at my lips. I almost lost consciousness when he grabbed my nape to suppress a kiss. My eyes almost popped out at what he did.

"S-Sebe," I pushed him away but he only craned his neck, deepening the kiss.

I can hardly breathe.

This is my first kiss.

I just closed my eyes and let his lips play mine.

Butterflies were flying around my stomach.

Funny, because I surrendered myself.

He ended up his kiss, then bit his lips and smiled. "I'm sorry. The ride is not free, but now you're fully paid, "He said huskily.

"I-it's my f-first kiss," I uttered out of the blue.

He looked at me warily. "I know. To me and just for me.