Just Lust

Chapter 6

I was exhausted and would have thrown it away when someone parked before me; on the other side was a Black SUV. My chest immediately throbbed because I knew who it was.

Clinton was there. He was wearing a black V-neck shirt and black jeans. His thick brows furrowed.

I immediately turned away and turned around. I was still embarrassed to face him because of what I had done at the bar. When I shouted and pushed Berna.

If I had done that because I knew she was pretending. I know every woman's movements and thoughts; Clinton is the only one I can't. When I turned around, I didn't know him anymore.

I don't think about anything now. I go to the back of the school, where the view is beautiful, near the soccer field.

I could see the whole school from here in the grandstand because I was on the high side. The wind blew my hair, and I could only hear the birds chirping.

I sat on the wooden floor and leaned against the wall. I looked up at the glare of the sky.

We only live once. We should be happy. I don't want hours of being sad.

I would have closed my eyes, but I stopped when I saw the pair of eyes looking at me from below.

The grandstand is like bleachers in the auditorium. But it was around the whole soccer field, and I was on the top floor of the bleachers. I was immediately adjusted to sitting because I knew I could be peeked at. He has a class, so why is he here?

Is this also one of his favorite places?

So do I have to leave? Because he was there? When I saw him move up here, I stood up. I took a deep breath.

I also stepped down as he went up. Why in my direction he was heading, I do not know.

My chest throbbed so much as I stepped down. I diverted the direction so we wouldn't be close to each other.

But he still followed me. My forehead furrowed. What the hell!

I bit my lip and stepped to the side again. We were about to bump into each other, but he caught my arms. I cringed at the violence of his grip on me.

He looked at me angrily.

"Clinton"!" I tried to pull my arm, but it only got tighter. "It hurts!" I shouted at him.

"What have you done again?" he said sharply, frowning at me. What?

"What are you saying?" I shouted at him.

He laughed mockingly.

"You bought her books, right?" He ac "used me.

"What? "looks. Who?" My question is because I don't I don't know.

He sneered.

"You burned her books, Nicole," he ca "led me by my second name. First time. He has never called me by my name.

"I don't know what you're you're!" I punched and withdrew my arm from him, and I succeeded.

He chuckled dangerously.

"Berna is older than me. You're the one who can--"

I laughed. I'm avoiding her, aren't aren't I? Does she have evidence? I don't know anyone like her pretending-"

"Shut up", Nicole." He hissed.

So this is what makes him mad? Because of that woman?

"Shut up your face!" I shouted at him, and my tears immediately fell.

"You know? I'm already avoiding all of you, right ?!" I shouted at him, and I could see the tension in his jaw.

"I'm avoiding all of you! Why are you here now?"

That woman is too much. When I was surprised that she had bumped me and dropped her books, I didn't realize I had spilled her with the frappe I was carrying. She cried that time. And others stare at me badly. They thought I was bullying Berna.

It was only then that I first got angry with her in the comfort room of the bar. But that never happened again.

And now this again? How can I explain to him that I have no intention of doing it? I'm too beautiful to waste my time with her.

"If anything happens to her, I no longer care about that."

I wiped away my tears when he did not answer.

"Do I still need to transfer to another school to calm you down?"

He remained silent again.

I shook my head. "Okay. "That's so much for her. I took a deep breath and was about to leave, but he violently pinned me to the wall of the grandstand. My chest throbbed.

"What the.."

He cursed. "I'm sorry."

His voice became soft now. He locked me in both his hands so I couldn't right away.

He wiped my tears. Why are you like this? You're You'red, Clinton.

"Stop crying," he said softly.

I nodded and pushed him a bit.

Our contiguous bodies were different to me.

"I'm mad not because of her but because you are so spoiled," he said again, looking at me with deep eyes.

Before I could breathe, he had already claimed my lip. Shit! My eyes almost popped out. His arm grabbed me.

He scooped me up so I was very close to his neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed myself between him and the wall. We kissed from all angles. No matter if anyone can see us.

"I'm not mad at you." He gasped and kissed me again. "I don't want you that way." Shit."

That kiss meant I don't know because I have been inside the school since then.

Even I am confused already.

I can't can't get him sometimes.

"Oh! Just wait. I think I left my cell phone in the room. Wait for me here." Jen said suddenly.

We are already in front of my car.

I rolled my eyes.

"All right! Take it." I said in annoyance.

She signed the peace and left. I just sat on the snout of my car and took out a cigarette.

It has become my habit to smoke, especially when I have just finished eating, but before it could touch my lips, my cell phone rang.

I took it out of my pocket and answered. But that is unregistered.

"Hello?" My answer.

"Don't you dare lay that cigarette on your lips." I could almost drop my cell phone because of what I heard.

That cold and dangerous voice. Shit.

How did he find out my number?

"C-Clinton?" I turned around and was surprised when the car before me blew its horn.