Chapter 4: The Competition

Another tiring day.

My whole day is ruined after seeing this devil's— Rosales' face? Every smirk he throws at me makes me want to just traipse across the room and wipe that smug off his face with a slap. But due to unfortunate circumstances, that isn't an action I'm able to do. Hence, instead of saving mankind by getting rid of a jerk like him from the face of the Earth. I could only stab him a hundred or so times in my mind.

"Today, we will be playing a game. Both parties will be consisted of males and females." Our professor elaborated. We're currently out in the school ground, being fried under the scorching heat of the sun. We are all sweating heavily though the game haven't started yet.

"Oh, I think i like this game already!" Jashea hollered, clapping her hands excitedly while I, on the other hand, just threw her a plain look.

"Why do you look like you've just been dumped by your lover? Oh, pardon. I forgot that you don't have one." She giggled, eyes twinkling mischievously as I roll mine at her in silence. Giving up on getting a response from me, Jashea gave me a petulant pout.

I wore a serious expression as I positioned myself in front of the opposing side. Unfortunately, lady luck seems to leave me alone for this day as well. This arrogant guy only smirked at me and added fuel to the fire that is burning inside of me.

I threw him a frown, and in return—as if this is some kind of Christmas party exchange gift—he winked. I shook my head, frustrated to the core.

The game started smoothly, my attention is solely fixated on blocking and hitting the ball. The game was going well, not until...

"Ouch!" Brent cried. And my first reaction was to cover my mouth with my hands, knowing for the fact that I hit the ball too hard. He stared at me and all I did was meekly smile— mouthing an apology despite not wanting to give one.

The game continued and I noticed how Brent's hits and tosses towards me becomes more aggressive as time passed. Not only did I notice it, but it seems like the audience did as well.

Hushed chatters erupted at the game's sudden turn. If earlier, I was playing it cool; now I'm giving it my all.

This jerk, he's doing it on purpose!

Every time he hit the ball a bit too hard, I never fail to hit it back. Running back and fort just to hit it with as much ferocity as I can muster. It seemed like it's just us playing— because our teammates just stood by the sidelines, watching in awe. I somehow felt pressure creep up in me.

Catching my breath every now and then, I gave all of my energy into the game. Heavily panting while running to the spot where I know the ball would land. Even Brent seemed to be in the same condition as me.

We both look ragged and tired, but his stare is taunting. He looked like he's silently saying 'Bring it on'.

I could only shake my head after hitting the ball with a much greater force, but this arrogant jerk seemed to be somewhat skilled with this type of game— sending the ball back with a grin.

I feel that we're now in the finale of the game- I sent myself running over to where the ball would land but failed— my ankle was twisted painfully when I took a wrong step. All I could do was grimace, bracing myself from the impact that would come and using my arms to shield my face from kissing the warm pavement.

My classmates— snapped out from their shock— stood quickly at the sight, and I saw Brent halting his actions and scurrying to get to me as well.

"Are you okay?" Our professor asked, her tone laced with concern. I decided to just smile and give a nod, trying not to hiss when pain shot up from where a had gash had imprinted on the skin of my elbow.

I furrowed my brows as I watched their actions, parting like waves and letting Brent pass through without a much hitch. I widened my eyes with baited breathe as he securely placed me in his arms— one on the back of my knee and the other firmly placed on the upper expanse of my back— steadily walking out with the parting crowd to give us way.

"Where are you taking me?" I quipped brows raised. He didn't answer me and continued walking, never sparing a glance nor a word.

All eyes were on us, as if we're actors filming for a movie. I could only blush from the embarrassment at the unwanted attention they're giving us.

I took a glimpse of Brent. But the jerk seemed to be serious. He's entirely focused on getting us out of here. The audacity, he's the foremost reason why I'm in this predicament in the first place!

If he wasn't so reckless with that last shot, he wouldn't have to carry me all the way to wherever we're going. I took this chance to scan his face.

He's...kind of handsome.

Starting from the trenchant eyes, pointed nose, cherry lips and to his angelic face.

To be honest, he's the type of guys that lots of girls will like. Except me, of course. I could only shake my head to cleanse my mind off of the thoughts.

Why am I thinking about this kind of things anyways? I shouldn't be praising him. I should be cursing him for his daily annoying shenanigans!

He gently placed me down the clinic bed. He always piss me off, but the way he touches me it's way too gentle. As if I was some kind of rare, fragile gem that would shatter if he held me the wrong way.

"Are you done fantasizing about me?" He queried . I immediately turned my gaze away and pretended to look at the ceiling

Seriously, Levenisse!

"Please check on her." Said Brent.

I could only blink and furrow my brows at the sight. He's acting like he's my actual fiancé. I contemplated about banging my head on the nearby wall at that particular thought.

Fiancé? Levenisse, you're out of your mind!

The nurse nodded her head and scurried off to do what she was told to do.

Every dab of the cotton with alcohol near my wound made me twitch. I could see Brent nervously pacing on my peripheral vision.

"Relax, it's not like your girlfriend will give birth to your first child or anything. I'll only clean her wounds, nothing more." The nurse said trying to conceal her laughter.

My eyes almost popped out of my sockets at the cursed statement. I witnessed how Brent's face turned tomato red. When our gazes met, we immediately looked at anything but one another, feigning ignorance.

What the hell was that?