Chapter 7 : I really mean it, the enemies to lovers troupe is so overrated (1)

For the first time in a long while; Mark didn't wake up before his alarm; Instead he curled up in bed and threw the alarm clock against the wall.

The alarm clock broke into pieces at the contact with the wall.

After a while, he heard a small 'Good morning ma'am' through the poor soundproof system of the house and felt himself flush before burrowing into the blankets.

No matter how much he tries to deny it ; Last night he really had the desire to kiss his enemy but before his imaginary enemy will start saying ' I told you so ' There are excuses for that ;

First of all , he was on testosterone which was basically an horny hormone. He hasn't been beating his meat frequently and his body was filled with suppressed sexual frustration ; so it happened to gush out when he touched Jason plump lips yesterday.

Secondly, it was a plain fact that two people alone in a room , breaths entwining and being in the youthful age will surely feel a bit pumped up.

Thirdly , having misplaced sexual affections was a very normal thing ; he have once had misplaced affections for Nikki Minaj too and didn't he grow it out ?

With this thoughts , he reassured himself and stood up to go to the bathroom. Perhaps he should start to chant some Buddha sutras ; maybe it will remove all earthly affections from him...

He took his bath and wore a nice checkered shirt with office trousers; When he was sure he looked handsome enough to steal hearts , he climbed downstairs.

"Good morning.... " His lips twitched at Jason who was still drinking coffee next to Miss Angie " I thought you have already gone to work"

"I wanted you two will go together" Miss Angie raised her voice in panic when she saw he was about to refuse " Jac'key called him that there was an urgent business right in front of me ; I don't want him to go on his own since we know this part of Changsha isn't wheelchair friendly "

Mark rubbed his hand over his face; it wasn't that he didn't want to help but he was still feeling a bit embarrassed about what he did yesterday night...

He looked at Jason at the corner of his eyes. The silly classmate looked calm and limpid like he was unbothered about what was going on in the world; he probably did not remember what happened yesterday and pushed it as one of those unlucky memories.

Mark sighed and pushed the unhappy thoughts at the back of his mind. It wasn't like they even kissed , it was just a little touching, people touched everyday.

"Okay but when we get to a distance near the hospital; I will go in first alright?"

Jason nodded slowly.

Since the subway wasn't condusive for wheelchair users ; Mark decided to call an Uber, But after about 30 mins of waiting, the Uber driver called that his car have an issue in the middle of the road and it might take some time.

Mark looked at the Time; At this rate , they were going to be late.

The weather wasn't bright or too warm ; since it was still early in the morning, pedestrians were not too many to disturb them with stares.

"Jason, what do you think about walking?"

Jason didn't seem to be bothered about it ; in fact Mark could even swear he saw his face flush with excitement before he nodded.

Mark went behind him and placed his hands on the handle; he suddenly realized that this was the first time in his life he was pushing Jason wheelchair.

"Can I ?"

"Yes "

The walk was peaceful; apart from the school girls who stared at them ambiguously ( Mark didn't know why but he felt like they thinking bad thoughts) and Jason being scarily quiet ; they had no problems and was able to get to the hospital within half an hour.

"Okay so you go first ; after a while I'll follow "

Jason nodded and turned to leave; he have already gone a distance before he suddenly stopped and turned back; his eyes was filled with strange emotions.

"Mark...."

A wind blew at that moment, bringing up leaves and letting it float. Jason red hair waved along with the wind suddenly giving him an out of this world aura.

Mark felt his heart aching with that familiar hatred again .

Why is he so ... handsome?

"Mark ... umm .... " His cheeks turned pink and he lowered his face " I... umm ... about last night.."

Mark felt his breath catch in his throat

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he really remembered; f*ck ! f*ck !! f*ck !!!

"It was my fault, I am sorry "

Like that he bowed his head and left him alone with conflicting emotions.

Mark was supposed to feel happy that Jason took the opportunity to apologize thereby allowing him to really throw it at the back of his mind; but instead of feeling happy , he felt disappointment with a hint of anger.

Why was he feeling disappointed? The last time he checked ; Jason had even made him cry

Mark raked his fingers through his hair and let out a deep breath.

"This is so frustrating"