Chapter 1: He was simply mine

They could say I was a leech and they won't be wrong.

People see, people hear, people talk, people perceive. That's what they do.

No fault in that.

But, they don't know us and whatever we did to deserve each other. What we've gone through together. What sacrifices we made for each other.

Him mostly, though. Poor guy.

As it's known that it doesn't take a genius, to make a relationship work and it sure as hell doesn't need an adult to understand that.

It was true love what we felt for each other. Puppy or matured. It was love and it was enough for us.

We met when I was twelve, same age as him, actually. But, the only different is that, he seemed older than me somehow.

We were so young but we were always so closely together, sticking to each other like glue. You could even mistake us for siblings.

We are surely not.

I was his desk mate when he transfered to my school, My closest neighbor when his parents bought the house beside ours, My best friend when the whole world avoided me, My hero when I was chased out of my parents' house, My rock when I was at my weakest.

He was simply...Safe to say... Mine!.

"Chris!" I called in panic, already standing when I saw him falling down on the hard ground of the field, from being foul played by his opponent team captain, during one of his many street matches that I went to watch.

Before I knew what I was doing I was already on my feet running to him. His teammates were already surrounding him like bees seeing the great flower.

I knew that I was being an overprotective mother hen but, I couldn't help it. I needed to make sure he was fine with my own near sighted eyes.

"Fine!" He seethed with gritted teeth to his coach and teammates before looking my way as I was running to him, obviously he was in pain but like the *ss he always is. Was downplaying it again!.

"I'm fine! It's just a scratch baby. Will you still love me like this?" He lightly teased me when I reached him, to lighten up my mood with his eyes half closed giving out his most panties dropper look, earning those ooh, uuhs and aahs from the crowd.

How romantic, my foot!.

"Idiot! Can you stand?" I cursed in a whisper before I asked him calmly. I was shaking from barely concealed anger.

"Ask me to jump and I'll only ask how high with you and if you'd want me to fall in any style" He teased again, whispering this time before winking at me. Making me blush.

Like seriously, I blushed!, Right there with the crowd still watching us. I hated how much he attracts attention.

"Just bring your *ss up, boy! I need you well, if we gonna get that scholarship you were talking big about yesterday" I said making my damnest efforts to get him up and off the field before we heard a whistle blown by the referee or coach..., Whatever. I just never paid attention to sports.

That shit bores me.

And the game resumed without him. Heartless dudes!. I was still working on how the team can still go on playing without their captain...

Yes, the idiot that was beside me was their team's captain. And don't get me wrong, I'm proud of him but, he hates playing football.

Why is he playing then?

Good, question. Maybe because, he's a masochist!.

"You are angry at me..." He observed once I put him to sit on a near bench yet some distance away from the field.

"Why is that?" He asked, concerned.

"So, now it's illegal and apparently unbecoming of me, getting upset when my boyfriend does some suicidal dumb sh*t on the field?" I exploded, not really care where we were.

He may be perfect in all ways but, the boy hates being belittled in public like it's a sin and he's a priest. Two opposite things.

"Okay, WOW. I even made Miss Wifey angry. It's official, I think I deserve a medal now..." He said like he was really considering to be given the prize and I pinched him. Hard.

"Ouch...!" He grimaced in pain, aloud. That was all for show, I knew that but, I couldn't help feeling guilty for pinching him. He was hurt already.

"I'm worried about you, okay?" I told him throwing myself at him and bury my face in his embrace. I was drained.

I didn't even know I was crying untill I felt his hands on my face.

"Silly you..., You are always worried" He cooed at me while taking my glasses off my face so he could dry up my tears with his sweaty hands, gently. Like he was touching a treasure.

If it were any other day I would've stopped him because...seriously, it was disgusting! Eew...!.

But not with the state I was in. He was really hurt, If I could even noticed it, then it was fatal. Because, I'm clueless most of the games.

And to make matters worst? I saw him being kicked on his already bad leg. I would say intentionally but, what do I know about sports?. The only thing I knew, was that I was worried sick about him.

But, I'll avenge my man. I always do.

"I'll go buy some good ointments for your leg, now" I said getting out of his warmth. Reluctant like a moth while handing him a bottle of water which he accepted.

"I don't think we have the money..." He said before he saw my hand in air stopping his words.

"Wash your wound, first" I told him, fishing a bandage in my bag while he washing the dirt and blood off the scratches.

Being a wife of a jock is no laughing matter!. It's a full time duty.

"And if I may ask, who keeps the accounts between the two of us?" I asked seriously. Kneeling down so I could wrap his bad leg well after he was done.

He hates numbers. He would choose to be taken to the seven pits of hell on any day, than working on numbers.

It's still a mystery to me why he chose to major in business in advanced level (A-level) secondary school.

I took my time wrapping the bandage on his leg, when I looked up I saw his adoring gaze on me.

"You do. But ...!" He tried to explain, weakly though. And I interrupted him again, with my hands cupping his cheeks.

"We can afford it. Trust your wife dummy!" I said with a tease to lessen his worries.

We were broke as hell will be on judgement day. I used the money to buy him a brand new, trending at that time, Play station (PS) for his seventeenth birthday. The year before. He was so happy and it was all worth it. Only at that time, though.

"You really got the money for your after school hours lessons?" He asked again, doubtfully.

"We call them tuitions but, who cares anyway, right? And yes, Mr worrywart Cage, I do. So, can I please go and buy you some ointments before that starts to seriously swell?" I asked pointing at his already bandaged leg.

"I miss you already" He said, grinning, and by that he gave me the go ahead.

But, before I could move my feet he held my hand back.

"What now? You need a cola too?" I snapped, impatiently.

"I'm sorry I make you worry like this" He said, his face all apologetic but amused. Putting back my oversized round glasses before kissing my forehead lightly.

How I even got the audacity to walk without my glasses was beyond me. I was blind without them and he knew not to tease me for them. It was my sore spot.

He was so thoughtful. I can never stay angry with him for even a second. I was in the danger of getting diabetes from his overdosed sweetness.

'That, I'm sure of!, I thought to myself before walking to the school's old pharmacy.

I was already a distance away from him when I heard a whistle behind me. I chuckled because I knew the instigator.

Christopher Barnabas Cage, will be the death of me!.

"Don't you walk just fine, baby mama!" He shouted with too much passion, waving at me, making people concentrate on us once again leaving the play that was continuing on the field. Such an *ss.

I rolled my eyes before thrusting my two middle fingers in the air, for coloring his eye sight.

"I Still love you, baby mama!" He shouted again enthusiastically after blowing me a kiss, with a wide blinding smile on his face.

Talk with an insane person and be the one who'll seem out of your mind. So, I just laughed, shaking my head helplessly before turning to walk away. Hands in my school jacket.

Smiling like a fool all the way to the pharmacy.