Love In The Air

"So do you know where the toilet is? I really need to go."

Kendrick's smile widens, and he nods, "Yeah, I know where it is. Let's go."

"Uh okay," I say, packing my belongings into my bag, including my phone.

Once I'm done, I turn back to him and say, "Uh, let's go."

He nods, stands up, and effortlessly shoulders his bag, while I gaze up at him, hesitant to rise.

"What's wrong?" Kendrick asks, noticing my pause, and glances down at me with a concerned smile.

"Uh, it's nothing... just-" I start to say, but my words trail off as I feel a sudden rush of blood.

My eyes widen in surprise, and my face grows hot with a flush.

I quickly look down, clenching my fists and jaw tightly, trying to hide my disgust.

But my gaze blazes into thin air, fueled by irritation. I thought this would happen on the last day, not the second.

Great, just great, I think to myself. But then, I feel a gentle pat on the back of my head, and I turn to see what it is.

My eyes snap open in surprise at the proximity between me and Kendrick, who is now sitting next to me, his face inches from mine.

Kendrick's light brown eyes bore into mine with intensity, and I can feel his warm breath dance beneath my nose, sending a fluttering sensation through my chest.

He slowly pats my head, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of my face, sending a surge of hormones coursing through my body.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his thick voice sending shivers cascading down my spine.

I quickly avert my gaze, fidgeting with my bag straps as I blink rapidly, trying to compose myself.

But then, his fingers gently tilt my face up towards him, our noses almost touching.

"Mandy," he calls lowly, his warm breath on my skin.

"What if I told you I can't move on?" he whispers, and I soften, my heart racing.

"Huh?" I whisper back.

Kendrick's intense gaze makes me want to pull away and blink, but I'm frozen in place.

His hands cradle my face, warming my skin, and I remain still, my body responding to his touch.

"What if I try to win you over?" he asks again, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Uhm..."

But then, I feel a flutter in my chest as he suddenly whispers, "I can't imagine living without you, Mandy. I want to be the one you turn to, the one you rely on. Let's just start over."

I swallow hard, unsure of what to say. The truth is, I still have feelings for Kendrick, but I don't know if it's right to date him. Is it?

As I break out of my thoughts, my eyes widen in surprise as Kendrick's lips approach mine.

My gaze darts nervously around his lips, unsure if I should let him kiss me this time. The closer his lips get, the more confused and excited I become.

But then, Kendrick surprises me by giving me a gentle peck just shy of my lips.

He hovers there for a moment, his breath tickling my skin, before pulling away with a soft smile.

"I'll give you all the time you need to think, okay?" he says softly, and I find myself smiling, feeling a bit relieved and grateful for his understanding.

"Okay," I respond, my heart still racing from the almost-kiss.

Then, Kendrick pulls me into a warm hug, his arms wrapping around my shoulders like a cozy shield.

I feel a sense of comfort and security in his embrace, and my smile widens in response.

But suddenly, my smile vanishes, and my eyes widen in shock as I feel another intense sensation in my vagina.

It's like another lump is gushing out, and I can't help but push Kendrick away, my hands on his chest.

He looks at me with a raised brow, clearly concerned. "Is something wrong? You've been acting really weird," he asks.

I take a deep breath, unsure if I should tell him. How can I explain this to him? That I'm gushing oceans down there?!

Kendrick reaches out to brush my cheek, but I quickly slap his hand away. I'm terrified that he'll feel the lumps all over my skin!

He squints his eyes, boring into me as if trying to read my intentions. "You're acting suspicious," he says.

"Tell me what's wrong."

I fumble with my bag straps, trying to avoid eye contact. "Uh, the thing is... uh... you know," I stammer.

"Go on," Kendrick prompts, his eyes still fixed on me.

I take a deep breath and blurt out the truth. "I'm on my period, okay? And I'm not feeling comfortable at all. I've got goosebumps all over me, and I think I might be stained. I don't know, I just feel like I am."

Kendrick's expression softens, and he nods understandingly. "Okay, that makes sense. Let's get you home and sorted out, okay?"

"Home?!" I exclaim.

"But what if I'm stained?"

Kendrick chuckles, a warm, rich sound that makes me frown.

"Hey, it's okay," he says.

"I've got you. We'll figure it out."

But I still don't feel comfortable standing up...like this. He'll definitely see me stained!

"Uhm, can I use the toilet first? Let me just change so I won't have to stain your car seat," I ask, my face burning with embarrassment.

Kendrick nods, his smile widening in a way that makes me feel like he'd agree to anything I ask.

"Sure, of course," he says.

"Uhm, so you know where the toilet is?" I ask softly, my eyes fixed on his.

Kendrick stands up, his bag still slung over one shoulder, and stretches out a hand for me.

I stare at his hand for a moment before placing mine in his, and he holds it gently.

Then I slowly stand up, wincing at the heaviness and extreme wetness from my used pad.

"So let's go," Kendrick says, his smile still plastered on his face.

But I take my hand off his and place both my hands on his chest.

"I'll walk backwards," I say, my eyes locked on his.

Kendrick raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything. He simply adjusts his bag and wraps his arms around my waist, and I blink rapidly, my heart racing uncontrollably.

"Uhm," I stutter.

"I don't mind, let's go," he says, and begins walking forward, leaving me no choice but to walk backwards.

He gently and slowly leads me down, his eyes fixed on mine, until we reach the ground floor.

We continue walking, but I can't see where we're going - I can only feel Kendrick's hands on my waist and the sensation of movement.

I gaze into Kendrick's eyes, utterly captivated by their depth as we walk. I guess he does have a dual nature - a mix of good and bad.

Just then, he asks, "Do you need me to help you?"

I swiftly break free from my daze and take in our surroundings, noticing we're in a square room with brown doors on all sides - including one directly behind me.

I notice the male and female signs on all the doors, and suddenly it clicks into place - we're in a restroom! And the sinks positioned close to each door confirm my realization.

Then, my gaze meets Kendrick's once more, and I catch him watching me with an amused smirk.

I quickly pull his arms away from my waist, but he simply lets out a low, playful chuckle.

"Thanks for your help," I say, trying to play it cool while reaching for the door handle.

I keep a wary eye on Kendrick, worried he might steal a glance at my butt.

And as soon as I grasp the handle, I swing the door open and backpedal into the stall, shutting the door behind me.

Then, I quickly get down to business.

I pull down my shorts, and assess the situation. Yep, I've stained myself pretty badly.

Thankfully, I had packed an extra pair of underwear and a pad, so I quickly change into those.

However, my jeans are now unsalvageable. I didn't bring a spare pair of shorts, but maybe Kendrick can offer some advice or help?

I hesitantly grasp the door handle, slowly pull it open, and peer outside.

Kendrick is leaning against the opposite door, arms crossed and eyes fixed intently on me as if he's been watching the door for quite some time.

"Uh, I need another short or skirt, and I'm not sure what to do," I admit, feeling a bit flustered.

Kendrick responds with a reassuring "No problem," and unfolds his arms, standing up straight.

"I'll help you out."

I smile genuinely, relieved. "Thanks," I say, and Kendrick returns my smile before breaking eye contact and walking away.

I close the door behind him and bolt it, then lean against it, waiting for his return.

As I wait, a sense of relief flood through me, and I feel grateful for Kendrick's help in this embarrassing situation. What would I have done if he hadn't shown up?!

As if he never left, I hear a knock at the door, followed by Kendrick's voice. "I'm back."

I turn around, unbolt the door, and pull it open.

Then I peer outside once more, and my gaze lands on the folded black clothing he's holding out to me.

"Here," he says, handing it over with a gentle smile.

I take the cloth, feeling the soft and silky texture, and close the door.

As I unfold it, I see that it's a short with black ropes hanging from the center of the waist. It looks brand new, like it was recently purchased.

The short even has a paper tag with a picture of a lady modeling it, and it has that unmistakable new-clothing scent.

Wow, Kendrick really went out of his way!

I remove the tag, put on the short, and feel a surge of gratitude for his kindness.

Next, I dispose of the used pad packet in my bag, making a mental note to throw it away properly when I get to my room.

With my bag secure, I take a deep breath, open the door, and find Kendrick standing opposite me, arms crossed. His face lights up with a warm smile as he takes in my new attire.

"Precisely how I envisioned it," Kendrick says, and I find myself frowning, slightly perplexed.

"What do you mean?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

"It's nothing, it just looks good on you," he replies.

I part my lips, feeling a bit flustered, and manage a soft "Oh."

"Well, thanks for getting it for me," I add.

"You could show your gratitude by joining me for supper," kendrick says with a smile, and I blink, taken aback, unsure if he's serious.

Although my hunger pangs are growing, I don't know if I should accept his invitation.

"Uhm..." I trail off, but before I can respond, Kendrick takes my hand in his, intertwines our fingers, and starts gently pulling me along.

Before I know it, we're outside the faculty building, and I'm uncertain about what's happening next.

Kendrick leads me to his car, which is parked nearby, and opens the door for me to get in.

I find myself hesitantly complying, and soon we're on the road, headed to a mysterious supper destination.

As Kendrick drives, I can't help but steal glances at him, noticing that he still has an earpod in his ear.

This reminds me of the time he shared his earpod with me, back when we were strangers.

Now, I'm struggling to define our relationship. Should I really give him another chance?

I swiftly glance away, noticing Kendrick turning to me, and fix my gaze straight ahead on the road.

I wait patiently for him to speak, but instead, he lets out a short, amused laugh.

But I pretend not to notice, despite my curiosity about what's so funny.

Soon, Kendrick pulls up to a large, modern building with a glassy exterior, and I peer outside to see where we are.

The signboard reads "Tasty Sweetys" - a quirky name that sounds like those whimsical dessert shops you'd fine in cartoons.

I wonder what kind of place this is.