Chapter 5: The Rejection

Mila's POV 

I've been restless ever since that day. His touch haunted me everyday we met, we couldn't even look at each other. The others were noticing our weird behaviors, they just didn't have the courage to ask, and thank God they didn't, because honestly, I wouldn't have known what to answer to them.

I've been replaying that moment in my head for days, pausing and playing each moment like a movie in my head, searching for the minute I did something wrong. Why is he doing this to me?

I can't forget the fact that he looked at me like I was everything he ever wanted in his life.

It keeps torturing me. However, yesterday, he had slipped a letter in my bag, asking me to meet with him after practice today.

I wore my best perfume, he'll call it cheap, I know, but that's what I could afford. Gary noticed the unusual dressing today but I shut him up the moment he dared ask.

I'm more than hopeful that maybe, we'll figure this madness between us today. Maybe, this could be the beginning of a blissful relationship.

So yeah, I headed straight to work, they all noticed my stunning appearance and were shocked at the dazzling beauty they saw.

I couldn't even focus. All I did was look at him. He also looked at me too, we couldn't avoid each others eyes.

I patiently waited for today's match to end, praying he looks at me well.

Even though there's this flicker of burning hope that overwhelms me, I still can't get the fear of him doing something funny to me. 

I don't want to get heartbroken, I don't know if I should just skip meeting him and go home straight. Will it make me look weak? Will he tell it to the boys and they laugh at me? 

Like, I'm just tired.

When the referee blew the final whistle, my heart skipped a beat. I was shivering, my head rang with aches. All I could hear was his whispers that day, it consumed me. I felt his touch, even as he brushed past my skin just now, our eyes locked on each other for a second and he left.

When it was time, I met him in the equipment room where I wanted to pack up. He was standing by the door.

“Sit.” He ordered.

Just imagine the audacity of the kid, ordering me to sit.

I didn't answer him, I just stood by the other side of the door, face to face with him, not minding if anyone was looking.

They can go to hell.

“Forget about anything that happened that day. It means nothing. Is that clear?”

What?

“What do you mean it means nothing…”

“I told you to sit because this would hurt. But it's the truth, the truth always hurts.” He smirked and carried on with his cruel dismissal. “You're just a lucky scholarship girl throwing herself at the school's star player. Nothing more. That's what you all do…”

He stood before me, I wish I had listened and sat as he said, because now, I feel faint and I may collapse anytime soon.

I need to strangle him. I really need to. God help me, forgive me.

Just look at the mess I've gotten myself into.

I couldn't speak, I didn't know what to say. For real. He'll only break me further. I swore not to show myself weak to him anymore. I swallowed the pain, the tears, the sorrow, I held everything back and listened to the silly and hurtful words that came out from his dirty and smelly mouth.

He circled around me, I didn't flinch, I looked into his eyes sternly, ready to bite him if need be, after all, he'll heal up even before he gets to the boys.

“You're not good enough for someone like me. You don't have class, you don't meet my standards. You're not beautiful enough. You also wear a cheap perfume…” I anticipated it. “Trying to impress me right, but you've failed. And I advice you Mila,” he called my name softly, but firm. “Quit the job before I make you.” He scorned, his words felt like targeted arrows to my heart.

He aimed them well and released each one at the right moment, as if he had planned this whole thing like a movie scene.

The words seemed like physical blows, but for real, I would have preferred one. It hurt me so bad, but I wouldn't cry, never would I make that mistake again before this punk.

“Now you listen to me, Kai or whatever you call yourself. I won't quit. If that's what you want, let me just give you a heads up now. I won't. Let it sink into that dead skull of yours.” I stood before him, spitting the words outrightly into his face. “I need this job, my life depends on it and I won't let your ego drive me away.” 

What kind of kid is this that won't let me have my peace of mind? Do I owe him that he keeps torturing me?

I didn't do any wrong to work here and I'm not doing it for him, after all, I wouldn't have known him if not for this job, so he can go to hell. He can burn there.

Nonsense.

I left him cold on the ice, allowing the pain to sink deep and register in his mind, just the same he'd do to me.

However, both of us were shattered. I can't deny.