My Boss

The air crackled with anticipation. The crowd, a sea of excited faces, surged forward, their eyes glued to the entrance of the school. It was Rexon Del'torre, the charismatic vocalist of the legendary band Logistic, who was about to grace us with his presence. I, along with my friend Terry, were caught in the tide of excitement, pushing our way through the throng.

"Ouch, can you slow down a bit?!" Terry complained, struggling to keep up with my frantic pace.

"All you do is complain, just keep up!" I retorted, craning my neck to get a glimpse of the approaching star.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" I called out, squeezing through the girls who were practically climbing over each other to get a better view.

The rumor mill had been churning for weeks - Logistic was rumored to be enrolling at our school for the upcoming year. The thought of having Rexon Del'torre as a classmate sent shivers of excitement down my spine.

Finally, I managed to secure a spot in the front row. "Yes! This is perfect!" I exclaimed, beaming with satisfaction.

"Tss... What's the problem, you were the ones who cut in line!" A haughty girl with overly bright makeup and a sneer on her face retorted.

"Was there a sign saying, I own this place?!" I shot back, matching her sassiness.

She scowled at me, her expression making me falter for a split second. But then, I couldn't help but smirk. "What's so funny?" she asked, her annoyance growing.

"Your face is funny!" I quipped, raising my eyebrows. My playful remark seemed to ignite a firestorm of disapproval from the surrounding crowd.

"Bitch!" she yelled, her voice laced with venom.

"Same to you, bitch!" I retorted, my voice echoing her aggression.

I didn't notice the sudden commotion around me, my focus completely consumed by the approaching band.

"Enough of that, Lara," Terry tugged at my shirt, but I ignored her, my eyes glued to the entrance.

The crowd erupted in a cacophony of screams. "He's coming!"

I turned to face the direction where the band was approaching. And then, he appeared. Rexon Del'torre. My world seemed to stop spinning as he walked onto campus. His hair billowed in the wind, his eyes seemed to speak volumes without uttering a single word. His lips, even when closed, seemed to yearn for a sweet kiss.

My eyes softened as I watched him approach.

"Rexon!"

Even the way they called out his name sounded like music to my ears.

I saw his lips quiver as he warmly greeted everyone. But my fantasy abruptly halted when someone shoved me.

"Slut bitch!" The girl with heavy makeup screamed at me.

I wasn't prepared for the push, causing me to fall ungracefully to the ground.

"Ouch!" I winced as my hips hit the pavement. But I quickly looked around and realized I had almost fallen into Rexon's path. I quickly raised my gaze and realized Rexon was right in front of me.

"Holy God!" My lips suddenly turned agape as our eyes met. My heart almost stopped, and my body froze for a second.

I watched as his lips quivered again, casting a half-smile as he stood before me.

But my daydream was cut short when someone nudged me.

I bit my lip and glimpsed his perfect jawline before he glanced back at me with a furrowed brow.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Ah, yes!" I responded in a trembling voice.

I reached out for his waiting hand.

But a surge of electricity ran through my veins when he touched me. It felt like I had won the lottery as I felt the heat and softness of his hand on mine. It was as if I almost fainted at the sensation of his palm against mine.

As I tried to stand, a sudden jolt shot through my hip.

"Ow.." I winced in pain. He quickly came to my side and knelt beside me, gripping my hand tightly. He swiftly placed his other hand on my back, seemingly about to lift me, but someone spoke from his back.

"I got this, Rex," he said as he snatched me from Rexon.

Before I could react, he was already carrying me, effortlessly navigating the crowd. Irritated as I was, I couldn't complain, for fear of being misunderstood as deliberately wanting Rexon to carry me.

He kept his eyes on the path ahead, seemingly uninterested in conversing.

I bit my lip and glimpsed his perfect jawline before he glanced back at me with a furrowed brow.

"Who is he?" The murmurs spread due to his interference with Rexon's intended action of lifting me.

"Rexon's big brother," someone said from the group.

I noticed his jaw tightening as he gazed at me darkly.

"I take it this, Rex," he stated before swiftly taking me from Rexon's grasp. In a flash, he effortlessly carried me through the crowd towards the clinic. Despite feeling annoyed, I couldn't protest as it would only add to the embarrassment. The scent of his cologne tickled my nose, and I found myself inhaling deeply as he walked. He remained silent, focused on the path ahead, with no intention of engaging in conversation.

As we reached the clinic, I was promptly x-rayed to check for any fractures. Fortunately, no fractures were found.

"Thank you for bringing me here," I expressed as he returned from speaking with the doctor. He gazed at me before clenching his jaw and moving to sit on the couch.

"Aren't you planning this?" he questioned with a smirk. Confusion clouded my thoughts, "What do you mean?"

He chuckled, "Anyone could pull a stunt like that just to catch Rexon Deltorre's attention." I bit my lip before responding, "I'm not that desperate to resort to such tactics."

Despite my words, doubt lingered in his eyes.

“Many people may be falling for him, but if you consider a cheap move, I'd rather not embarrass myself in front of him," I remarked, raising my eyebrows.

Is he really Rexon's older brother? Handsome, yes, but his attitude is far from appealing. Without a word, he stood up and walked out without a goodbye.

"Tss, arrogant!" I muttered with a snort as I watched him leave the clinic.