Tease
His smile faded and he became serious. I got even more nervous with his reaction. This is not something I anticipated. I expected him to be shocked but not calm, like this.
"Cian, I-I'm sorry," he shook his head.
He stood up and went near me. I was taken aback in shock. Why is he saying sorry?
"What do you mean?" I asked, quietly preparing myself for the worst.
"I don't love you that way," he said disappointedly. "And I don't want to hurt you in any way. You are special to me, that's why. Even if I did notice something, I ignored it because I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I'm sorry, Cian.”
My chest tightened as I tried to swallow his words. I cleared my throat to get rid of the lump in it. But I also couldn't stop shedding a few tears. I blinked them away.
"Hey," he held my shoulders when he saw it. I avoided it a little and tried to smile.
"W-Won't you even think about it first? M-Maybe even a little, y-you also have feelings for me?” I asked desperately.
My tears just won't stop falling. I probably look desperately pathetic but I don't give a damn! If that's what it takes for him to love me back, I won't mind!
"Please, Cianna. Don't do this to yourself. I know you are more than this. And I know the man for you will come too-”
It was my turn to shake my head profusely. I wouldn't accept that. I can't. From the very beginning, he's the only one I love. I couldn't just swallow what he said when since the beginning it had always been him for me.
"No, I don't want that."
I manage to get out of his hold, still shaking my head. I slowly backed away and walked away. With only one thing in mind, I won't stop here. It's not because he said he doesn't love me, I'm going to stop. I can't just give up that easily.
Why did I wait a few years just to tell him how I feel if I will just stop because of this? No, I won't. I refuse to give up. Even though it hurts me to hear those things from him.
I violently wiped my cheek only to be stunned by what I saw. Hiding behind a large tree is Santi who's staring at me intently. And just by the look in his eyes, I knew he heard everything.
I ignored him and continued walking. I don't give a damn if he heard it all. All I want is to go back to the classroom to get my things so I could go home.
It was like my heart fell to the ground. As I walked away, Xander's words replayed over and over in my mind. And I would always feel that inside my chest every time.
"Cianna," Xander called me.
I slowed down a bit. But instead of looking at him, I stopped myself. I might be feisty and strong in front of everyone but not right now. Not when I just got my heart broken by someone I love.
But that doesn't mean I'm giving up. I will continue to pursue what I have for him until he loves me back. I wiped my cheeks and swallowed hard. I was able to calm myself a little bit until I reached the classroom.
There is no one inside. It's already six o'clock and most of the students have already gone home. Maisie and Elize also left first.
I felt like I was floating while organizing my books. I don't completely remember what happened. The pain in my chest subsided a little but I couldn't help thinking about it over and over again. What should I do to make him love me back? To make him look at me.
I went to the restroom to freshen up after arranging my things. My face felt tight and sticky from all the crying. The corridors were quiet when I went there. I can almost hear the crickets outside.
My phone vibrated which made me stop. I slowed down while reaching for my cell phone in my handbag. I suddenly stopped when I felt a heavy downpour of water on my body. I closed my eyes when a handful of water landed on my face!
“Damn!” I cursed aloud when I felt how cold the water was.
I opened my eyes only to get stunned to see my uniform wet! Even my skirt is wet too! I looked around angrily to see who did it when Trina and her henchmen came out from nowhere. I glared at them as I wiped my face. I slightly moved my bag away from my wet clothes.
"What the hell?!" I screamed at them.
The three of them just laughed with each other. Gosh! I can't believe how stupid this situation is! Immature and stupid!
"That's not even close to what you did to embarrass me in the past. You shouldn't have acted like that when you're just a newbie. You know, Juarez, just because you're rich doesn't mean everyone will kneel at your feet," Trina said with a smile.
I stared at her with great anger. My chest heaved in annoyance. I closed my eyes firmly as I try to calm myself but I just couldn’t.
"You’re the one who started it! Don't blame me. You embarrassed yourself by messing with me. Being rich has nothing to do with it, stupid. And is it my fault that I was born rich and you’re not?" I said in the most insulting way I know.
I've had enough drama for this day. For them to add more is not fun anymore. I was not raised to be inferior to others. And being a loser is especially out of my vocabulary. Being humiliated is for losers and they deserve more than humiliation.
Her face flushed with anger. I just scolded her even though inside I was about to explode with anger. I'm cold and I want to go home.
"You, bitch!" She was about to lunge at me.
This feels like deja vu. I readied myself for her attack.
"Trina!" Santi's low baritone echoed in the corridors.
I closed my eyes in annoyance. Here we go again...
Trina stopped right in front of me and her face softened slightly when she looked at my back. If he's going to scold me again, I'd better just leave. I don't have time to hear his crap. I feel so cold already.
I turned to him. My annoyance rose again when I saw him. I already know what he's going to say. He will blame me again and accuse me of starting trouble. I glared at him with that thought in mind. So before he could scold me, I started walking away.
To hell with freshening up! I got more refreshments than I need!
But before I could get away completely, Santi stopped me by the arm.
"What?" I sneeze. "Look, if you're going to scold me again, can you not now? I'm cold and I want to go home," I said in annoyance.
He ignored me and turned to Trina's group. His forehead is wrinkled and there is anger in his eyes.
"I saw what you did. If you don't want it to get to the counselor, don't bother her again. Or else, I will report you all myself," he said with a tight jaw.
He then turned to me and started walking towards the locker area. I staggered in shock but later came to my senses.
I didn't expect he'd do that. I always thought he had this bad prejudice against me. That's exactly what I had in mind since we first met. Didn't he call me a brat? Without even giving the effort to know me. In return, I hated him and I still hate him for reasons I can't quite pinpoint.
"What are you doing? Let me go!” I struggled to get out of his hold.
"You're going home looking like that?" He asked in annoyance then looked over my body.
I followed what he was looking at. My clothes were so wet my bra and skin can be seen through them. I just raised an eyebrow at him.
"So?"
I am used to showing people a bit of skin. I used to be a model so this is nothing. This is too little to what I've done before. And one more thing, it's not like I'll ride public transportation looking like this. Hell no! That's embarrassing. I am not ashamed of my body but I would look miserable if I did that.
"You would let people see your body?!” He said eyes widened, troubled. Even I was surprised by his violent reaction.
"What is wrong with you? I have my car and I'm going home. I can handle myself! And why did you bring me here?”
I looked around the entire locker room. There are no more students and probably utilities and staff have also gone home.
"You're not going home looking like that," there was an emphasis in his voice.
I rolled my eyes. He went to one of the lockers and violently opened it. From there he pulled out a black big t-shirt.
"Wear this," he avoided looking at my wet uniform.
I smirked. I crossed my arms instead of taking it. He looked at me strangely. His thick eyebrows met which emphasized the anger in his eyes.
I don't know what's gotten into me. But I feel like teasing him.
"Don't tell me, you haven't seen a naked girl before?" I teased.
His gaze darkened and his grip on the t-shirt tightened slightly. He didn't answer. To make my act more realistic, I stared back at him intently. A small smile appeared on my lips. I started tracing the buttons on my top and unbuttoned the first one.
"Stop," it came out like a whisper.
His eyes darkened more with unadulterated desire. In my mind, I wanted to laugh so much. I continued unbuttoning my shirt halfway.
My eyes widened when he pulled me and kissed me roughly. I was so shocked that I wasn't able to move immediately. I pushed him hard when I realized what he was doing but his hold on me is too tight he won't even budge. He continued sucking on my lips, tasting every corner of my mouth.
“S-Stop! U-Uhmm-” I gasped.
He held my nape to deepen the kiss. I completely weakened and just clung to his arm. His kisses became soft and teasing. His hand is now touching my bare back. The warmth of his hand comforted the cold I felt a while ago. I closed my eyes from the sensation I feel.
From the small of my back, his hand traveled to my under-boob. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Triggered, his kisses became deeper. His tongue delved into my mouth, claiming and tasting it.
I gasped when his palm touched my chest. Even with the cloth of my bra, I can feel the warmth of his hand. His kisses went down to my jaw, below my ear, and my neck. It's like I'm losing myself in the various sensations he's making me feel. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning. He continued sucking on my skin like it was his favorite candy.
In an instant, I opened my eyes and woke from a dream.
I pushed Santi hard. His eyes were still sleepy when he looked up. His lips are red from all the kissing and I felt mine swollen too. It was as if he suddenly realized what he did when I pushed him. He remained near me though, not even moving from my pushing him.
I swallowed hard and stared at him, still unable to believe what happened. He adjusted the button of my dress and then put the t-shirt on me. I remained stunned while he did all that.
"Don't tease me again like that. I might lose it,” he breathed heavily against my ear.
To be continued...
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Smile I felt relieved when they did the rest of the work. We went to Santi's house early to do the interview. He set the schedule, and we, as those who asked for the favor, had to adjust to his schedule. Grandma Gracia welcomed us warmly. My group mates were even shy about who would enter the house first. Fortunately, she greeted us happily. Santi was civil with them too, but a little hostile to me. I just ignored his stares and tried to concentrate on what to do. The ones asking are Elijah and Lienna. While Sam and I maneuvered the camera. The first questions are about technical things. How the plantation works and what companies they are supplying. "We have different varieties of mangoes, so it also depends on when the season of harvest is. But on average we produce two hundred tons annually.” The mouths of my group mates formed a big O. Even I was inwardly amazed to know how much they harvest in a year. "That's not surprising when you think about it. As of now, five thousand m
Suffocate I kept staring at Santi's face in the video we made for this major subject. Our professor decided to watch all our submissions during class. The last video we’re watching was ours. I remembered what happened yesterday. To this day, I still can't forget my reaction and feeling to what I saw. I have known him to be distant and mysterious. I don't think he can even deal normally with others. Well maybe they're close friends that's why. Why I reacted like that is still a puzzle to me. Just thinking about it is scary. Everyone fell silent when our video played. Until it was over, the silence was deafening. Our professor was the first to applaud when it was finally over. “Great job, everyone!” My classmates also joined in cheering. Our professor looked satisfied with our work. I breathed a sigh of relief at his reaction. It made all our efforts worth it. I even humbled myself just to get Santi to agree to this interview. Not to mention my finger still hurts now. “We haven'