Like that, I forced my mind to shut down Michael’s hot body thoughts and switched to my future where I had a good career and lots of money to spend on my hobbies.
Chapter-8 Michael
After a heated night with Margaret or Malissa or…. I don’t remember her name already. Who cares? Certainly, I do not; she’s just a one night stand. I could still feel her naked body pressing into my chest under the covers, as the bright sunlight invaded my room. Ugh, in the heat of the moment, I had forgot to draw the curtains yet again. This girl, man, this girl was some fucker. She’s a tigress in bed, and I had taken her more than once in the night. She certainly did not complain. Like Tim had said, Lee and him both went back home without a girl clinging to their biceps. I was a bit surprised; then the realization had dawned upon me. They both had a major fight with very strong contenders. They couldn’t just fuck with some whore and still not be sleep deprived; they had to save their energy for the fight tonight. I had quickly found this girl on the dance floor, shaking her booty for attention from any guy who was willing to give it, and I being the type I am, took the opportunity.
I turned my head towards the other side to take a look at the time, and I was late for college. This always happens. I don’t mind, I would only miss my first class, that’s it. You may think, being this awful fuck boy and street fighter, I am idle at my studies, but it’s the complete opposite. I am very well known for my academic achievements in the college. Now, don’t ask me how I do it, because I don’t even have a clue to it myself.
I raised my naked body from under the covers, and my man was sitting there peacefully between my thighs, very satisfied with yesterday.
“Babe, where are you going?” the girl whined from my bed.
“I am going to take a shower and by that time I want you out of my house,” I said clearly as I looked for some clean boxers.
“How about around two?” she said, sitting up on the bed, letting the covers fall to her upper thighs. Her breasts stood open, inviting me in, but I had seriously lost interest in her already.
“No thanks. Get out of my house before I throw you out personally.” I said with my back turned to her still rummaging in the closet for a clean pair of underwear.
She huffed and started collecting her pieces of clothing from the floor. She wore them seductively trying to get me to surrender to her, but sweetheart, I have already seen this way too many times, and I have got no interest in it anymore.
She finally went out, slamming the front door in anger. I chuckled as I saw her walk out on the pavement outside towards the road. I entered my bathroom and took a quick shower to get the entire stench off my body. I put on some random clothes and took off to my garage. I will have breakfast from the canteen. Let’s drive my bike to college today. I am in the mood for something more daring. I did tell you, my parents had a lot of wealth, and they spent a maximum of it on my wishes.
As I parked my bike into an empty slot, I heard Hans’ voice, “Somebody had a late night, I assume?” he asked with a smirk.
“We both had my friend, we both had.” We both started laughing at that.
“Where are Lee and Tim?” I asked, as I started walking towards the cafeteria.
“Practicing for their big game tonight, they can’t let their title be taken away from them. They are way more egotistic than that,” Hans said, as we took a seat at an empty table. The cafeteria still had some people in it, most who were chatting.
The young boy of the cafeteria came to us, and he was an old friend. “So what do you two want? I assume you had a late night being you missed your first classes?”
“Yeah, we had, I will take the usual. A French marmalade, fries and milk,” I said back as Hans started to order his greasy meal. He wasn’t a fighter, he was a money collector in these fights, and therefore he didn’t have to care for his body. But surprisingly, he was very fit, maybe not more than us, but he was fit. I think you’re questioning what kind of guy drinks milk; well, I do, it’s healthy. Don’t even question it! As we ate our meals peacefully and chatted about the night’s proceedings, I couldn’t help but think about Julian and Sharon kiss on my property. Technically on the road, but hey, that was still too close to my house. As we finished, the bell rang, and here we go to our classes.
Chapter-9 Sharon
Julian and I were standing in front of my locker waiting for the bell to go and as usual, talking some random shit. I hadn’t seen Mirabelle yet; maybe she was running late. I must say, Julian and I were hitting it off quite well, it didn’t even feel like we had known each other for only a few days. He was funny, sweet, protective, smart and intelligent… the list goes on and on. What does that Michael even have except for a big mouth and that massive body of his? And not to forget his big pointy nose! Oh, and probably some money inherited from his parents. Why am I even comparing Julian to Michael? They are not even on the same page.
“Wow, you sure are some philosophical beauty, you know that,” Julian looked at me with adoration. We were discussing life and death theories. I told him that death never kills us wholly; we are still alive but just in our subconscious mind.
“Don’t flirt with me mister.” I punched his arm playfully.
“Ow, don’t do that. I am very sensitive, don’t even touch me,” he said faking hurt. He was such a clown.
“Really? I am even not that soft to get hurt from that light punch. Liar,” I said, staring him down.
Suddenly he came closer to me and whispered in my ear, “I bet you’re soft in all the right places.” His breath fanned the outer shell of my ear and down my neck. A chill went down my spine making my toes curl.
“What?” I croaked out finally.
He smiled, knowing the effect he had on me. I exactly knew what he was talking about. That pervert.
“Nothing S…, and here goes the bell; we should go. Meet you at lunch,” he said back as soon as the bell rang. We walked our separate ways, he to the gym and I to History.
I mainly opted for all the Arts subjects, and this was my favorite. Damn, how I loved History. History is life if you tell me. But right now, I had to keep an eye out for Mirabelle. How boring to spend your day without your best friend. I know I am an 18-year-old girl, an adult, and I am reading in college, but I still want my best friend to be around me. I wasn’t exactly looking at where I was going, as I was trying to find Mirabelle in the crowd of students hurrying to their classes, which is why I crashed into someone. Damn what the hell? Was it a wall I collided with or a human made of stone? I thought here I go, down on my precious ass, kissing the floor, but no, two strong hands caught hold of my waist and I had clutched the books with all my might, so the day was saved. As I looked up to thank whoever saved me from falling, I was met with that arrogant idiot Michael’s face. He seemed to have gone dumb.
“Can’t you see where you’re going? And you can leave me now,” I said, still being held in his arms in the ballroom stance. Suddenly he let go of me, and there I go, kissing the floor. So much for saving the day!
“Oops, it was a mistake; I didn’t know it was you. Your boyfriend had strictly ordered me not to go near you last night,” he said back. I was fuming, how bitchy of him! First, he saved you and now he lets you go, “He’s not my boyfriend.” I am still just dating him or hanging out with him. We are not on a girlfriend-boyfriend basis.
“Yet,” he said before turning around to that friend of his
Oh my god, class! I had to reach my class or else the teacher wouldn’t let me enter.
All of this is happening because of that guy. I started running down the hall, and the teacher luckily was just entering the room. I took a seat at the usual desk, and there I found Mirabelle was sitting alone. Weird, she never does this, each and every time we meet before the class. She looked a bit tired and sullen too. As she looked up at me, I asked with my eyes about what had happened. She just nodded her head and mouthed later.
As the bell rang indicating the end of the class, Mirabelle was s
till sitting at her desk while the others were leaving the room.
“What happened Belle? Is something wrong?” I asked softly touching her wrist, testing the waters.
“Huh?” She looked up like she didn’t know the class finished and we had to leave.
“Okay, let’s just go, come on get up,” I made a grabby hand gesture at her.
She slowly pulled herself off the seat. We walked in silence to her locker. As we got out the books for the next class, I grabbed her hand, “Shoot!”
“What are you talking about?” she asked. She was always like this, trying to hide her pain.
“I can see you’re tired and sad, and you’re not paying attention to anything that is happening in class. What is the matter?” I asked, looking her in the eye.
She sighed, oh boy, this was big. Something big has happened, “My mum, she’s, uh, in the hospital.” And there, her voice broke; I could see tears on the brink of her eyes.
I caught hold of her waist, running my hand up and down, as a gesture to calm her, “What happened to her Belle?” This was not good, and I, myself am surprised and tensed, now that I heard this.
“She had a heart attack yesterday night. Mum and dad were fighting for something and suddenly she couldn’t breathe and then went unconscious without warning. We had to take her to the hospital. She has barely made it. She wouldn’t have lived; she had a major heart attack. The doctors said it’s because of stress. My dad and I fought over how he always shouted at mum for petty reasons.” She cried all of it out. I was heartbroken too; I didn’t know how to console her. I was never good at these things. So I did what any other best friend would do at that moment, I hugged her tight.
“You know she’s going to be alright Belle. The doctors saved her. Stop stressing yourself right now. You have to take care of your mum, you can’t get ill too, stop crying now.” I cooed at her. The bell went indicating the start of the next class. I didn’t care; it won’t be a problem if we are late for a few minutes. Consoling Mirabelle was more important right now.
“Let’s go to class; I am alright now.” She said as she rubbed at her tear stained face.
The day went relatively regular after that.
Chapter-10 Sharon
“Where are we going, Ju?” I asked, sitting in his car as he sped down some dark road.
“We are going to watch my friend’s fight; this is one of his important ones,” Julian said as he kept his eyes on the road. I was anything but interested in watching a fight of his friend. I had planned on cuddling with him tonight as we watched a romantic movie. If you’re thinking about the aftermath of cuddling, then let me tell you, we haven’t gone that far with our relationship. I had just started calling him my boyfriend. I am not going to make this drive easy; being as he wasted this evening. I sensually started rubbing my palms on his jean-clad thighs.
“What are you doing babe? I am driving,” he said as he momentarily looked at my hand. I didn’t answer and instead smirked at his comment. I kissed his neck leaning over the console, and my hand rubbed his chest.
“You have to stop this, come on, I know you’re not in the mood of watching him fight, but at least do it for me. I don’t want to have an accident,” he said smiling.
“Fine,” I huffed like a child and crossed my arms over my chest.
He chuckled, “Are you seriously going to act like that babe?”
“I hate you; you’re wasting the chance to cuddle with me to go and watch a friend of yours, fight,” I said.
“Come on; it’s going to be worth it,” he said. And oh boy was it worth it!
It was Michael’s fight; Michael was in the ring! Shirtless, dripping with sweat, all manly and sexy! I didn’t like all those drunken men staring at me like I had two heads, but yeah, watching Michael fight was worth it! As we had arrived in the dingy and dark street, I felt creeped out. I had pressed myself close to Julian while he, sensing my discomfort, had wrapped his hand around my waist, moving it up and down. I am not a paranoid person, but this place was creepy. I felt like I was in a horror movie.
As we further moved, we finally came in sight with a large group of people standing in a huddle and cheering on the two fighting men. As we neared, I finally saw that it was Michael fighting with another hefty guy. I think Michael saw me as for a second his concentration was on me. His opponent took that opportunity and directly punched him in the gut. I gasped, and he came back to his senses with an extra rage. Julian was sullen all of a sudden.
“When did you befriend Michael?” I asked.
“Just a few days back,” he replied as if he was angry about something.
“Hey, are you alright?” I said, touching his hand.
“Yes, I am,” with that I went quiet. Maybe he was just feeling a bit depressed. I focused my attention back to Michael where he was standing with a straight jaw, directly looking at me in the intervals when his opponent would stumble. I felt hot all of a sudden; it seemed like he didn’t like it I was there. He was looking me up and down. He might lose if his concentration was constantly on me. At that moment, the guy regained his composure and struck Michael square on the jaw. This time, Michael stumbled back. Why the hell is he concentrating on me? He wouldn’t have got that blow if he was just looking at the guy. The muscular man started showering blows on Michael’s sides, and stomach and Michael just stood there getting hit. The crowd was going crazy with all of this. Why the hell was Julian smiling right now? I didn’t care; right now Michael needed to get a grip.
“Come on, Michael, fight back,” I shouted at him and just like pressing the trigger of a gun, Michael has been back to his senses. He dodged each and every blow, and started beating the shit of that man. I was smiling giddily, happy to no limits when Michael had finally managed to get that man unconscious. He was declared the winner by the announcer. As he came down, he was stopped by a business person like man; he was in formals, only his blazer was hanging on his hand. They were talking about serious matters and the man even slapped Michael on the shoulders in their way of congratulating him. Michael had his hair sticking to his forehead with all the sweat, he had these light blue, black marks starting to form on his sides, and his nose was bleeding like it had no end. Finally, he was done talking to that man, as he came towards us.
“Good fight man,” Julian commented.
“Yeah, I am going to the state champions, it was the manager I was talking to right now,” he said smiling. I was standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
“We should get going, being as you brought Sharon out here,” he commented.
“Yeah, I thought it would be fun for her to watch you fight,” Julian said as we were walking back to his car.
“It wouldn’t have been fun if all these drunk guys noticed her. They would have pounced on her; I don’t know how you can be so irresponsible with her,” Michael said. Okay, is he being…. protective? Darn, why do I feel like something is darting about in my stomach at this?
“Chill man, I could have protected her,” Julian said.
“Yeah, sure,” Michael muttered under his breath as he looked at me. I kept my head low.
“Will you be sitting in the back, for now, S?” Julian asked me opening the back door of the car.
“Yeah, sure,” I sat down inside and all the while I didn’t notice that Michael hadn’t put a shirt on till now. Man, his abs was glistening with all the sweat, and he looked hot. His biceps were still flexing from the adrenaline running in his system. I couldn’t help but imagine myself wrapped around his body, naked. No, bad Sharon, shut up! You have a guy you’re dating sitting in the front seat with him, how can you even think that?
“Can you keep this in the back seat?” Michael asked me, holding a white T-shirt in one hand with the duffel bag in the other. I stared at his bag like it was something alien.
“Hey?” he asked again.
“Yeah,” I took it from him awkwardly, keeping it beside me.
“I need to get some food. Will you
stop at some diner?” Michael asked Julian, as his eyes still stared at me through the looking glass in front of the car. I felt all hot… again and averted my eyes.
“Yeah, sure, why not?” Julian said.
“He’s injured, he needs first aid, and no diner falls on the way to his house.” Okay why did I open my mouth? Shit, I sound like a protective girlfriend right now. The inside of the car went eerily silent, and there was tension in the air. Why couldn’t I stay shut for a second?
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