Love Rectangled

Ten

"Stop touching it. It hurts." I swat his hand when he kept checking my ankle.

"Can you get up?" He asked again and I shook my head.

"No."

"Fine." He sighed.

I watched him as he clasped my hands and wrapped them around his neck. I willingly followed, curious to see what he was doing. He put one arm on my back and the other under my knees. The next I know, he stood up with me in his arms.

"Eeek!" I shrieked in surprise and tightened my grip on his neck. My eyes automatically widened and heat crawled up my neck because of the proximity.

Since when did he become so strong?!

I kept my gaze down and didn't dare to look up. His face was so close that if I moved mine even a little, I could kiss his jaw. His hands under my bare knees tingled and suddenly my body began to warm up.

It was a bad idea to wear a skirt today...

Or it wasn't?

I was deep in thought when he took me to the counter and sat me on the top. I unwrapped my arms from his neck and ducked my head so he won't see me blushing. My heart throbbed so loud I was afraid he might hear it.

WTF.

Why am I blushing so much?!

He went to the refrigerator at the corner of our class and got an ice pack for me. I winced when he put it on my ankle, not because of the pain, but because it was too cold.

"Sorry." He muttered, moving the ice pack.

"It's alright. I'll do it." I mumbled and took it from him.

He watched me for a while, then went back to cleaning. I observed him while keeping the pack on my ankle.

Why do I feel bad now when I planned to act wounded and make him do all the work?

After mopping the floor, he went to the sink to wash the dishes with his back facing me. I took my phone out and scrolled through my social media to divert my attention from feeling guilty.

"I am sorry." I blinked at my phone and then glanced at Noah who was still washing the dishes. I looked around to see if there was someone else but the entire class was empty except for the two of us.

"Did you say something?" I asked to make sure my ears weren't ringing.

"I said I'm sorry," Noah repeated. "F-for last week. I-it was m-my fault that we got i-in this trouble." He stuttered.

Shit! Now I seriously feel bad.

"It's alright, Noah. It wasn't only your fault, takes two to tango." I murmured.

"I'm a-also sorry f-for not helping you. I just didn't k-knew what to do a-and you looked expert d-doing it."

"Why did you even take this class?" I tilted my head.

"It's an easy A." He shrugged and my brows shot up in surprise.

"Seriously?"

"Well, that and my mom wanted me to take it so that if I had to live alone someday. I'll know how to cook and do stuff." He explained.

"You're not doing a good job with it." I pointed out.

"I know." He mumbled.

The silence after that began to bother me so I started small talks. "How are your parents?"

His parents are the most sweetest person in this world. His mother's a housewife and his father works in some company. They were always nice to us and were fun to be with. They treated me like their own daughter and spoiled me a lot. Noah was the only kid, and so was I. Jax only had a sibling, an older brother.