CUPID

8.

CHAPTER 8

After Brian left the court he immediately went to the nearest restroom and splashed water on his face. He did it a few more times before facing the mirror behind the sink and checking himself there.

His stares are dark. Those eyes scream madness.

Why? Why did I feel this rage?

He knows this feeling. He is very familiar with this since he had felt this before hundreds of times with his past girlfriends.

Jealousy.

But why? Why am I feeling this again now? Why am I feeling jealous again? Fuck. The worst part, Natan is the reason.

Damn it. Why did I get jealous over Natan? And why the fuck did I get jealous when that dude touched his shoulder?

It is not like he wants Natan. And another one is, Natan is a guy for freaking sake.

Everything was supposed to be just teasing. He just loves seeing that architect’s nose flare in irritation.

But kissing Natan? That was not part of the plan. Then feeling anger because his friend put an arm around him? Even more not in the plan.

Fuck.

Brian feels like he is going to get sick at that moment. He does not know why he is feeling like this. He is very confused.

He slightly bumped his head on the side of the sink, against the cement.

“Damn. Think, Brian. Think.”

He spent a few more minutes thinking when suddenly something came to his mind.

Did he put a love spell on me?

Fuck. That is impossible. It does not look like sorcery runs in his bloodline.

You are going crazy, Brian.

Admit that you like him, the other side of his head told him. But he immediately shoved it away.

Admit that when you first saw him you already developed a crush, it shouted again. But like earlier, he shoved it away.

Admit that the first time you touched his arm you felt the spark, the other thought shouted again.

Fuck you. You do not know anything, he answered back. Then he laughed when he realized he was talking back to his own thoughts. He really is going crazy.

Brian was in that state when his blockmate Leonel entered the restroom.

“Hey. What happened?” Leonel asked, washing his face beside him. When he finished, he looked at Brian and studied him. “Are you sick?”

Brian turned to him, startled. “Huh?”

“You look wasted,” Leonel said, nodding toward the mirror. “Look.”

When Brian looked at himself in the mirror, what greeted him were his own eyes that looked hollow, as if they could not function well. His emotions were blank. And then his hair was sticking out everywhere, like someone had pulled on it.

Why do I look like this?

“Tsk. You are getting weirder these past few days, bro,” Leonel said and patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Natan and Bradley are like brothers.”

When Brian turned to him, he was grinning.

What is wrong with him?

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked with furrowed brows and a serious face.

Leonel only grinned and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you might need to know,” then he winked at him and patted his shoulder before leaving him there.

Like a robot, Brian stepped out of the restroom. His eyes were blank as he thought about what Leonel said.

Why did he tell me that? Does he know I am getting confused and Natan is the reason?

Fuck. My head is going to explode from overthinking.

Brian was about to turn back to the court, but when he remembered Natan was there, he decided to avoid it and went straight to the locker room. He changed into a black tee shirt and pants, packed up his things, and headed out of the campus. He was going home.

He decided to go home early and just explain to their coach later.

When he arrived at their big house riding his motorbike, he parked in their indoor parking and went inside.

He saw Bella in the living room watching TV and eating ice cream.

“Hello brother, how’s study?” she asked seriously, not even glancing at him, still focused on what she was watching.

“Stop acting like you’re Mom, little shit,” he said, moving beside her and kissing her on the temple. “Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon,” she replied, still not taking her eyes off the TV.

Brian was about to go upstairs to his room when he remembered something he wanted to tell her. “By the way, remember what I told you?”

She looked at him. “That I should not get close to Natan Dela Cruz? Yeah.”

“Good,” he said, walking up their long staircase. “And don’t fall in love with him, you’ll really get it from me.”

“Duh, over my dead body!” he still heard her shout, but he kept going to his room and closed it.

He lay down on his bed and started thinking. He put his left arm behind his head and used it as a pillow.

A few moments later, he found his hand on his manhood.

He stroked it.

Ugh, it feels good. Tastes like heaven.

Then he remembered Natan’s lips. They taste like heaven too.

Oh shit. It’s not a good look to be thinking about Natan while touching himself.

I’m doomed.

Natan, what have you done to me?