Valkyrie - The Vampire Princess

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 12

Every Wednesday after class, there was a basketball game in the school gym. I sat down next to Mirta to watch the match.

The game had not started yet. Christian needed one more player to complete his opposing team. He was annoyed because they couldn't start the game with a missing player.

For the first time Eros appeared unexpectedly to watch the basketball game. He arrived after everyone had taken a seat, then he walked in slow motion and isolated himself from the other supporters.

Since he arrived there, my glance was focused on him. It was amazing the power of enchantment he always exercised over me. Mirta nudged my ribs.

"Look who is coming," she said, leaning her head towards him.

"Err... I've noticed," I admitted, staring at him too.

Eros looked distracted and at that moment he had not seen me yet. But I noticed how beautiful he looked this day as always in his dark clothes.

"Why don't you go there and talk to him?" she asked, glancing at me and smiling joyfully.

"What would I talk to him about?" In discouragement I asked with a serious tone in my voice. I was avoiding showing I was really interested in him.

Mirta agitated her shoulders and her eyes shone at me. "Think of something interesting."

"I'm not so creative," presently I jeered and glanced to one side. My cheeks were going red as I thought of Eros.

Mirta tried to smile. "Ask him if he likes basketball." She shrugged her shoulders and glanced to one side.

"Great idea!" I rolled my eyes. My voice sounded wry, so I folded my arms and stared at her.

After that Christian saw Eros by himself.

"Hey! You there!" Christian asked standing in his place and his gaze was over Eros. "Do you want to complete our team?"

Everyone around heard his invitation. Eros realized that everybody was staring at him, as if he was a celebrity. Soon it brought a blush to his cheeks.

I straightened my neck, alert, trying to listen to his expected answer.

"Are you talking to me?" Eros asked, in a serious tone. His eyes became narrow as his right hand touched his chest.

"Yes, I am," Christian answered, holding the basketball. He looked like the king of the court. In fact he always looked like the king at everything.

"Am I designated to play in your team?" Eros asked and his eyes were cold. The idea was offensive to him.

Christian responded. "No, my team is already complete."

"I agree," Eros said rapidly, dropping his backpack on his seat and then he walked onto the sports court.

The game started. Christian was outstanding on the shots, scoring lots of points. The other players supposed Eros was like a fish out of water. It seemed like he had never seen a basketball before. All of his moves were affecting his team. He was doing everything wrong. He held the ball so clumsily. That was pathetic.

I remained quiet and disturbed watching that game, as well as how his teammates were mad at him.

"He is very bad on court!"Mirta commented and I remained quiet. I was pissed off.

In a matter of time, after his perception about the game, Eros found out the perfect strategy to play. He grabbed the basketball several times. It was amazing how quick he could move his body on the court.

We could only see his shadow running on. No one could stop him from going on, not even the best player... 'Christian.'

The supporters changed their idol. They began shouting aloud the name 'Eros', as opposed to Christian.

Christian was furious with all of them. No one had ever detracted from him on the basketball court.

Mirta sat back next to me. She was upset due to Christian's defeat. Unlike me, I was bursting with joy, watching Eros crushing Christian on the court.

The game finished with the effusive victory of Eros' team.

"That's beginner's luck!" Christian told Eros, when he left the court, leaving the ball going down. Eros noticed he was glowing with indignation.

"I have never seen anyone play like that!" one of Christian's teammates vehemently said.

"Shut up!" Christian shouted at him. His eyes sparking with fury.

I tried to talk to Eros while all the players were leaving the court. He had turned back to get his stuff. He was bent when I approached him.

"How did you do that?" I asked at his back and opened up my eyes in surprise.

He turned to face me as he was arranging his books. His Black shirt was glued to his body. His body was well drafted in his clothes.

"I don't even know," he said and his voice was aloof. So he turned back to me.

"You moved so fast on the court! You dominated the game!" I exclaimed, staring at the court.

"Christian didn't like it," he commented and glanced away.

"He's not used to being defeated," I affirmed and tried to keep my gaze away from his eyes.

"He's a jerk." He finally smiled and soon became serious. So I made good use of watching his attractive face for some instants.

Mirta came to me in silence. She was upset and turned up her nose at something before us. I glanced at Eros and looked back at her.

"I'm leaving...will you stay here?" she asked and acted as if Eros didn't exist in her life.

"I am going home, too..." I told her. But my gaze went back over Eros.

Eros frowned and stared at Mirta, at the way she acted towards him. Being very anxious, she left us behind.

"See you tomorrow," I said him as I was walking on.

"Okay," he agreed and stood still, gazing at our backs.

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