Too Late, Love. Or is it? (one-shot)

part 1

He should probably be deaf already. Though getting used to loud noises must’ve helped prevent that tragic event. Add to that the severe pampering that he got from almost every one of the female population he knew (and not knew) wherever he went. But he can hardly blame himself for that. Jonathan was a chick-magnet. Standing on full 6’1 with broad shoulders, firm set of square jaw, dark head, and deep black eyes, he can hardly hide from any pair of eyes.

 Again, back to being deaf. Well, it’s an undeniable divine intervention that his tympanic membrane could endure the loud noise. He was currently in the middle of playing the second half of this mock soccer game. He was hoping to have some peace and quiet this morning while doing some physical activity but it seems that one can never be so lucky. How these shrieking mass of female figures knew that he was here was beyond him.

Nevermind. He thought. Anyway, the game was about to be finished.

After 20 minutes of making the ball fly throughout the field, the game ended in a close 3-2, in favor of his team of course.

“You don’t have to look so irritated, you know,” Samuel said though everyone calls him Sam. He was slighter in stature than Jon (Jonathan) but he was visibly firm and has an aura of ‘geekiness’ in him, maybe that’s why Jon frequently tease him about it.

“Just because your life had been permanently serene and free of loud decibels doesn’t mean I have to adapt your forever-smile-slash-frown face,” Jon said dryly as his eyes bored at Sam.

“Come on man, the least you could do for your die-hard fans was acknowledge them,” Alex cajoled as he joined the group. Running his hand through long sweat-slick hair, he tossed an ice-cold bottled water to the two as he gracefully, in a height of 5’11, walked toward them.

“Fine,” Jon grumbled as he pasted a smile on his face, turned toward the giggling ladies, and waved. This just turned the volume up several notches, so he turned back to Alex and glared, “See? It doesn’t help.”

Steve chuckled as he slapped his twin brother Jon on his back. As he sat among them, more giggles were heard. Steve and Jon were fraternal twins, but both have a touch of that chiseled face and sculpted physique.

“Since you’re in this mood this glorious morn, why don’t we leave so you can seek your most wanted peace?” Steve offered.

“At last, a sensible statement,” Jon grinned as the four of them left.

***

“I’m begging you Clare, can we just take a little break. Just a little..” Iza smiled hopefully at her lifetime-oh-so-loyal bestfriend.

“Okay—”

Iza took a sharp breath.

“—after we finished this—”

Iza’s shoulder slumped in defeat.

“—besides, we need to study for the finals next week—”

Iza opened her mouth but Clare was quick to cut her off.

“—so it’s better to finish all these projects anyway,” Clare arched her fine brow and smiled demurely at her friend who just nodded and mumbled to herself.

Clare wasn’t as serious as she seemed today. But this past week, she was feeling quite a bit off and she couldn’t explain it. There was an unsettling feeling in her gut that something unpleasant was about to happen.

Often, her instincts were right. Like when Iza dated this black-leather-jacket-in-shades guy (which was so-in-the-movies style, by the way) whom she didn’t approve and ended up in cheating on her. Or when she suggested to an eternally-tormented geek not to open the box lying in his locker wrapped in paper with heart doodles and a birthday card on it.