Violent Love

Chapter2: Admirer

THE FIRMAMENT is covered in a thick and dark clouds, only a signal for the coming rain. The surrounding seems so lazy, that the wind attempts to be cold that you might want to just stay in your home and drink some hot chocolate. But in my case, I'm not able to do that.

It's six-thirty am in the morning and I am outside of my apartment, putting my key into the keyhole of my car when suddenly a voice of a man invades my hearings, greeting me.

"Good morning, Olivia."

A calm and deep husky voice which is owned by Jared. Turning my head to my right side, I spot him standing, leaning against his car with that smile again.

"O--Oh hey, Good morning." I smile then, flicking the fridge of my bangs over my ear, "so. . ."

"I came here so that we can go together at the School," he says when he walks toward me.

I look upon him, grinning a little. "But I have my own car, you don't need to pick me."

"Really?" he retorts, staring down at the tire of my conveyance," I don't think that you can use it. Look," Jared points it to me and I notice that it is deflated.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I tilt my head toward him. "Yesterday it was fine, and -"

"You do not know what is possible happenings when night has started," Jared answers, "what if there was a drunk guy, or some savage teenagers-- who do things for nothing. . . but fun and they made fun of your car."

After the night of celebrating his birthday, I could say that the few things I have only known about him has finally increased. Yes, Jared and I are friends for six months but that doesn't mean, we always go together, eat together, hanging out together, nor walking to our way home together. So I'm not that used when he's around-- what I mean is, when he's like this.

It is just that, when we pass each other on the corridor, we used to smile to each other, greeting a"good morning and have a nice day" I can say that, just like the others, this man isn't talking to me oftentimes -before, unlike now.

I still remember when we were celebrating our Christmas Party, I had seen him on the other side, reading some book; he didn't socialize at the party for real. But he was just there for nothing but to isolate himself.

Lifting an eyebrow, I went toward him and pulled him on his sleeves to dance on the floor. I still remember, when I looked like a pert woman who wanted some attention from him; it's not that, I have some admiration, but because he was abandoning himself when he knew that he was surrounded by lot of people- and for sure, some were admiring him for his good looking.

At that time, I was dancing while he was just looking at me with those dead eyes, which brought me into awkwardness. And for my own dignity, I tugged him again to have our meal. That was the first time that I did interact with him, and last night was the second.

"Well, you're right," I answer, "maybe I can go with you on your car."

"Good choice," Jared makes a half smile then.

Afterwards, we reach school and in exact moment, when we get off, rain has started pouring down.

"What the-" I cover myself through my bag and to my surprise, Jared takes a jacket from his car and wears it to me to seal myself.

"Faster," he says in a slight raised voice; he is holding me on my forearm while his other hand is placed on my shoulder.

As we finally step on the lobby, Jared drowns wet from the rain instead of me.
"Oh we need to wipe that away. You're soaked." I grab my handkerchief from my bag and start wiping his head down to his face, then to his forearms. While drying him through it, all of a sudden he takes captive my wrist in a soft way and slowly putting it down; our eyes have met and I notice some glints in his.

"Thanks for that, but I'm fine."

"But you have classes to attend, and look at yourself, you are almost bathed on the rain."

"Olivia. . . It's okay."

I throw him a warm smile, barely tapping his cheek. "Let's go to the faculty, I have something for you."

Jared's eyes grow so wide after hearing that. "Something. . . for m-me?"

Grinning at him, I just tug his wrist into the faculty room. Last night, when Jared sent me to my apartment, I phoned my coteacher and closes friend- Lisa - to buy a shirt for him as a gift.

Opening the faculty door, my eyes catch Rico-- an English teacher-- putting a bouquet of flowers with letter which is pinned down onto my table through it.

"Mr. R-Rico?" I approach. Then I tilt my head to see Jared, with a trace of annoyance in his face.

It's so obvious that he gets surprised. And obviously, some of Math teachers aren't here yet that's why he tackles the chance to place them. English teachers have their own faculty, as well as the other subject teachers. Wattson High is real huge and has lot of facilities;

So he is my secret admirer?

"Ms. Sanderstorm, Mr. Leto," he approaches back with little reddish coated his cheeks, and a smile with coy. Rico then grabs the flowers and hands it to me, "for you."

I gulp my own saliva and make a faint smile."Thanks."

Rico is known to be little romantic and cold hearted at the same time, unless he likes you to be his friend or what. So it is really a surprise to see him putting those stuffs onto my table.

"What are these for?" I ask, realizing that Jared already walks past over us to his place.

"I know this is quite fast, but if you wouldn't mind, can we go on a dinner?" Rico says, taking my hand and leaves flicks on the back of it.

"Woah."

I feel the pressure in me.

"I'm a little busy because I have to compute my students grades and to make some new lessons for them. Maybe next time?" I said, trying to say it in a polite way when I hold his wrist.

Rico nods, moistening his bottom lip through his tongue. Then he simply leans forward to my face and plants a kiss on my left cheek. After that he steps past me, leaving our faculty room.

"That was unbelievable," I say shutting the door close. Jared is just sitting there reading some book, not even looking at me. Stepping to my table, I put all of my things and take my seat.

"So, Rico is your admirer?" he suddenly asks in deep voice while turning its pages.

Gazing upon him, I barely scratch my temple. "Just forget about it. . . it's just nothing."

"Seriously? Hmm. . ."

Silence covers our surroundings for a moment until the door swings open and ejects our co-teachers. The whole area becomes noisy as their voices fill its every corners.

"Olivia," Liza calls, "I brought this for your friend, as what you have asked." She then looks upon Jared who seems to not care for their presence with a forming teasing grin across her lips.

I return a smile as I take it. "Thank you. I'll pay you later."

Standing up, I walk closer to his table, showing the blue paper bag to him. "This is for you."

"For what?" Jared then lifts his head to see it.

"A gift?"

"Oh. . . thank you," he gets it and places it over his table. I can see some gladness in his eyes, the way it twinkles. Jared softens his expressions onto me then he gazes upon the paper bag with a curve on his thin lips; he is just staring at it, as if he's a mannequin that he stops moving, throwing all his attention on that thing. His piercing eyes are visible that I find it a little sinister- seriously.

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