Erotica: The Bad Boy Converted Me

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 

I felt uneasy as I sat down in the canteen, slowly, carefully and painfully chewing on a French fry.

I couldn’t even taste anything, not that the meal was tasteless but my mouth was numb and seemed to immune to the saltiness of the potato strips.

I was alone on the table, which quite frankly I didn’t mind one bit or better yet I preferred it.

I’ve been avoiding Gabriel all day, apart from drama; I just refused to look him in the eyes when we were rehearsing: apparently I found Mrs. Johnson's face more interesting...

The fact that I had a wet dream about him made me terribly anxious, I feel like if I look at him then he would know something was going on. Those ocean orbs infiltrating through my skin, trapping me inside a temporary coma, until I found the courage to speak.

Oh my, I really won’t be able to deal with him today.

I sighed, giving up on attempting to eat and moved the tray of food to the side. I buried my face in my hands and closed my eyes.

The dream meant nothing; the dream meant nothing, the dream-

“Hey CeeCee, how’s my favourite girl?” That voice made me freeze instantly.

I didn’t even grimace at the nickname, hell I didn’t do anything!

The temptation to get up and run at the speed of Usain Bolt was thrown out the window, when he locked his firm arm around my shoulder and sat down beside me.  

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you but I haven’t seen you all day apart from drama.”

I didn’t realize I was holding a breath until I released it in attempt to speak. “I’m busy. Besides Melissa is going to be here soon so I suggest you go.” My voice sounded a little colder than necessary but if that’s what it takes to get rid of him then so be it.

“I’m not going anywhere. We need to talk; it’s about what happened...last night.” His voice was soft and sincere; I almost looked up at him. Almost.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I told him truthfully.

My parents embarrassed me last night; they broke me in front of a guest. I couldn’t possibly openly talk about it the next day.

“I’m really sorry I left yesterday, there was a family emergency. I didn’t want to leave with you looking so upset- come on Cecília just look at me.” His index finger came into contact with my chin and he tilted my head up so I could look him in his eyes.

Flashbacks of the dream clouded my head and I tried desperately to look away but my eyes were locked with his.

“I’m fine.” I said weakly.

He scoffed, “Yeah and I haven’t had sex this week. Listen Cecília, whatever you mum said to you last night, don’t let it get to you.  You’re a strong, beautiful woman. I mean you’re nineteen for Christ’s sake, you’re allowed to make your own decisions and whatever your parents have to say about it, I would take it with a pinch of salt. You shouldn’t be ashamed of who you are Cecília.”

My heart melted. Gabriel’s words actually sunk in deep and they were comforting. His words were so tender and truthful it hurt.

His eyes searched mine when he noticed I haven’t responded yet.

I took a deep breath, “Thank you Gabriel.” I replied honestly.

He sighed in relief and smirked, “Then again... if your parents want you to convert that badly, I would be more than honoured to help you with that.” He winked.