Seduced

❦ Chapter Two ❦

       “Nick?” I spoke.

       He turned his gaze to me. His eyes spread much wider than mine. I guess he didn’t expect and interruption while having a dish. I can’t believe he’d do something like this to Em! They stood up properly. Nick’s sex-mate and I stared at each other for seconds, till I raised an eyebrow at her. She hid her face with her hands then ran down the stairs. I rolled my eyes. There’s no point in covering that goddamned face anyway bitch. I have already memorized her ugly face when she was wailing so happily earlier in this asshole’s arms.

       “George,” He tried to touch me but I slapped his hand and managed to move away.

       “Don’t touch me with your filthy hands, Nick.” I looked daggers at him. He had his pitiful puppy face on. I know Em would feel bad for him this instant while looking at this face, but I won’t! “How long have you been doing this, huh? How long have you been cheating on Em!”

       “Please, George, don’t tell Em.” He pleaded, once again trying to move closer to me. I pace backwards whenever he moves.

       “I asked you, how long?” I roared.

       “It’s been a month now,” He admitted. “With different girls.”

       I can’t help bursting in to tears. Remembering how Em used to tell me how lucky she is to be with Nick, how she beams whenever she hear Nick’s name. Gracious, why? Why to her?

       “You sick, sick bastard.” I cried. I wanna tell Em so badly but thinking about her getting miserable is something I would hate. It’s not that I’m teaming up with this asshole, I just don’t want my bestfriend to get hurt. I wiped my tears and gathered myself together. “For fuck’s sake Nick, I won’t tell Em. But if I ever caught you or heard you did something like this again, then better watch out.”

       I turned back and continued to do my real purpose. Go up the rooftop and wait. Em and Dan might be here any minute soon. I ran up the stairs and opened the rooftop’s door. The warm fresh air welcomed me. I walked to side and sat on the floor. I sighed heavily. This is so frustrating. Why is it that you have to be caught by me, Nicholas?

       Momentarily, everyone came altogether. Everyone. I stood up as they entered. Dan handed me my sandwich and juice.

       “Thanks Dan.” I smiled even if Nick’s around. I should pretend like nothing happened. Like nothing was ever revealed.

       “Hey Babe.” Andy went to me, slid his hand by my waist, pulled me to him and pecked my lips. Soft and mushy lips touched mine.

       “Mm.” Oh God. Everytime! Every single time!

       Just as I said earlier while watching the two idiots have sex, I don’t get turned on. Whenever I watch films or TV series that has those scenes, I don’t feel embarrassed or even irritated. But whenever I do something with Andy, I always feel high. Shy and reserve. You see that’s the magic when it comes to being in love. You see and feel things extraordinarily. Dan suddenly pulled Andy away. Jesus, just when I was enjoying myself!

       Dan placed his arm by Andy’s shoulder, looking sulky, then said, “It’s OUR lunchtime, not just yours, bro.”

       Em laughed together with Nick. She’s so happy in that moron’s arms. And it’s not just Em who’s my friend, Nick as well. I should be fair to both parties. I peeped at Nick and, surprisingly, he’s already staring at me. He shook his head when he assured Dan and Em were looking at Andy. On second thought, should I really be fair? Even if that friend is secretly hurting my other friend, and me knowing all of this?

       When dismissal time came, Em and I decided to go home together. It’s because our three boys have some things they need to do. Club meetings, that is. Nick has three club meetings to attend to, while Andy and Dan have the same club. Those two always end up having a lot of similarity. They might even have the same brand of underwear, for all I know. But there’s also this one thing they both treasure since they were kids. Me. And also, since I was a kid, I’ve been feeling sorry for Dan. I have this sort-of ‘guilty’ feeling like I was the one who turned him into a womanizer. But surely, Nick’s womanizing wasn’t anywhere near my fault or Em’s. Before going straight home, we walked to the nearby Starbucks to buy our favorite drinks: Java Chip and Peppermint Mocha Frappuccino. I sat on one of the chairs outside the shop, started checking my phone for messages, waited for Em who ordered for the both of us.

       “Excuse me,” I lifted my head up and my heart promptly skipped a beat. What an extremely beautiful guy, I thought. He was wearing a suit and looked really formal, somewhat older than my age, but still sizzling hot. This may be the first time, in my sixteen years of existence, that someone other than Andy made my heart race like this. Like I have already drunk my coffee. I shamelessly kept on staring at his face, not minding anything else. “May I speak with you for a moment?”

       I gulped then nodded silently. Goodness gracious, I can’t even speak properly. This is way too much for me to handle.

       “Wh-what do you want, mister?” I stuttered.

       He slid his hand in his pocket then handed me a business card. I read it silently. His name was Samuel Morrison, a modeling agent. I looked up at him again. He looks more of a model than a businessman. There’s this feeling of wickedness and sweetness and rareness all rolled up to create such an amazing, wonderful face. I’m now running out of words to describe him. Now, I realized one more time, that that saying was true. 'A picture is worth a thousand words'. But to him, the best saying would be, 'One look at this guy is worth a billion words.' His height maybe around 6 feet 2 inches, his mousy brown hair, his almond-shaped hazel brown-colored eyes. I’m drinking in his every feature. Christ! Snap out of it, Georgina! You love Andy. You love him! He’s already perfect! You don’t need anyone else! Other than that, what is he going to ask me?

       He opened his lips slightly. His lips. Well defined and inviting. Plumpy yet sexy. Those voluptuous juicy lips. Really! I should stop feeling this way!

       “Wanna be a model?” 

-end.