Find me

Chapter 3

Laura and I are in the lunch hall, discussing the upcoming game which will be in three days. Still, I am not able to make any improvement which disappoints me "You'll be going to lose the game because of me," I say annoyingly.

She lingers forward, holding my hand "Of course not. You are improving" Laura replied, which was a lie of course.

"No! I can't" I snapped "You need to choose the best player for your team. And I am not".

"Who said that?" She sighs, crossing her arms in front of her chest "You are a quick learner, darling" again a lie.
I bent my neck, avoiding eye contact with her because I don't know what to say next. I know, she won't listen to me. All I can do is to play this stupid game and end this for good.
"Hello, are you still there?" waving her hand in front of me like I can't see her.
"Of course" I replied, grabbing my bag "I'm leaving. I've stuff to do. See you later" and I went outside. I need air to think that what will I do now.
On the way to my dorm room, one thought stuck in my mind. What if I increase my practice time. After all, practice makes everyone perfect. I smiled to myself, feeling proud. So without any second thought, I went straight to the field. And thankfully, I'm here alone. So I can play peacefully.
I dropped my bag on the ground and pick up the ball from the court and start bouncing back and forth on the wall. Maybe this will improve my defending power from those supernatural players.
Someone's voice break my thought, and I turned. Are you kidding me? No, he can't be here not when I'm trying to do something. Dorian standing next to me He must be laughing inside because of my less skill in this stupid game.
"You are doing in a wrong way," he says, moving towards me. He's wearing a black plain T-shirt paired with faded jeans. Why does he always look handsome? Nearly every girl here is gone crazy for him. I'm intrigued by this handsome person for about two seconds, until I realised that this is not right. What are doing Alice? Pull yourself. You can't flirt with him with your eyes. You can't think of him like this. "I'm trying. It's just I never played this before" I replied, avoiding his gaze. Suddenly, I'm feeling like my face is burning. He must notice that I'm blushing. A beautiful boy is a bottomless pit your self-worth can disappear into and never be seen again.

He walks closer. His fragrance fills the surrounding, woody like cedar or oak mass as I was expected.

"If you don't mind, then I can help you," he said quietly meeting my gaze.
What? Am I dreaming? Please somebody pinch me and wake me up or I'm gonna die from a heart attack. "Yeah... Yeah sure"

He moved behind me "You need to focus first and hold your hand tight so that you can punch the ball hard," he tells me. If he'll be the coach then I'm forever his player.

"Alice? right ?" he asked

I blinked "Sorry. What?"

"Your name?" He asked again

"Yeah...Right..it's Alice Stewart" I tell him and swirled away from him. Why do I always being nervous around him? The faintest of smiles curves his full lips. I'm amusing him. But the smile disappears as fast as it came. Does he notice that too that he makes me think of him? "Ummm... I am sorry, I was just... " he interrupts me in the middle "Hold your both hand tight and when the ball comes, punch it with your both hand towards your nearby player," he said.

When his eyes met mine, I paused for a moment. But he blinked and moved his gaze away from me towards the court. I straightened myself to avoid awkwardness.

All I can manage to say is "Okay".

"Hold both hands into a fist," he said. He is continuously avoiding eye contact with me. He just trying not to look in my eyes, his gaze is on the ground instead of me.

Then he throws the ball in my direction but I missed it.

"No problem! Try it again" He says and slipped behind me, erecting both hands straight making sure that this time, I hit the ball. I glanced up from the corner of my eyes at him. I can feel his warm hand on my skin. My heartbeat is racing and I'm scared that he might listen to it.