Chess Piece [On-Hold]

One Step At A Time

Wayo's POV

It has been over two weeks since the attack and I have almost recovered fully except for the small wound on my forehead. P'Beam said it won't leave any scar, but it needs time for the skin to regenerate. P'Beam also said in a couple of months' times, the wound will be gone.

Actually, I don't really care whether it will leave a scar or not. What really matters is I'm still alive and kicking. And even it does leave a scar, it will be a small, tiny, little scar on my forehead. People won't notice it if they didn't look closely.

About that attack... I have my doubts too, regardless of what P'Beam had told us. That attack reminds me of the warning P'Gukgai gave me less than two months ago. She warned me to be careful.

I have been asking myself, am I the real target? Is there someone out there trying to do things to the ones around me just to get back at me? Was P'Kit been attacked because of me?

The moment I was home and alone in my room, I called P'Gemma and told her about my suspicions and my fear for my friends and my family. She assured me that everything will be fine. She told me, not to worry about anything. She said she will handle everything and all I need to do is be myself.

Reluctantly, I agree to leave everything to her. I trust her, and it's obvious that there's nothing I can do, even if I want to investigate on my own.

Firstly, I don't have the resources or abilities that are needed for the investigation. Secondly, I don't know where to start or what to look for. Thirdly, a voice inside me keeps telling me that I should leave the investigation to her so even if I'm curious about how she is going to investigate, I leave everything including my safety to her. Hoping she can catch the culprit before he or she has done any serious harm.

Plus, I don't think I have time for investigation too. I have missed classes for days; the assignments have been piling up and about to reach the ceiling.

*Sigh*

Twenty-four hours a day doesn't seem to be enough for me, especially when I'm a bit distracted recently by... someone...

"Yo."

There he is. Standing against the wall in my faculty's main lobby with one hand holding the phone and the other in the pocket, looking like a model in a photo shoot for a handphone commercial advertisement. Always handsome and sexy.

Did I just say 'sexy'? Oh, shit! I'm in trouble, deep trouble. All because of one stupid incident.

Well, it started about a week ago, when I slipped and almost fell down, wearing just a towel around my waist, P'Pha caught me before I reach the floor. Unfortunately, my towel dropped in the process.

I could feel his gaze on me. It was touching me, stroking me like an invisible hand. His gaze was so intense that made me feel hot and... wanting.

I want him. I know I want him, and I know he wants me too. But P'Pha, being a gentleman, didn't touch me. Looking away, he picked up my towel and passed it to me, and then he walked away without looking at me again.

I was disappointed that I almost screamed at him. I don't want him to be gentleman. I want him to touch me. I want his hands on me, his lips against mine and his erection in me. I want him.

I was angry at myself for having these raunchy thoughts, for being greedy. I should be satisfied that he had stop avoiding me, that he had start showing me affections. It shows that he's willing to face his own feelings and me.

I should be satisfied, but... I want more. I want to hear the three words from him.

"Hi, P'Pha." I smile, walking closer to him.