He mended my Broken Heart

Chapter 24

Micky's POV

“Micky! I can’t believe it! You are just really awesome!” Romeo blurted out again as we reminisced the scene I put up with Liza.

“Well. I felt like it was real. I know Micky wouldn’t want other’s lips on my cheeks.” Micheal cackled under his voice.

“You wish, Micheal!” I rolled an eye at him immediately. He stood beside me and poked my shoulders.

How long was I standing? Well, I was just looking at my friends few moments ago/ I could not imagine how we were able to pull the party off and didn’t felt like castoffs. I heard Jayson groaned as Louise was shoving him away, not wanting to prolong any starting conversation.

“Hitter! You gotta help me right here!” he glanced with his pointing eyes at me. Yeah, he was giving me a new nickname.

“Come ‘on Jayson. Give her some break, you just met and you seem like you really want to get in her pants now, or dress I should say.” Micheal teased Jayson again earning a warning look from Louise.

“Don’t you dare talk like that Micheal. I can kill you with a snap!” Louise glared and we all giggled as she was already turning red. “I am so gonna kill you later Micheal!” My friends kind of have that preserved personality; they don’t just open up anything personal for you if you don’t give them a reason to, or earn their trust. It was my first time to even see Florence let someone hold her hand and look at someone keenly. The celebration was really opening my eyes to another side of my friends.

Jerah on the other hand was busy chatting with the guys Romeo introduced to us, his basketball teammates.  I was eager to know why some of the boys seemed to loathe Micheal. Well, they have been avoiding gazes and sending each one plastic smirks. How do boys call this, Cold War?

“Penny for your thoughts?” Micheal said as he slid his arms in my waist making me raise my brow.

"Why do I feel like you're being over protective here?" I asked him pointing the hands he had secured in my side.

"I am. Look Micky. I have been looking, well, glaring actually at these men who obviously want to get a moment with you." He said looking the people around us, but his eyes were obviously looking at his teammates.

"You mean, your friends?" But he looked confused as he faced me.

"Who?"

"Ex-basketball team mates" I told him as he stared at me. "What was really the reason why you transferred?" I suddenly blurted but I was not worried I asked that. I was also eager to know what really pushed him to doing so.

"Basketball" He just said but I rolled an eye at him. I know there was something else. If I were him and I do well in the basketball team, why would I mind transfer? You know what I mean?

"Come on. Stop lying!" I told him rising a bit of my voice.

"The team I had, the father I had who apparently owned the school, teachers that were expecting a lot from since I'm the son. But it was fine for me, I knew I could handle all the pressure until I found you." His eyes were glistering with emotions as his hands clutched my waist making me jolt and giggle.

"What's with the team?" I asked as I tucked my hair behind my ears.

"Fine. Fine. I transferred because I met you. My dad told me he'd allow me to do anything I like within two months before I leave for Paris. So I decided to transfer and get to know you." He said while getting a cocktail from the waiter who made his way through us.