Flaunting LDR

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Eros Posas

"Michelle!"

That was the starting point where everything seemed to have gone on slow motion.

I turned to look where the voice came from and saw a familiar looking boy, trying to get out of the crowd, trying to get to someone, and there stood another figure.

Michelle in a black laced dressed, looking very stunning, gorgeous as she always does, in an attire she doesn't usually dress herself up in. The thing off with her is her smile. It wasn't there. Instead of a smile, tears were there.

I looked back at where I was and saw Olivia on top of me, with lust in her mouth and greed in her eyes. Elliot was nearby, cheering and howling at the mess done. I looked back at Michelle and saw that Sean has already pulled her away from the sight she was looking at.

I struggled to get off Olivia's grip and when I did, my legs were trembling, I couldn't stand right away. Elliot pulled me and grabbed me by the shoulders, "Hey Marc, where do you think you're going? The fun's just about to begin." When my senses got back, I pushed him away and ran to find Michelle, and when I did, Sean was leading her through the crowd, making their way out of the area. Michelle was holding on to his arm, I saw her shoulder tremble caused by her crying.

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Michelle's Eleventh Week of Second Semester
(February 2, 6:30 PM - Philippines | February 1, 5:30 AM - Chicago)

Me: Goddess Athena, hear this prayer to thee

Michelle: I'm sleeping.

Me: Seriously? At 7 pm? You still hoping you can gain some height? You turned eighteen already.

Michelle: And you had to rub it on my face. Thank you very much.

Me: I love you too.

Michelle: You're up very early. I thought team run is tomorrow?

Me: It is tomorrow. I just wanted to get up to talk to you. I miss you already.

Michelle: I'm guessing you want something from me.

Me: Yes. I want you here in beside me. Right now.

Michelle: I'll be there in 5. Do you want me to get you something along the way?

Me: Yes. Thanks for asking. I would like a Michelle dressed in sweatpants and a sweater, I also would love it if that Michelle would bring a cup of coffee. Please? And thank you.

Michelle: Would that be all sir?

Me: That would be all. And oh, a kiss as well.

Michelle: Noted. Your order will come in a few.

Me: Kaboom?

Michelle: Kaboom.

"Here's your order sir, thanks for waiting. Enjoy." Michelle said as she answered the call. She was wearing a dark colored sweater, with her hair tied up into a high bun, she had her glasses on, and she was holding a mug. God, she's adorable.

"You actually missed one thing, miss." I replied.

Her brows crossed. "Oh yes. My apologies sir." She came close to the camera and puckered her lips and made a smooch sound. "I hope you're satisfied now." She joked and took a sip from her mug.

"Wait," I said. "Sweatpants?"

She raised her leg and giggled. "Be satisfied already!"

"You're so cute!" I said. Michelle crossed her brows, an indication that she was flattered.