What Belongs to Me [COMPLETE]

Chapter 8 "The Passion"

C lose my eyes, I’m seeing you
E nlighten me, explain to me
A bout you, is all I think
S top myself, I can’t control
A nswer me, I’m calling you
R each for me, don’t let me be
E mbrace me, wrap me tight

No one knows my secret interest except for my closest friends. I love staying at our school library at the third and fourth floor of J-building every time I’m not very busy. I have a great love for reading novel, novella, short story, magazine and any trivial books and writing my own poems and short stories. Just like CJ, one of my close friends who wears round maroon rimmed glasses, with her curly hair dangling on her front when she’s reading. I personally preferred reading thriller and suspense novel, from Lee Child to Stephen King and James Patterson. If my memory still serves me right, I’ve already read hundreds of novels inside the library. But my most favorite author is not a thriller writer, it's Paulo Coelho with his inspiring thoughts and sureal life stories that speaks and connects to all over the world.

When our AutoCAD class had finished and Sir Rob’s already pulling himself up from his desk fixing his monogrammed collar, had packed his things and our plates. I went directly to the flat below our classroom in the fourth floor to return the books that I borrowed from last week. An international bestselling book of Gillian Flynn “Gone Girl” and Paula Haukins “The Girl on the Train”.

I went directly to the librarian corner as soon as i inched the glassdoor and swipe my i.d., I was always bothered by the peeling old paint on the wall and the antique grand-fathers-clock behind the front desk. I asked the librarian to let me borrow the third part of Kevin Kwan book series “Rich People Problem”. Because I was deeply absorbed and engrossed on his first two novels, “Crazy Rich Asians” and “China Rich Girlfriend”. The petit librarian who was looking at my direction is wearing a big pair of black rimmed glasses with her famous bun-up hairstyle which makes her over-all look like a dragonfly. With her white neatly ironed sleeves rolled up perfectly to her elbow handing me the book, she said,
“aren’t you done reading all of these thousand books inside this library yet?” she said as she sometimes joked at me, i just grinned at her.

I went all the way to my apartment after leaving the library, feeling impatient to read Kevin Kwan's book inside my bag. I was already on the living room when I saw the light emanating from the small window of my room that is connected to the living room. A slight panick started to get on me and i began to think, 'no one knows where I’m hiding my spare key on the kitchen hanging cabinet except for my family who comes by from time to time'.
I headlong to my room because it wasn’t locked from the inside; I didn’t even bother to knock because firstly, it is my room and secondly, no one texted me firsthand that they will come by. I was somewhat shocked and a little bit taken aback when I saw the person inside my bedroom. Yeah right he sometimes saw where I put my key inside our shabby kitchen hanging cabinet.
It’s Cizar! He’s sitting in my bed holding my globe stuffed toy made of foam; I didn’t know what is he doing with it. I wasn’t really surprised at all because he is inside my room. But what startled me was him; him wearing only a tight black and white boxer shorts with the name of the brand written on it that screams “MOSSIMO” and he is top-less exposing the three inches arrow like tattoo on the left side of his torso. In front of me is his almost naked soul, his generously toned body. I wasn’t saying anything as I lay my bag and drafting tube on my table and sitting on my drafting stool, I was just maintaining my eyes on him waiting for him to talk first, to say anything that can enlighten me at the moment. But he’s also not saying anything, just looking at me and for some reason I can’t understand. His eyes are saying something, and is he somewhat blushing? I can’t help it! I can help myself but to process the details of his God-like body on my mind, of what’s going to happen next.
We’re both stunned when my tracing tube fell to the floor from my table, maybe because I didn’t lay it properly when I sat down. After we both realized that the air has been stilled for some time already, he threw the ball his holding at me causing his stomach to contract making his abs visible. But I was fast enough to catch it, with my eyes stoll glued at him.