Beyond captivating

Chapter 9

Lucas POV:

Anger boiled in me at the sight of my friends ... I sank my teeth down my bottom lip and watch ... They were in fact making fun of me, and all I could damn do was watch ...

"Elliot, that girl is so hot!"

Jack managed to choke out the word between bouts of uncontrollable laughter ...

Elliot wrinkled his nose as he grinned along.
"Jack you know..it was as if she has this distilled decades of some fierce emotion in a bottle and then split it out where it ates a whole heart out, because I can't really figure out an emotion that could produce a voice like that."

Jack struggled breathlessly as humor lit up his face...

"It was steady, full and so frightening. Gosh! The voice was as strict as a lion.."

"Oh no! No! No " They laughed out loud...

Their bass voices made a tingling strike in my brain and I so wished at the moment to drill an air out of their throats.

"Jack" Elliot called

"What"

" I think I saw red!"

Elliot who was glaring at the phone said much louder now.

"Where? Where? Give me the phone." Jack grabbed the phone from Elliot and stared eagerly into it.

"What! Haaaaaahaha... Red!"
They both burst into another loads of uneasy laughter...

I sat there staring at them like a person who just got a flu...
Gosh! never have i been so humiliated in my life.
Those two are destroyers.
They could taunt to the extent of getting mad...

Tom and Nigel sat there laughing at the way Elliot and jack was making fun of me...
Of course, that girl was just a new kind of experience among the billionaire sons...
We never believed anyone like her could exist ...
She sounded so brave, emotionless, confident and sulky...
I never imagined anyone could dare stand the sight of my looks and still has the chance to talk that way, a lady at that end
who the hell does she think she is?
I squelched at the resentment welling in me and there I realised if I do not vent my anger now, it could drive me crazy... I felt the urge to kick on something hard...
Something iron and hard.

I picked up where I left off my violence and stamped out of the room without saying a word.
On my way I stormed on a maid who broke all the glass cups she was holding.
"Are you blind Or what?" I spat at her face ...

"I'm sorry sir."

"Whatever."
I pushed her aside and raced further to the field.

Two hours later

I feinted left and bolted right ...
Double deck the ball and pressed it down...
I was panting like a person who was about to die...
Heavy sweat trinkled down my face while I wipe it off with the back of my hand ...
Left, right, left right
I was passing the ball in between my legs with a gasp that was barely audible.
My friends were calling me to stop now but, here i was playing my skull out ...
I raced, duck, kick...
"You gonna hurt yourself Lucas!"
Nigel called out.

But never am I listening ...
I just wanted them to keep teasing me ...
I was doing leg racing now.
It's becoming dark out but who cares...
My brain just kept wailing at the thought of that girl ...
The sound of her voice and that look on her face.
Goshhhhhh! It could well damage a weak heart...
I would prefer to fled in terror rather than see someone as scary as that woman again... But why can't I get her off my head?

Nigel raced up to me and dragged my arm so I could face him ...

"Hey man! Stop behaving like a sixteen year old!"
I pushed him on the chest ...