Chapter 4 He Got Curious About Her

Chapter 4: He Got Curious About Her

Alexander's Point of View

I was going to change into my basketball uniform in the gym locker room. I'm not in a good mood right now because of my father, so I'm going to play basketball to lessen my annoyance. Basketball is comparable to my lover. My heart skips a beat whenever I'm in the game. I got excited each time I shot the ball in the ring, especially when my team won. We are inevitable and unstoppable.

My name is Alexander Morris, and I am 21 years old and studying Business Administration with a major in Finance. I am the son of the school's owner and the university's heartthrob. That's why I have complete freedom here. I am popular at this school, particularly among female students. My 165-centimeter height and masculine body make all the girls scream at me, especially when they look at me up close and drool into my bright color blue, almond shape eyes, long lashes, groomed thick brows that most women adore, and to my chiseled jawlines that made me look so manly. I'm not only famous because of my appearance; I also excel at everything. I am always first in my class and especially in basketball.

I've already entered the locker room. I went straight to my locker, opened it, grabbed the pair of my basketball uniforms, and went to the bathroom to get dressed.

A few minutes had to elapse. I had finally finished getting dressed. I exited the locker room and went to the basketball court. The new female students stared at me as I walked out of the building. They don't even blink as they stare at me. It was as if they had spotted a celebrity. I can't blame them because I was aware of my charisma and am used to it.

I kept walking without emotion until I got to the basketball court. As I looked around the court, I noticed my teammates were already waiting for me. I texted them before coming to school, but they were even earlier. I dash up to them.

"Shall we begin?" One of my teammates inquired.

Brandon Brooks is his name, and he is not only one of my teammates but also my best friend. His father and my father are business partners.

"Sure," I replied.

We immediately began playing. We had a basketball team of about ten people. There were four newcomers and six returning players (including me).

I enjoy playing. For a moment, I forget my annoyance with my father. He rarely comes home, but when he does, he only greets you with a long speech of negativity, which is why I lied about having a school project to finish. But I'm sure he knew I was making excuses.

I don't want to see him, especially if he's bringing his mistress home with him. My father has rarely returned home since remarrying. He knows I am enraged at him and also my younger brother. Because he resents our father, he did not attend the university that we own.

One of my teammates passed the ball to me, and I caught it instantly. My opponent had surrounded me. I dribbled the ball in front of me, looking for an exit. My opponent is guarding me so tightly that I can't move forward. I knew that if I forced myself to break through, they would take away the ball I was holding. I took a step back and shot three points.

"Thud!" It's the sound of the ball bouncing in the ring. The ball enters as usual. I continue to play. I scored whenever I hit the ball to the ring. I didn't give my adversary a chance. I appear to be the only one on the court. That's how good I am at the game.

I was already exhausted and sweating profusely. I placed a temporary substitute to rest my feet first, then approached the bench and sat with my two hands on it.

While I was watching their game, my teammates continued to play. When suddenly the ball threw away unexpectedly, it was heading towards a woman with long hair standing nearby.

My teammates were stunned, and their eyes widened as they expected the ball to strike the woman, but it did not. She caught it despite having two bags slung across her shoulders.

I stood in the middle of the incident and was astounded as well. It was my first encounter with a fierce woman. I'm pretty sure if it happened to the other girls, it would hit them and fall. But she still caught it in her slender hands even though it threw towards her very hard.

I assumed she was just lucky to have caught it. I returned to my seat.

Brandon gestured for the girl to pass the ball from them, but she refused. She doesn't pass the ball and appears to provoke them. Brandon signaled again, but instead of giving up, the woman refused. She's still clutching the ball.

I felt curious about her and wanted to know what kind of woman she was. I was interested to see if she was like my girls, who were quick to give up their treasured flowers.

I was considering approaching her. I want to know if she is unique and will not succumb to my attractiveness like the others.

I walked up to her like a ramp model and gave her a poker face. I don't want her to read my lines. I could tell she was looking at me from a distance and that she was looking forward to seeing me. She looked as if she was about to drool when she looked at me.

I was aware of it. This woman was the same as the others I had taken. I'm already in front of her and speaking coldly to her. I expected her to apologize, but she glared at me like a tiger.

She appears to be challenging me to a fight. She is not an amiable woman, and her actions irritated me greatly. I won't miss it! I'm going to start a brawl with her!

I was about to grab the ball forcefully when a lady grabbed it and handed it to me. The lady bowed her head and apologized to me. Then she dragged the woman, who irritated me, away. I remained standing where I was and watched them walk away from me. I wondered if I had ever seen those women on campus before. But they were unfamiliar to me, possibly because they were freshmen.

Now I was ecstatic! It seemed like I had found a new way to waste my time. I thought about asking the administrator.