Chapter 2 varsity player

Chapter 2

"There, drink more! Now you seem like you don't know because of the hangover. You shouldn't be drinking because you're a varsity player." Shaking my head, I told my brother and cousin, "Mikay, water please, it's cold." My brother ordered with his eyes closed, "Water too," said Brother Froilan. I gave them a hard time and went to the kitchen. Aunt wasn't there, so they couldn't be preached to.

"Don't you have school?" I asked them and handed over the water.

"We don't have class today," Brother Marc said, "Practice later," Brother Froilan said indifferently.

I looked at my phone because someone was calling.

"Who's Kyler?" My brother asked when he saw the caller's name on my phone lying on the table.

I immediately took it. "My friend," I said.

"Just friends?" Brother Froilan asked.

"Yes," I said and left them.

Why is Kyler calling?

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Kayla, good morning."

It's nice to hear his voice.

"Kayla? Oh yes, why did you call me?"

Person 1: "I said good morning."

Person 2: "Oww yes, good morning too." I said smiling. "Do you have time now?"

Person 1: "Why? I want to invite you, I'd like to spoil you. Where?"

Person 2: "It's just at the mall, is that all right?"

Person 1: "Alright." I immediately agreed, but I remembered what I said last night that I would forget my feelings and avoid me. I was about to decline, but he spoke.

Person 2: "That's what you said, let's meet at the friends' meeting place, or you want me to fetch you?"

Person 1: "H-ha, not anymore. Just there at the meeting point." I said. I don't want him to come here; I know Brother, they might get angry.

Brother Marc: "Are you leaving?" Brother Marc asked when he saw me dressed.

Person 1: "Yes, I'm just going to buy something."

Brother Marc: "Are you really just going to buy or are you going to meet?" He said seriously.

Person 1: "Brother, I'm just going to buy something, relax. My friend is with me."

Brother Marc: "Kyler?" I nodded slowly.

Person 1: "Is he the only one?"

Person 2: "We have another girl with us, Val." I lie just to be allowed.

Brother Marc just nodded and entered his room. I hurried to leave. I have arrived at the meeting place of the gang, where is it? Only at a fast food. We like to hang out. I haven't even gotten out of the taxi when I see Kyler.

Sitting on a motorcycle, is that his?

He stood up when he saw me come down. My heart beat faster when he smiled at me. There was a part of me that wanted to run up to him and hug him, but I remembered what Shiela said, and Kyler is not my boyfriend.

"Is that yours?" I smelled the motor.

"Yeah. When have you ever had something like that?"

"It's been a long time, I just don't use it."

"I didn't know you knew how to drive a motorcycle." I also know how to drive a car," he said. "Why did you invite me? Why not Shiela?"

"I like you," he said that I stopped.

What did he say?

"You're the one I want to invite, of course, I don't want you to sulk with me. Maybe you mean Shiela is always with me. Next time I'll invite Tyra and Val."

Oww... it's like that. I thought it was something.

"Wait... don't tell me you too are thinking something about me and Shiela?" I shook my head.

"We're just friends, that's all," he said, as I was even surprised by Soya, who himself put the helmet on my head and helped me ride.

"Friends? Is that really all he can give Shiela? My friend will be hurt."

I grabbed Kyler's shoulder, and he gasped. He took my hand and placed it on his waist. "It's safer if you hold it there," he said.

I was taken aback as he started the motor, causing me to hug him tightly. I couldn't comprehend my own feelings anymore.

I heard a loud heartbeat. Was it mine or his?

"Mikayla, don't get your hopes up! What you hear is only your heartbeat."

Unsure of our destination, I soon realized we were at the mall when he parked his motorcycle in the lot. "Are you planning to buy something here?" I asked.

He nodded, helping me off the bike. "My mom and I have a party to attend. I need to get some formal attire. I'm not good at picking formal clothes. You know me, my interests lie elsewhere," he explained. "I invited you because I know you are good at choosing clothes."

"Hey!" I raised my hand. "Tyra is the stylish one, she's the good one. Not me," I said.

"Is that so? Well, you're with me now, maybe you know too, right? Let's go," he said and pulled me, as if everything was in slow motion. We are like a couple because we are holding hands.

I was only looking at our hands, so I didn't expect my face to hit the wall! Goodness!!!!

"Ouch!" I moaned.

"Hey, are you okay?" Kyler asked, so I looked at him while stroking my forehead. There was concern on his face. "Where were you looking that you didn't notice the wall?"

'In our hands!' That's what I was going to say, but I didn't say anything. I cried because of the pain. This is what I don't like; I cry when I am hurt physically and emotionally. I stopped crying because it was embarrassing for Kyler, but when I closed my eyes, tears fell from my eyes.

"Hey, hey. Does it hurt too much?" He asked as he stroked my forehead. "Because it's you! You don't look at what you're passing by."

I cried even more because he scolded me. It's okay, but this is who I really am.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. You might think I'm angry," he said as he wiped my tears, and I suddenly stopped. I shook my head and removed Kyler's hand. "I'm fine, let's go," I said, attempting to smile. My forehead hurt, but it gradually faded away.

Kyler allowed me to find something formal for him to wear. I chose something I knew would suit him. I smiled when I found a matching pair of suit pants and a suit jacket in black and white. It was perfect for him.

"Kyler," I called, and he sat there, looking at me. "Put it on, come on," I urged, pulling him. I handed him my choice and guided him into the dressing room. I continued to look around for something better, but when he emerged wearing what I had picked, my jaw dropped. His elegance shone through even more in the outfit. The formal suit suited him perfectly; my choice was spot on, as I have a keen eye for him.

I glanced back at him, still staring, and closed my eyes when he lightly flicked my nose. "You idiot, maybe you're falling in love with me," he joked.

You know it's perfect! Gosh! You're so handsome, but you know you'd better get a haircut, your hair is quite long." I said, "Okay, I'm going to get a haircut. So it's okay? Because this is what I'm going to get."

"Yes, buy that, come on. Get dressed," I said.

While waiting, I could hear whispers; almost every customer was talking about Kyler. He said he can be an actor, a model. But knowing Kyler, he doesn't want to be an actor or anything like that. Maybe you can be a basketball player.

"That's Kyler Walton, isn't he the son of Governor Darcy Walton?"

"Yes, he is!"

Oh yes! Why did I forget? He is also known because he is the son of the Governor here in our area. That's what I forgot to say about him.

"Let's go," he said. I didn't notice that he had finished dressing and paying.

I moved a bit away from Kyler because I was looking at him. I'm fine because it's like I'm just an assistant. Because I.

"I didn't fix it properly earlier," he said. He stopped and frowned when he turned to me. He pulled me close and put his arm around me. "Why are you walking away?" he asked. I was about to remove his hand, but he raised an eyebrow at me, so I let it go.

"Are you alright?" Kyler asked after cutting him off. I gave a thumbs up. "Thank you for coming, since you came with me I will feed you."

"Oh, I'm really hungry."

"Where do you want to eat?"

"Anywhere."

"Come, I'll take you where mommy and I often eat," he said. I just followed him. We went to an Italian restaurant. "This is my favorite restaurant," he said. With this, we went to the farthest table. "And this is my favorite spot," he said and ordered this for us to eat. "You know I have a promise to myself?"

"What is that?"

"That whichever girl I bring here is the one I will love and marry."

I blinked, holding my breath.

He laughed and playfully pinched my nose, which is something he enjoys doing. "Just kidding," he reassured me. Despite his playful nature, he can be quite annoying at times. I asked if he had brought anyone else along, to which he replied, "No, just you." I inquired about the restaurant he was taking Shiela to, and he simply nodded in response, refusing to provide any additional information. Feeling the need to introduce Shiela to him, I insisted, "You should bring Shiela here; she would definitely enjoy it." His only reply was an indifferent "Okay." Frustrated, I remarked, "He seems happier with her than with me," to which he merely nodded in agreement, refusing to engage in any conversation. I then approached Val in the school garden and inquired, "What's going on?" Noticing the curious looks from others, I sensed that people were discussing something related to me. Tyra asked, "Haven't you seen it?" before Val handed me his cell phone. My eyes widened as I saw a picture of Kyler and me at the mall, captured while he had his arm around me and during our meal together.

I was amazed at the caption I read. "Kyler Walton is not single anymore. Sorry girls the son of Governor Darcy is already taken."

Seriously?!

I read the name of the person who posted, it's a poser when I opened his profile. I never thought it would go viral. How fast is the news?!

"Explain." Tyra said.

"I just accompanied him to the mall, that's it. He just hung out, I accompanied him as a friend, and he just likes to hug. It's not just me that he hugs, right? You too, it's bad Marites what? It's making an issue." I said. They just looked and didn't speak. "Come on girls, I'm telling the truth."

Suddenly they laughed.

"What are you, we know what. I don't know about people today. You even beat the artist." Val promised.

"Keep frowning." Tyra said looking behind me. It was Shiela approaching us. The aura looks different. Good heavens! Maybe because of the news that spread.

"Sheila." I said.

He just looked at me sadly.

I know why.

"Shiela, those pictures didn't mean anything, Kyler just made me feel bad. That's all," I explained.

"Why did you come with me? Well, I'm here," his voice was tinged with annoyance.

"Wow, Shiela, you're not a porker when you're close to him, it's just you. Kyler and I are friends too, of course, after Mikayla, Kyler will also cheer us on. Don't be," Val said painfully.

"I'm just sulking at Mikayla. I wish you had told me that Kyler came with you so I could go with you, right? I wish I hadn't left you. I would have stayed at your house first so I could be with you and Kyler, then you're his girlfriend now, viral."

I held my breath. I sat next to him and held his arm.

"I'm sorry," I apologized like a child. "The next time he asks me out, I'll tell you, and I'll tell him to call you, not me," I said. It smiled. "Promise that, huh?"

I nodded. "Of course."

I saw Val shake his head.

"Okay, thank you! I'm really your best friend," he said and hugged me. "Wait here, I'm just going to meet the boys," he said and left us.

I really need to stay away. Everyone needs to talk about them and Shiela, not the two of us. For my friend, I will make a way for them to be.

To Be Continued...