(a story out of this drawing)
He commits himself and has passion for sports. He is a soccer player ever since in high school. He is a heartthrob type of guy that if he just studied in a co-ed school during high school he would probably had many girlfriends by now. He is the kind of guy that would make the heads of the girls turn around and stop at him especially when he kicks that ball in the soccer field. Did I mention that he is the captain ball of the soccer team since he was a freshman? Imagine how good that player is.
It is his third year in college and until now he never settles himself with a formal girlfriend. All the girls he had during his early years in college do not end up so well but there is this girl who always has a crush on him since kindergarten. She is his childhood friend and their families are closely related since they live in the same village for years. They are still both on the stage of in denial of something because they know with themselves that the feelings they had for each other when they were young are still there but they never get the chance to get along with each other exclusively. The problem with this guy is he always ignores his feelings for that girl and plays with so many other girls that he would never want to have a serious relationship with. He believes that making girls fall in love with him and then suddenly making them cry is what he does best. Of course his teammates in soccer look up to him for that.
On FIFA day (a national soccer tournament)
They bumped to each other. The girl hurries in the hallway to catch up with her friends who already got her seat for the game.
Her: “Oh hi Zyane! G..g..goodluck!”
Him: “Hey thanks!”
With a puzzled look, he continued heading towards the locker room. He suddenly felt a fast heart beat not because of the game but because of the girl.
The game turned out to be as expected, winning the championship and him as the MVP. Belle waited on the hallway near the locker room of the players to congratulate Zyane for another victory and see if she can invite him for them to go home together because her friends already left. Apparently, the guys always celebrate their victory to their favorite party place after the game so instead of going home, they left the stadium together for the party.
Zyane rides the car with awe in the back of his mind because it is the first time that he will be going to their victory party with a girl riding on his passenger seat. He never did that with so many girls he had because for him, their victory party is their boys’ night out but this time is different. Belle tries to ignore her feelings the whole night because she doesn’t want her admiration for him to be that obvious in front of his teammates. Gathered around the huge table are 11 buff guys and a delicate pretty girl, Belle. The boys couldn’t help but to ask Zyane.
Teammate1: “Who is she Zyane? Why don’t you introduce her to us?”
Zyane: “Alright this is Belle, a good childhood friend who also lives in our village. Her friends left her so I took her with us.”
Another teammate put his arms on his shoulder and softly whispered:
Teammate2: “Is she your new suspect?”
Zyane: “Hell no! Have some respect for the girl. I can’t let her go home alone, it’s already late besides her parents entrusted her to me”
That is the first time Zyane mentioned the word “Respect” and what’s more shocking than that is he is asking for his teammate to respect the girl which he has never done before with his past girls. Truly there is something new with him because of that girl.
The night passed out and it was already 6:00 in the morning. Zyane rode to Starbucks to have some coffee while Belle is fast asleep in his car. He just took the coffee from the drive thru and headed to their village so he can send her home. On their way, Belle was suddenly awake and no one tries to speak half of the trip. Then,
Zyane: “How are you feeling?”
Belle: “tired.”
Zyane: “I meant how do you feel about me?”
Belle: “huh?”
Zyane has this style for tricking his girls. But this time, he is serious with no smile or laugh at all unlike what he always does. As if he had taken some weird medicine to have the guts of asking that question to Belle. He stopped the car and waited for an answer.
Belle: “uhh..uhmm..I don’t know what to say.”
Zyane: “I can see that”
Belle: “Well it’s been years but I haven’t felt something like that ever since.”
Zyane: “What’s that?”
Belle: “It’s not the best time to talk about things like this. Maybe you’re just in a hangover situation. Let’s go home.”
Zyane: “No, I’m perfectly fine but since you said this is not the perfect time to talk about this. How about later? I’ll pick you up 6:00 in the evening let’s have dinner.”
Belle: “Uhhh…Okay. Thanks by the way.”
Zyane: (in a very soft voice) “It’s always been you”
Belle: “What?”
Zyane: “My pleasure”
Then he just smiled at her.
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