Chapter 44
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I see Harry rounding the corner,he seems to be in a rush,I can't catch up with hi, so I call out his name loudly.
"Stuart!" I use his last name.
He looks back and pauses,I wave for him to stop.
"Hey!" I breathe heavily once I reach him.
"Uh..hi." he smiles awkwardly and pushes his spectacles up the bridge of his nose.
"Can I walk with you?" I ask and he looks around nervously.
"What's wrong?" I follow his gaze but there nobody around.
"Harry?" I touch his arm and he startles.
"L-look Kim,there's something I need to tel-"
"Hey baby."
Bran hugs me from behind,I don't answer him as I keep looking at Harry. He was about to tell me something but when he looks behind me,his mouth seals shut.
"Har-"
"I should go,see you later Kimberly."
Then he scurries off. I frown,he just called me Kimberly and not Kim. I turn and face Brandon,he's looking in the direction Stuart went.
He looks down and finds me watching him,his eyes soften and a smile pulls at his lips.
"How was your day?"
"It was good."
I answer absentmindedly.
"Are you okay?" He lifts my head with fingers wrapped around my chin.
"Harry...yes I'm okay."
I decide not to tell Brandon about Harry's weird behavior, whatever it is,I need to hear it first. If it's heavy info, Bran would without a doubt kill whoever the person is and I don't want that.
He looks back in the direction Stuart went and I place a hand on his cheek, redirecting his eyes on me.
"He didn't do anything,he did not approach me,I did."
His eyes narrow.
"Come on Bran,I told you there's no attraction whatsoever between him and I."
"Fine,if you keep convincing me the best way you do,I'll let him off the hook again."
I roll my eyes and sigh,here we go again.
"I love ," I peck him on the lips. "you," peck. "Only you," peck.
"Forever and always." A deep passionate kiss.
"Lucky mouse," he smirks.
I hit his arm playfully
"I told you to stop mocking him."
"Stuart little is a mouse." He says with a serious face.
"And Harry Stuart is not the mouse from that movie, so cut it out."
Bran is so possessive,he thinks any guy is out to court me. Brandon has a high reputation here, everyone worships the ground he walks on. Jonathan and Michael are pretty famous too,it's like these guys have an aura that gets people to love and respect them unconditionally everywhere they go.
"So, how was you day?" I ask.
"Good, nothing new."
"No problem with the Mob?"
"Still haven't sorted things out with them."
On this university,there's two higher teams.
One: The Mob,a team of rich fraternity brothers who are regarded as royalty.
Two: The Elites,a team of wealthy guys frown different towns who are regarded as gods.
I don't pay much attention to who the leader of the mob is,all I know is that the leader of the Elites is Ziah, Brandon's friend who he met here during first year.
He has a thing for Nao,but to bad she's already taken by a ridiculously hotshot doctor, Nathaniel Kingsley, Nate.
"Can't you guys just come to an agreement or something? Is it really necessary to split in two?"
I walk in front of him backwards, hugging a book to my chest.
"Ziah and Maxwell will never be in the same team, the two groups might have peace and respect for each other but they'll never be one again."
Last year the Mob was a big team of rich kids from different parts of America,both new and old money. A fight broke out between the top two guys who were highly looked up to. People took sides and that caused an even bigger rift between them,hence the split up of the group. The people loyal to Ziah were just a few,so he made the group Dominators and asked Bran, Jonathan,Pete and Michael to join,the others were in for it except Bran,who they put in by force.
Ever since highschool,I learned that Bran prefers being an independent person not a group member. The exception was only at the end of highschool senior year,when the guy's loyalty stuck to him even after knowing Ronan years longer than him. I've been wondering why college guys would want to have a group or groups, what are they for? at least I know back in highschool the reason was for fame and respect, but it's different here, it's not just about respect or fame, i just don't know what it is.
"Well you might be right,guys and their egos can be so difficult sometimes."
Suddenly something stings the back of my neck.
"Ouch," I slap the spot.
"What's wrong baby?" Brandon comes closer.
"Something..."
He searches my face.
"What?" He asks.
"Something bit me."
"Let me see."
I push my hair to the side and he examines my neck.
"Come on,we need to cut it open."
"Cut what op-wait,you're cutting my neck?"
"Baby we need to get the poison out."
He drags me across campus to the school's private Hospital.
After the doctor attends to me,he gives me some cream to apply on the bite then we leave hand in hand after that.
* *Dorm* *
"Does it hurt?" Sam asks.
"A little,the doctor said the poison has been removed."
"It's good Bran acted fast then," she says.
"Yeah," Nao agrees. "Where is he?"
She looks around.
"He left to meet up with Ziah."
I answer as I scoot up the bed to lean my back on the headboard.
The two of them exchange a look.
"What is it now?"
"Nothing,by the way,we bumped into Matt."
I lift a brow,what's my concern there?
"He sent his greeting and that you should get better soon."
I stay quiet for a few seconds.
"Kim,do you have something against Matt?"
Sam asks.
"No,why?"
"Well..you seem so irritated by him."
"I'm not,I just don't like him that's all."
"You know, you said the same thing about Bran back then."
"What's that suppose to mean?" I ask defensively.
"Well you acted exactly like this to hide your attraction to Bran and look where that got you guys."
My lips curve downwards in distaste.
"Well this time It's different,I don't like him."
"Are you sure?" Nao scoots closer.
"I just met him that day,I didn't even know his name or look in his direction until you guys welcomed him to sit with us."
"Okay,if you say so."
"Yeah, whatever you want."
"Guys! stop okay,I don't have any attraction to Matt."
"Anyway,I saw this new bar opening in town, we should check it out once Kim feels better."
"Sure," I agree.
* *Days Later* *
It's been three days since I last woke up in bed with Brandon,since the girls cornered me about having some sort of feelings towards Matt. How absurd. There's a difference between what I felt for Bran and what I feel for Matt.
With Bran,it was scorching heat,flames eating me up from the inside out, fast beating of the heart and anxiety. When I touched him,I didn't want to stop,it felt like I would go crazy if I did. With Matt,it's just empty,no feeling at all.
I find myself staring at him a few seats away. Do I feel something for him?
No. No I don't have any feelings for him,I didn't even know he existed before all this. His head turns in my direction and I quickly look away,I can feel his eyes on me so I open a textbook and keep myself busy.
* *After Class* *
I'm walking across campus to the library when someone jogs and falls in line with me.
"Hey."
Matt.
"How are you doing? your friends told me you weren't feeling too well."
I stay quiet.
"I can see you're better now. You know,I caught you staring at me back there."
"Don't flatter yourself,I wasn't."
"So she does speak."
"What do you want Matt?"
"Well honestly,I want us to be friends."
"No."
"Come on,give me a chance,you'll see I'm not as bad as you paint me to be."
I come to a halt and turn to face him,our eyes meet for longs seconds.
"Shit,you've got the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen."
I can't help but blush at the compliment.
"See? I can be good,no thank you?"
"Thank you,can you go away now?"
"If that's a question,then the answer is no,I don't want to,I just want to keep staring at you."
"Matt," I sigh.
"So you do know my name?" He grins.
I start walking.
"That's because you introduced yourself and my friends keep speaking about you."
"They do?" He stares into space. "huh."
I don't know why but his goofiness suddenly makes him remind me of Xander, which has me smiling.
"You're smiling."
My smile drops.
"That's because I just remembered something."
"Still counts,if I remind you of something worth smiling about then that's a check on my this year's bucket list."
"Bucket list?"
"Yeah."
"And how do I find myself on that list? I bet it's a, "flatter a girl from your class until she smiles," who even has bucket lists at this age?"
"Actually,no. The whole list is about you."
"What?" I stop walking again.
