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Chapter Nine

“Hey Luke, what’s up?” I spoke over the phone, feeling happy that he called.

“I stay as the quarterback. Parker is not being considered anymore,” came the answer from the other end.

“That’s great! When did this happen?”

“The coach informed me just a while back. Parker backed out. He obviously realized he may be great at quarterbacking but not better or even as good as me, ” said Luke, matter-of-factly. “Nobody gets to take away what’s already mine.”

“What did Luke say?” asked Stef seeing my puzzled expressions after I rang off.

“Devon backed out just like that,” I said, feeling weird at the same time.

“Did you really say that?” said Adam, surprised, “because it’s strange. I don’t think Devon is the kind of guy to give up without a fight.”

I thought so too. The next moment, I placed my racquet down and was leaving in a hurry.

“Hey, where are you going?” Stef yelled behind me.

“BRB!” I yelled back, disappearing out of the table tennis room.

I looked left and right but there was no sign of him. C’mon! He was right here a minute back. Couldn’t have gone far.

I walked around, looking here and there, in the club and spotted Devon just when he was about to enter the gym.

“Look who’s here,” said Devon, his lips curling up in a sneer, “Since you’ve come to apologize, there are some rules for it. A grammatically correct ‘Sorry’ note with a pinch of genuineness will do.”

“You’re a coward,” I said flatly.

“That’s a very poor code-word for ‘I Am Sorry’,” he responded in a cheeky tone.

“I don’t talk in code-words, I speak direct facts,” I said in a ridiculing tone, “You gave up your quarterbacking plans without a fight ’cause you know you don’t stand a chance against my boyfriend.”

“It hurts so bad when charity isn’t taken at face value,” Devon said, not sounding hurt at all. “I didn’t want that poor douche to lose his quarterbacking position because of me since he is already losing you to me. I saved him from looking like a terrible loser in front of the whole school. See? I’m not that evil like you think I am.”

“Enough of pretending that you like me!” I lashed out at him, clenching my fists tight as a sudden unknown pain began to climb my heart, “I don’t know why you backed out from this quarterback race but I’m sure as hell there’s some other plan going on in your head. And you just want to use me for it!”

The smirk on his lips vanished and his expressions grew dark, fierce and intense. Devon looked dangerous and intimidating. My breaths died in my throat when he pulled my wrist into a tight grip.

“Leave my hand! Where are you taking me?!” I tried to break free but it was of no use. He dragged me with him till the end of the short passageway where there was a door. He pulled it open, got me inside along with him and slammed the door shut again.

“What are you doing? Why did you bring me here for?!” I revolted when he pinned me to the wall and placed his hands on either side of my head.

I felt my pulses shiver as his blazing dark orbs pierced my eyes blinding my vision. My throat ran dry seeing how close our lips were.

“Do you really think that I’m only pretending to have feelings for you?” The intensity of his raspy voice made me hold back a gasp.

I averted my gazes off him and looked sideways.

“I want to leave. Let me go,” I said, struggling to keep my voice steady as his rugged breaths fanned my cheeks.

“Or does that quarterback fills you with so much of lies everyday that you no longer know what truth sounds like,” he said harshly.

“Devon!” I chided, looking at him.

Our gazes clashed. But this time I noticed something which I somehow never did before. His eyes held an unfathomable depth, yet were stark empty, and were windows to his soulless being.

Devon suddenly stepped back from me. I took my gazes off him, trying to calm my heart beats.

“Sometimes I wonder whether you’re really ignorant or determined to be,” he said crisply before pulling the door open and walking out.

“This is so really cool!” chirped Stef when she came over that evening two days later, “Devon is chasing you! Like can you imagine how many girls are literally dying to be in your place right now?”

“And I’m dying to be in their places,” I drawled, “They are so lucky that Devon doesn’t bother them.”

Stef rolled her eyes. “Honestly speaking, you should dump Luke and go on a date with Devon.”

“I can’t believe you’re even saying this, Stef!” I said, shocked, “Have you forgotten he called you and the boys insulting names like ‘lame’, ‘gullible’, ‘dull creatures’. He was so damn rude to you guys for no reason at all!”

“Dude, can’t you see?" asked Stef in utter amusement. “Devon is madly jealous of the three of us! Infact Josh was even saying that he feels so good living with the fact that Devon is jealous of him,” she laughed.

“There’s nothing like that.”

“Ofcourse, there is! Devon is jealous of me and the boys because we are your best friends and the closest to you. Infact, I feel that Devon envies even the air that touches you! He seems to be that passionate about you.”

“You can stop right there,” I said, narrowing my eyes on her.

“I’m not joking. I’ve been noticing since the last two days how violently jealous and irked Devon gets seeing you with Luke in school. As a matter of fact, I’ve never ever seen Luke this envious.”

“That’s because Luke is perfectly secure. I’m so glad he doesn’t feels insecure in our relationship,” I said in admiration.

“No, dude, whatever you say, jealously is a very important part of liking someone. It goes on to show how much your everything means to them,” said Stef, “But then again, extreme insecurities is hazardous.”

“Does Adam feel jealous for you or vice versa?” I asked teasingly.

Stef’s cheeks grew crimson at once. There was this blushing smile on her face that made me giggle.

“Hey, I-I guess Devon is quite lazy at tying his shoe laces. Have you noticed how his shoe laces are undone most of the times?” Stef asked.

I did notice but I wasn’t gonna admit that to her.

“So the next time Devon calls me lame, I am gonna caution him to tie his shoe laces properly. Okay, now if you’ll excuse me, I intend to rob some of your Ferroro Rocher chocolates.”

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