Dripping Desires: My Unexpected Mate

Celine:Two Minded

**The next day**

"Hey, where are you?" Maya's voice said through a voice note. As I rounded the corner to get to my locker, I spotted her standing by her locker, the morning glare casting a warm glow around her. With a burst of energy, I made my way towards her, navigating through the bustling crowd of students. My heart raced a little; I was eager to see her.

"Hey!" she exclaimed excitedly, her eyes sparkling as always. She handed me a neatly folded bright blue T-shirt. The fabric was soft, and the color radiated cheerfulness. She glanced at my outfit, a playful grin spreading across her face. "What are you wearing?" she teased a hint of mischief in her voice.

I looked down at my thick grey coat and black winter pants as if offended. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I tried to defend myself, furrowing my brow.

She shook her head with a scoff, her laughter ringing like bells. "We are not in Alaska! It barely had ice on the ground this morning!" she exclaimed, leaving me dumbfounded and trying to chase my memory as to whether there was actually ice on the floor this morning.

"Well, it feels like Alaska," I shot back, feeling the chill of the winter air seep through my layers. She continued to scrutinize my attire, her gaze lingering on the bulk of my coat that seemed more suited for a frigid tundra than a mild winter’s day.

"Anyways, I hope the T-shirt fits," she chirped, trying to divert the conversation.

"Yeah, me too... Anyways, thanks for thinking of me." I said before tossing the T-shirt in my locker.

I felt a knot of uncertainty in my stomach. Last night, I grew the confidence to pursue the idea of becoming a cheerleader, but now that the day is here, my thoughts seem to be running wild.

"Do you think it's a good idea?" I hesitated, my voice tinged with nervousness. "I mean, I don’t want to appear pushy or anything," I began to second-guess myself.

"Don't worry; everything is going to be fine. You have nice hair and skin, and they will love you. Just show a little more skin," she replied. But Chloe snatched my attention, walking through the hallway as if she were the most important person in the room. Her smile was bold and fearless, and oh yeah, she was showing plenty of skin, as her long, slender legs were very visible. All the boys and even the girls couldn't resist their stares. As usual, her two puppet friends were at her side. I would say they were just helping her to stand out, as they were no comparison to her beauty and style. But their confidence seemed applaudable.

"Oh! If I was you I wouldn't worry much about Chloe. I know she is a pain in the ass, but once she sees your potential, she will eventually warm into you. I remember when she hated me. But my talent left her no choice but to respect me." boosted Maya.

"I think she already made her decision about me. I am clearly not her cup of tea. I think she will reject me without any efforts to see what I have to offer." I sighed.

"The negativity! Don't think like that; think positive; what if she changes her mind about you and allows you to dance lead because of how amazing you are? Look at the bright side!" insisted Maya.

I looked at her with confusion in my eyes and sighed, "OK, I will try... just for you." I smiled reassuringly.

"Come on, we have Chemistry. Tonight, we are going to have fun!" she exclaimed as we busily gathered our things for class.

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The day passed by quickly. It was already 2:30 p.m., half an hour again, and Literature would be over. To make it better, the school day would be over. I sat impatiently, but my eyes kept crossing at Kyle the entire time. I could sense the tension between us. It was like he was longing to talk to me, but our little confrontation in the parking lot yesterday seemed to be resting heavily on both our chests.

Every glance seemed to be getting more and more intense. I could feel my lungs gasping for air as my windpipes tightened. I couldn't understand the sudden feeling. It was a bit unlike me. Why is it bothering me this much? Why do I even care? Why am I getting this weird feeling in my stomach about just one of the brothers? Why am I being this distracted by his presence? Thoughts continued to shuffle in my mind, even seeing him sitting next to Chloe yet another time.

I have a feeling that something might be going on that I don’t understand. Who are the triplet brothers? Lately, I've felt uneasy, as if they could be using some sort of dark magic to control my thoughts and feelings. It’s troubling; I feel a strong attraction to Kyle, like an invisible connection between us. At the same time, something seems to keep us apart. I try to tell myself that it can't be as bad as I fear, but my instincts say otherwise. Something strange is happening, and I need to figure it out before it completely traps me, with no way to escape.

"Is it really possible to feel such a strong connection to someone you hardly know, someone with whom you've exchanged barely a handful of words? It has to be some kind of black magic, I’m utterly convinced of it."

Maya’s voice broke through my whirlwind of thoughts as she leaned in, her brow furrowed with concern. "Are you OK?" she asked, her eyes searching mine, clearly noticing my serious and anxious expression. My gaze kept drifting toward Kyle, who sat just a few desks to my left, seemingly lost in his own world.

"I'm fine," I replied, forcing a smile onto my face as I returned my focus to the meticulously highlighted notes in front of me, trying to drown out the unsettling feelings swirling inside.

The bell chimed melodiously, heralding the end of another bustling school day. A wave of lively energy surged through the room as the cheerful boys sprang to their feet, their laughter mingling with the sound of shuffling bags and clattering chairs as they hurried toward the exit, anticipation buzzing in the air for the game later that evening.

"See you later! I’ll call you!" Maya called out, her voice bright and fleeting as she darted off to join another friend, her backpack bouncing against her back.

I took a moment to collect my belongings, methodically stuffing my books and papers into my bag. I chose to bide my time, letting the throngs of students spill into the hallway before I made my way to the door, savoring the brief stillness that followed the chaos.