Love Spell of a Goddess

Chapter 3 - Her Grace

When love knocks for the first time, it's going to be a deliberate pain and pleasure to come next. I hate to admit it, but I feel butterfly whenever Dwight is around. When his lips purse, I feel danger. Those eyes are really dark when they look at me. I haven't done anything, but he looks aggravated already. Thinking how mad he'll get when I become his pain in the ass made me smile in the middle of the class.

"Yes, Yasmin. Do you perhaps have any idea about this?" The professor pointed at the white board using the marker. I saw graphs and figures. It took me a while to analyze where we are, but I managed to give her a satisfying answer.

"Good." I heard the murmurs of the boys at the back but I don't really care if they are talking about me. I was not raised to get intimidated by other people's thoughts about me.

I really want that seat beside Dwight, but I came late again to this class. I had to make arrangements with my coach. I requested if I could have the training only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, but my request was disapproved right away. I even received an earful from him.

"You are at the most crucial part of your career as an athlete. You can't be slacking off right now, I can't tolerate that. How many years have I been managing you, Yas. I know you can do well in academics while doing excellent in sport too." What about my social life? I want to experience hanging out with friends after school, getting drunk and eating all unhealthy food there is. And I also want to experience dating while in college. How will I be able to tell my reasons to coach. He'll just laugh at me.

Dwight... He was sitting in his favorite spot; it's unspoken rule in his block section that the chair where he's sitting now belongs to him. Nobody even tries to sit there in the first place.

He's very vocal with his thoughts and those thoughts are always on point. He's an explicit example of a role model. So much respect to his intelligence, but I hate how that jaw of his clenched whenever I smile at him.

For our last class that day, I took the chair beside him. Dwight was serious while typing something in the keyboard of his laptop. Maybe he's on duty as student council's president now. I don't really mind.

"Hi. So what are your projects for this month? I'll mark it on my calendar to support you." My approach was bold, Ash would hyperventilate if he hears me.

"And since when do you have interest in attending activities of SC?"

"I attended some projects before. And I think I'll attend the rest of the activities because you're in-charge." My voice was low. He chuckled, but that smile is like a sarcastic smirk. My heart raced when he turned to face me. He stretched his long legs side by side so it won't bump into my chair. It's the first time we're staring at each other this close and long.

"Liar..." My face was heated when he said it quietly yet very imposing. I really believed for the mean time I was a liar. But what?

"What are you... "

"You have never attended a single activity of SC. What is with the sudden approach, Yasmin? You think I'll fall into the trap you're trying to bluntly set? What is your plan? Why did you enroll in our block section when you're doing so well in your home section? Are you really up for a competition with me?" He was certain when he said the first sentence. I was caught there. Did it show in my eyes when I said I attended some projects before? Damn.

"Fine. Take my presence here as provoking to compete with you."

His forehead wrinkled.

"You might want to get hurt. Aside from that charm, grace and fame, what else do you have to steal my place?"

I got lost with what he said... charm and grace.

"Peaceful heart, positive outlook in life, dedication, humor and loyalty. Will that suffice? Oh goodness, Dwight. I'm not interested in being on top. I just want you... r attention. We can be friends you know?" He rolled his eyes and sat straight again as he continued what he's typing in the laptop. I let out a sigh. Let's stop here for now. I don't want to sound obsessed. I'm a lady with grace and charm after all. That made my day even after our conversation, we never talked again until the class is over and he hurried to get to the SC Office for their meeting.

All I saw was a dedicated man, and I fell.