Chapter 5 - Chase
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The sun was reigning during the whole Business Week. There was no way I could stick with my original plan because coach was keeping his eyes on me. I didn't miss a single day of training and hustling. It's just weird that I miss Dwight.
It's already Friday and I made a request to coach to dismiss me early. I want to see the booth of Student Council even on the last day. The amount I bid was paid by Dwight himself and he never made a noise about it so people might be thinking I'm still the major sponsor.
My heart was racing when I saw the back of man that I missed. A wide smile automatically displayed on my lips. He was talking to some ladies who look freshmen.
I cleared my throat when I approached him. His forehead furrowed when he saw me. The way he scanned me from head to toe made me flush. In front of me now is the admired president of SC looking so dashing in white long sleeve folded to his elbow and jeans partnered with loafers.
"Hi." He ignored my greetings and guided the ladies inside the booth. Wow. He was the only person who has guts to do that to me. The nerve!
I followed them inside and he surely heard my footsteps. I don't even care if I look unattractive to him now. I hurried to get here just so I won't miss their offers in the booth. I am just wearing a plain white shirt tucked in my high-waist denim shorts. My sneakers scratched from the floor and that's the time when Dwight faced me. I stopped because he's walking fast towards me.
"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to not show up?" His voice was serious and deep. He said it in a very low voice and yet the warning is there. It's as if he didn't want anyone else to hear.
"And I also told you that I would support the projects of SC. If you're annoyed thinking that it's because of you then let me clarify it. I support the student council, not you alone." He smirked, and the rush of my heart didn't feel good.
"I can only think of two reasons why. First, you're interested to be part of SC. Second, you're showing off to a board member of SC." His took several more steps which made me took steps back. He stopped when we were near the door.
His buttons are always pushed whenever he sees me. What does he hate about me so much. It triggers the b***h in me.
"And what has it got to do with you? Move away, Dwight. You have no right to push out like this." His jaw moved as his eyes sparked fire.
He took two more steps but I did not move. He leaned tp get closer to me and I tried to not feel anything more than butterfly in the stomach.
"You keep approaching me, so don't play dumb and ask me what I've got to do with your games. I feel like I'm being used, Yasmin." His expensive scent and the way his lips moved made me weak. His glare was too much to contain.
I took one step away, but he immediately grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. He lifted my chin so I can stare back at the anger in his eyes.
"I'm talking to you. Don't even think of diverting the topic or walking away. Are you using me? What do you really want? My position?" He was paying so much attention to what I'll say but honestly, I can't think straight with his hands on my waist and chin.
"Maybe." I answered which soon mademe bite my lip. I removed his hand on my chin then I wrapped my hands around his neck. He was surprised.
"I wonder how it feels to be in your position, Dwight. But I prefer to be your possession instead. I hope it answers your question." I slowly moved away from him. He's still looking darkly into me.
"Will you let me in now?" My face is all heated.
"I don't need a spoiled brat in my life. Go home or go change your attire. I can see everything behind that white shirt and little piece of cloth covering your..." I didn't let him finish.
"I won't give up on you no matter how rude you are to me. And about my outfit, I'm free to wear whatever I want inside the campus because dress code is lifted for athletes after their training. You should know that better, Mr. President."
"That will be raised for immediate change next week. Go. I don't want you here." He put his right hand inside the pocket of his jeans and turned around to go inside. He left me there.
For a while, I was contemplating whether to go inside or really just go home. Then I decided to grab something to eat first before going back. Maybe if I want a little more, he won't be in the booth anymore. I am just curious how it looks knowing thta the fund is too high.
6 in the afternoon when I returned. There is only a few people walking around because the closing ceremony has started. I saw the secretary and finance officer inside.
"Hello!" I greeted them with a big smile.
"Wow. I thought you would never drop by. What took you so long?" Hermes, the finance officer, asked.
"I had a training for the whole week. How was your booth?" They offered me a seat.
"It did well. We were able to meet the profit set by Dwight." They looked at each other when he mentioned about his name.
"Uhm can I just ask one thing?" The secretary seemed excited and unsure at the same time.
"Yes of course. What is it?"
"Did Dwight really provided the money that you bid? It's kinda weird because he takes in-charge of the transaction for finance but it's still under your name. You are still the major sponsor the biggest booth this week." I also heard about that.
"The reason stays between me and Dwight, but yes it's his money." I was thinking maybe he knew that this event will be successful and so he would take the chance to earn. He's competetive in every situation.
It's the first time we're talking, but I can't sense any awkwardness. It helps that we are all seniors. We stayed there for another hour when the door opened.
Dwight stormed in with his forehead wrinkled. I thought he was in the closing ceremony. I sat straight to watch him.
"How was the closing ceremony? Do you need anything? You could have just called or texted us." Hermes asked.
"Why are you still here?" His voice was cranky when he reached for the black folder in the table where we were gathered.
"Y-you asked me to look after the booth..." Hermes answered.
"You." He looked down at me.
"I'll go with Hermes later. My house is along his way." Dwight's eyes went to Hermes.
"Aren't you staying late for the final report?" I thought he's giving me that temper exclusively, but I guess he's just always mad.
"That's due tomorrow afternoon. I can finish it at home." Hermes answered.
"Good. Then assist me in sending emails to all the participants regarding the documents that they have to submit by the end of next week. And we will also finalize the proposed projects for next month, I will be away starting on Monday so we don't have time. We'll probably be done around 10." He sounded so sarcastic while saying all of those.
"Can you wait until that time?" Now he's firing me the question.
If it's for him, I'll be willing to wait.
"No it's okay. I'll just take her home..."
"Thanks for the initial offer, Hermes. Maybe next week we can go home together. I'm sort of tired now from the week-long intesity training. Good luck on the things you need to finish." I stood.
I know Dwight is doing that because he didn't want me to get close with any of his officers. He thought I'd be stealing their support. I can read his mind really well.
"Congrats on the successful event, Dwight. Instead of making your colleagues work late, why don't you treat them? Bye." I winked at him.
Damn. His messy hair and tired eyes got me. How does it feel to hold him in my arms after a long day? He worked so hard and got the job done. I want to spoil him with compliments and assurance even he doesn't need it. He looks so proud all the time. He knows he does well in everything. And that's even more attractive.
He didn't give me an answer and to save me from the awkward situation, Ana said goodbye to me.
How long will you make me chase you, Dwight?
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