Chapter 39 - THIRTY NINE
- HAZEL -
I got the role I wanted. Heck, I got an even better role.
I don’t get to do anything. All I need to do is sit down and watch my course mates train their asses off.
I tried to hide my excitement. This is a different kind of bliss! I feel like heaven is on my side. A brunette-blonde walks towards me with a covered plastic cup and a straw. "Here locker girl. Chocolate milkshake."
It’s him. The brunette-blonde.
My cheeks burned when I saw him hold the cup to me. I tried to cover my blush with my hair by shaking my head gently to the sides as I reach my hand up to take it. "Thank you." I said. I removed the paper surrounding the straw and dug it in the center of the plastic cup’s cover.
My eyes rolled back in my socket as I had the first sip. I fucking love chocolate and everything made with chocolate, except dark chocolate of course, but who doesn’t? I kept on drinking. I feel refreshed already.
Although the brunette-blonde has been with me all day, he hasn’t told me his name. He’s not even interested in knowing mine, he just calls me ’locker girl’ which is totally understandable considering I met him in the male locker room.
"This!" I took another sip and gulped. "This tastes so freaking divine. Thank you so much! I could literally rip my heart out and hand it over to you right now." I said and resumed sucking on my straw like my life depends on it.
"Really? Then give it to me, locker girl." The brunette-blonde said. He was already standing in front of me, but now, he moves his head lower to face me directly. Was that a flirt?
I felt my face flush with embarrassment. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hop on the next pretty, muscular, gentle man that is nice to me easily, but there’s just something intriguing about this man.