24

Michael stood at the doorway, watching Melissa dance with her partner of the day. He never let anything distract him, he just stood still, watching all her moves, her passion for Ballet, and how she manage to keep fit, balance her weight on her toes, and still look so beautiful.




   Her brown eyes looked unique, adding to the lovely freckles covering her face, and her ponytail-packed red hair made her look like a character from a fairytale.




   He felt he won't have to let the perfect moment as he brought out his phone and began to video her. Making sure he was patient enough to wait till the end.




    He capture the way she let her body move freely like it was been held captive and controlled by the wind. He noticed the pleasant smile on her face as she looked into the eyes of her partner like she was in love with him. The smiles, the way her lips parted each time Jake trace his fingers on her skin.




    The look on Jake's face seemed inappropriate, he would stare at her lustfully, like she was a piece of cake. The way she seized the opportunity of caressing her legs and thighs made Micheal want to punch him in the face.




    He imagined using Jake as a punching bag, breaking his bones, most especially his fingers so he won't have to trace them on Melissa's body again. He even wished he could strangle Jake!




    "That's right" Dimitri's voice dragged him back to reality "I feel like you are going to win the competition kids, just work harder".




  Melissa's face was all Micheal could think about. The way she smiled, the way she seemed so happy, the way she kept hugging Jake as they had already won the competition without registration.




   "Hi Michael" She waved to him "What are you doing here? I thought you play piano".




   Michael grinned, he kept running his fingers through his already rough hair, avoiding the look on Melissa's face.




   "Are you shy?" She laughed "The Micheal that save me a months ago didn't look shy when he asked the bully to 'back off'".




   She grabbed her bag and shoes, took his left arm, and dragged him out of the dancing hall.




   "You are so incredible". He finally found his.




   Melissa blushed, she tuck invisible stray hair away from her face. She turned quickly, as she walked into the changing room.




   "At least 'thank you would have been nice" Michael smirked as she turned to look at him.




   She bit her lower lips, her cheeks turning darker shades of red. She felt like she should just run back to him, throw her arms around his neck and kiss him badly! His lips weren't helping issues.




   'gosh! He is so attractive' she thought.




  "Thanks" Micheal put both hands in his pocket "What! I heard what you just said".




   Embarrassment made her open her mouth wide open, she buried her face in her palms and attempt to walk away. Seeing it was a stupid idea and that she had already made fun of her self she rush into the changing room.




  Michael waited patiently, even though it took her almost centuries, he still had to wait.




   She was just so beautiful and meek, hopefully, she would have the heart of an angel. The way her cheeks change shades tempted him to grab her when she walked out and lay kisses all over her body.




    He just wants to hold her so delicately and calmly. Unlike many other girls he would sweet talk, he had this sudden respect for her that he wanted to make her his own and do whatever he want to do if she agreed.




   Thinking about being gentle, Micheal frowned slightly. He didn't want to let anyone see his weak side, or think of him as less of alpha as he had always been in the street and campus except his home.




   Or should he call it his house? Where he had to leave with his half brother before getting a rented apartment from his father.




    Thinking about them made him sick in the stomach, he just felt like killing them all, including his mother. The woman who had given birth to him and never cared about him for a Single Day.




     As a child, he had leaved with his grandma until he became ten and his grandma died of diabetes. For nine years he had been in the street, selling drugs, local arms, and picking pockets.




   It was even when he picked his father's pocket at Spain. He got caught, kidnapped, and was about to be tortured when news came that his mother was around to plead for him.




   The woman that he had never set his Hazel eyes upon for years came to his rescue. Later on, the woman claimed his jailer happen to be his father, the man that had ghosted her for all these years.




    The pain he had been through made his intestine knot. All the scars he has, the broken promises, the tattoos he gets each time he escaped from a dangerous mission.




    He was so deep in thought, getting mad over himself and everything he had done that made him weak.




   "Michael?". 




  The worry in her tone made his heart melt. The look on her freckled face as her red hair lay on her back made him want to hug her tightly and never let go.




  "Michael are you okay?" She touched him, very close to his left breast right under his shoulder.




   The touch jolted all the hormones in his body. Their eyes locked for a moment, currents transferring and affection developing.




   "Yes, I think I'm fine". He finally replied as she took her palm away from him.




   She smiled sheepishly, with her arms behind her, she walked towards the door.




   "I saw what you did" she smiled.




  Fear gripped him as he stared blankly at her red long beautiful hair. He feared she must have sensed his weakness or the fact that he was building affection for her or that she noticed the 'young man', trying to run out his trouser by pushing against his zip.




   He slowly crossed his hand to the front and place both palms on his zip area, covering the growing object.




   "I have no idea what you are talking about". He gave her a toothy grin. His left palm rubbed awkwardly on his neck while the right one secured the relaxing 'young man'.




   "I saw you take pictures of me dancing".




  "Oh!" He heaved a sigh of relief as he threw his left arm over her shoulders.

   "I couldn't let that wonderful moment pass, so I did a short video of you and posted it on my social media page".




    "Why!" She panicked "I have never done it before".




  "So how do you run your social media account?".




  Melissa chuckled "I just post memes, my favorites celebrities, red kinds of stuff, things I wish I could have, and my friends". 




   Her voice lowered when she said the word friends, she looked away as she wipe the droplet of tears flowing freely from her eyes. 




   No matter how wrong the choice she made was, she still wouldn't let her pride realize her mistake. Deep down she miss them, she wished she could call them, hang out, take pictures of them to post on her status, and kiss Molly again.




   She misses Molly so much, she tried to imagine she was in a deep coma or a long sleep. She couldn't contain the pain again, even no matter how many times she told herself she was over it, she still wouldn't stop crying each night she cry over their pictures together.




  "That's nice," Micheal said "Haven't you tried posting your own pictures before?".




   Melissa felt thankful Micheal didn't notice her mood swing, she wasn't even in the mood to explain any shit to him.




   "Would think about that". Was her bored reply.




   Suddenly, a car drove and stopped ahead of them, at first melissa thought they must have been in some sort of trouble. She didn't wait to think well, she just rushed behind Micheal and held his cloth tight.




   "Hush" Michael laughed "That's Luciano, my chauffeur".




  Melissa smiled and waved at Luciano who returned it with a sweet smile and a nod.

   

  'gosh! Why do I keep meeting hot guys' she thought.




   She stepped aside as Micheal opened the door for her.




  "Hop in, let me take you home". Michael pushed her gently inside.




   Without struggling she stepped in, she didn't know why but she just step in.

    "I no longer live there," she said as Micheal told Luciano the wrong address "I moved out weeks ago".




   She told Michael the address to her new apartment as they drove off.




   All through the drive, they talked about things they have an interest in. Like how Micheal loves rap and countryside music but decided to dump rap because his father wanted him to. He also talks about how he preferred to stay alone all day or stay with her all day then be with his family.




   She noted that he doesn't really like his family just like her.




   It didn't take long before they reached melissa's apartment. Before she could come down, Micheal had already opened the door for her.




   "Always pretending to be a gentleman" She giggled, she nudge him.




   "Ouch! That hurts" he pretended "You are as strong as brave with your red hair and tiny nose".




   Melissa placed her palm on her chest, also pretending to be surprised "Omg! Did you just call me the red hair with a tiny nose?".




  "You said that yourself".




  "But you said something close to that" melissa pressed the number eight in the elevator "That's it. I'm kidnapping you".




  "I will gladly hand over myself to the most beautiful girl in the world" He smirked as he noticed melissa's red face "I am all yours already".




  Melissa groaned as she turned the handle of her door and it opened.




   "What's wrong dear?" Michael asked concerned.




   "My roommate is home" she pushed the door open.




   If it was her roommate it would have been better, she and Micheal had to be welcomed by the worst person on earth.




   "Hello, half brother" Williams grinned.