Chapter 17: The Savior
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Ugh! I know this was some sort of embarrassing, but I was left with no choice. This is do it and get out or don’t do it and stay locked up.
Sighing, I garnered my braveness. I walk toward the window overlooking the open field, separating the club building to the school’s gymnasium.
It was such a relief that the football club was now starting their training, I mean, I am not sure. Maybe they were also having a try out by actually holding an actual game with the rookies.
“Stephennnnnnnn!” I called out once I spotted their team captain. We’re both club president and we see each other more often than some of his teamaates that I knew, so I guess it would be more convenient to ask him for assistance instead.
Plus, I bet he will not ignore my charm and allure. ‘Sham, what are you thinking just now?’ my mind intercepted. Right? What am I thinking? This is no time to involve my petty feelings on this matter.
Some of this teammates were able to hear me and tap him to look at my direction. I waved my hand in the air to appeal on their vision more easily. I am at the top most layer of a five storeys building.
“I am locked upppppppp!” I shouted but they do not seem to understand it will. I immediately grab some pen and paper and write my situation and then, threw it on them.
His team member picked it up and handed it to him. Great! Now, they got my message. I sat on my table and waited for someone to come up.
After quite some time, I heard footsteps coming, getting louder and louder as it approaches. I ran over the door.
“Shamcey hand me over the spare key,” the familiar masculine voice from outside said. I am ten billion percent not mistaken on identifying who the owner of the voice was. OMG! I could feel my cheeks burning.
He really did come.
“Right here, Stephen,” I said as I slid the key on the floor. After some clicking sound, the door was finally opened.
“T-Thank you,” I thanked as I received the key he was offering back to me. Gsoh! He is really oozingly handsome with his six’ one’’ height, bulky chest and muscles and dark tanned skin. He’s so hot as hell!
Pushing aside my girliness fantasy, I switched into my club president mode. We walked over the exclusive elevator and I press my thumb in it to operate.
He was real dead quiet as the door closes, making me oblige to open up a conversation to lighten up the atmosphere. “I didn’t expect it was you who will be coming...” I started. ‘Come one Sham, it was his name that you called out in the first place,’ my mind reminded, which I chose to dismiss.
“I mean, you were quite busy on your practice, but you did come personally. I sincerely thank you for that.” I was looking at his face reflected on the stainless wall of the elevator but I can see no single emotion in it.
Alright. He was indeed the coldest emperor of Montreal. But why can’t he at least try to play loose a little just like the basketball team captain, Giovanni Hunters.
“No problem. I heard from my sister that today would be the try out in your club so I assume you are in a hurry,” he said and pointed out in his thumb, reminding me of the especial access all club president was given to use the exclusive elevator, ordinary students were not allowed.
Hell yeah! He came personally because of that. Somewhat, somehow, I felt a pang of disappointment.
Of course, he doesn’t have a choice but to come. His subordinates would probably be dead tired to come here through feet paper alone on the long ascending staircases. Montreal High was still a developing school, that’s why access on high end technologies was still limited for use.
Not long after, we hit the base floor. Bidding my goodbye, I literally ran toward the gym. And to may surprised when I met some of the girls wearing cheerdance outfit exiting the gym. I asked one of them and they explained the thing on me.
Like what the hell was with Ayesha?
Why would she set the standard so high when we have a lot of freshmen aspirants?
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