I don't understand why couples have to show their clinginess in public instead of keeping it in private. Why flirt in front of people? Is it necessary to show them kissing and hugging in public? Don't they know the word privacy?

I tossed the red straw into the milk tea I was drinking while my eyes was on the couple who almost lie down on the bench they were sitting on. The man is wrapping his hand around the woman's waist. If I'm not mistaken, the man's course is business management because I usually see him in our building. I’m just not sure what year he is. I just recognized his face because he's actually ... handsome.

Praising men isn't my thing. But this man ... he's an exception. I don't see him very closely but his height, white complexion, eagle -edged eyes and a smile on his lips are enough for me to say that he is handsome.

He looks good from afar. When he's near, more so. He's obviously a playboy. The woman he's with was too clingy. She sticks to him as if there's no tomorrow.

Biting the straw, I managed to sit up straight when I saw the man suddenly anchored his gaze on my direction. Our eyes locked with each other for a brief moment. He suddenly shot his brow up that made me pull away. I can feel the hair on my nape rise as embarrassment invaded me.

"I'm really stressed out there with Mr. Avila! Finance is really damn hard! My hair down there is starting to get bald because of him." Camille whimpered as my lips parted from biting the straw.

"Ew, Camille! You're not shaving? That's gross!" Amanda said, one of my constant companions as well. She pursed her lips after applying liptint.

"Sometimes! It's itchy and it's a bit distracting especially when I have a date. Haller! Do you imagine yourself scratching that part while you're on a date?" Camille hissed.

Amanda placed the liptint on the table and raised an eyebrow at Camille. "You can have it trimmed! That's okay. Don't you know that boys don't like thick pubic hair?"

Heat crept down my cheeks because of the topic the two were talking about. I may be a virgin but I'm not innocent when it comes to that.

"How did you know, Amanda?" I replied, curious as well.

She glanced at me and smiled cockily. "Based on experience, Ches."

Camille and I widened our eyes and looked at each other. I feel like same thoughts were running inside our heads. She pulled her gaze away and anchored it on Amanda.

"Don't tell me ... you already did it with someone?" Camille, still big -eyed.

Amanda smirked and continued patting her lips through her mini mirror.

"I can't see anything wrong with that. We'll eventually experience that so why take longer?"

"You're too young for that. You're just eighteen, Amanda. What if you get pregnant?" I asked.

She chuckled and shook her head. "That's not going to happen, Cheska. I'm using pills. Don't be killjoy! How about you? Do you have any experience?"

I blinked before shaking my head. "I don't have that in my mind yet, Amanda. I want to finish first before doing matured things like that. One more thing, if I do that, I want to do it with the man I'm going to marry."

Her face contorted at my answer. "Your ideas are too primitive! That's no longer the trend. Men and women nowadays are liberated. They prefer their partner with experiences. Men actually find virgin women a bit boring."

I pouted. I saw Camille staring at me while shaking her head. It's like she's telling me to ignore Amanda instead. I took a deep breath.

"I don't mind if I look boring. At least, I'll be proud of myself when he criticizes me about that. Just in case. Don't worry. I admire you for being so liberated.Just be careful, Amanda. You might get pregnant in no time."

Of our three friends, Amanda is the most vulgar and close when it comes to men. She's using her aggressiveness to catch every men's attention. With her round breast and huge bum, it isn't hard for her to have her way of flirting. Men can't even resist her. They knew that she's liberated and always game.

I suddenly turned my attention to the people I've been watching since I sat here in the cafeteria.

And there, I found the girl stealing kisess from the guy. And that man, he looks like he really loves what they're doing. The smirk on his face was giving him away.

Why are you affected, Mera Francheska? Can't you just mind your own business and leave them alone?

"Fine, Mother Cheska. Thank you for the reminder. Don't worry. I'll tell them to use a condom before they do me." Amanda chuckled that earned a groan from Camille.

I was just shaken by her answer. If I didn’t already know her attitude, I would definitely have felt awkward all throughout the time we're talking about it. Eversince I transferred here to continue my course, Camille and Amanda were the people who I got easily friends with. Camille and I have the same attitude while Amanda is the equivalent of us.

Some of the people I know said that I'm the most timid among these two. I seldome speak. I usually just listen to whatever they're talking about. Some even find me boring but that's fine. It's just not part of my character to talk when there's nothing important to tell.

That's what our mother taught us. My youngest sister and I had to grow up elegant and high in common sense. Quiet and sophisticated. Strict and perfectionist.

"Oh no! Don't talk about that. This afternoon, our varsity basketball team has a practice game. Let's watch, please!" Camille who is still kind of thrilled. I turned to them.

"I like that! I have a crush on them, you know. He's from the engineering department. All right, let's watch. It's just the last subject and I think we can catch up. What time is it?" Amanda asked Camille.

"4pm. Our last subject is over by that time. Cheska, you have to come with us, hmm? Don't tell me your driver will pick you up again?" Camille frowned.

I smiled. Maybe its okay if I come home a little bit late? I'm sure Mommy isn't home yet. Even my youngest sister Rian will be home by five.

"I can text the driver to pick me up by five." I answered.

They both clapped while smiling that made me smile, too. I unconsciously anchored my eyes on the wild couple and found the man staring at me. There's a cocky smirk on his face.

Why is he smiling at me? We don't even know each other. We just have the same course.

They suddenly stood up. The man looked back at me. He then locked his arm around the girl's waist and walked away from the place like it's their own kingdom.

Time flew so fast. Our last subject was over and we immediately went to the gym. I slung my bag over my shoulder and unbuttoned my brown colored and curly hair.

"Maybe you have a crush on one of the players there, right?" I teased Camille as we walk over there.

The sun poured its scorching rays down to us that made me narrow my eyes a bit. I heard Camille giggle.

"Yes, I have! I'll show you later."

"You're a simply a flirt." Amanda replied.

"At least, I'm still a virgin!"

I laughed at what Camille said.

Amanda groaned. "And at least I've tasted sex!"

I shook my head. That's how they talk but they never fight.

They just really love having a senseless argument.

"Hi, Cheska!" a senior from the engineering department greeted me.

"Hi, Ches!" the man he's with greeted, too.

I smiled and nodded at them. They were pushing each other and seemed even more embarrassed after I greeted them.

"You're really beautiful, Ches! Since you transferred here to school, most of the college boys have been talking about you. They say you look like a goddess especially your hair. It's naturally curly." said Camille.

I laughed. "They're just imagining it."

"Well, I have to accept that among the three of us, you're really the prettiest, Cheska."

I turned to her and smiled. "Thank you, Amanda. But you're sexier than me."

"Oh no. You're sexier than Amanda. You have a huge breast and tiny waist."

"You really are a bitch, Camille!" Amanda replied.

We all laughed along the way until we finally reached the gym. We saw the basketball players gathering on the side, obviously talking.

"It hasn't started yet ..." Camille said.

We looked for a bench to sit on. There were also some students from another building sitting on the bench, obviously also waiting for the game to start.

I looked at the players. Most of them are wearing jersey shorts. In the middle is what I think is their coach. I placed the bag over my thigh and silently watched them.

"Looks like they're having a meeting." said Amanda.

"Probably."

I sat up straight when I saw the players and their coach looking at our direction. Amanda and I glanced at each other.

"Why are they looking at us?" I asked and looked at the players again. My eyes widened a bit when I saw them walking towards us.

"Oh my! Looks like they're going here!" said Amanda.

I swallowed when a total of six men stopped in front of us. I blinked when I saw them all staring at me.

"W-Why?" I asked, confused.

"Hi! I'm the coach of our Basketball varsity. Are you Mera Francheska Monteverde?" he asked politely.

Hesitantly, I nodded. "I am."

They all smiled at me. The players were also staring at me which made me feel awkward.

"Our inter-college sportsfest are already approaching. Our varsity don't have a muse yet and I think you're the perfect one for that position."

My eyes widened as my head shook immediately. I can feel my blood crawling into my face making it hot.

"Oh no! No. I don't want that!"

"I can be your muse, coach! I know how to walk!" Amanda cheered.

I nodded. "Yes, just take her."

Their eyes turned to Amanda, as if they're studying it. She striked a pose but some of the players only chuckle.

"Coach, Cheska is the only girl that's perfect to be our muse. Look at her. No one can beat that." whispered a player but enough for me to hear.

"Oh, there's Captain. We'll let him choose because it looks like Coach hasn't decided yet." said one of the players again as their sight was on the entrance of the gym.

I looked at their line of vision. Sporting a black jersey short, plain white round neck shirt and white rubber shoes, I found a man jogging towards them. My eyes widened when I realized that it's the same man I saw in the cafeteria!

"Sorry, I'm late." he said, his voice raspy and deep.

"It's fine. We're not starting yet ..." their coach uttered. "By the way, Daniel, she's the woman our team wants to be the muse. What do you think? She doesn't want to agree because she looks shy but maybe you can ask."

From wiping his hair that was still damp, the man anchored his eyes on me and I suddenly felt even more conscious. The clarity of his dark eyes struck my mind with a sensation of a little bit of sexiness. It's a few more seconds when the edge of his lips turned upward, creating a sinister smirk on his God-like face.

"She's pretty. Too pretty actually. But she has no appeal to me. She won't pass." he said smirking as my whole neck and face warmed up!