Chapter 11 Possessive Roomie
Xavier’s Point of View
Alan is bad… no, bad is an understatement; he is horrible at this game.
Considering that he is relatively shorter and smaller than the rest of us, they used their bigger body as an advantage to him, and he was barely able to make any hits.
And the other team noticed he seemed to be our only weakness, so they attacked him physically with the ball, most especially Christian, that evil son of a bitch—aggressively spiking the ball towards him.
Sometimes he is unable to block, and the ball hits his face directly.
I felt slightly bad for him and I tried to block if I can, but our position on the court makes it difficult to intervene sometimes; I knew he was a girl, falling on him yesterday confirmed my suspicion, his chest was incredibly soft, despite being so flat, so I guess there must be a way, he is hiding his breast so skillfully.
I didn’t do it intentionally; it was only a coincidence, and I was surprised myself. I also didn’t expect my body to react in the way that it did, and it made me ashamed.
Alan grabbed his shin, his ass hanging in the air, and my eyes flickered away from the slender waist that was now glaringly feminine.
I think he probably sprained his ankle while he went after the ball. I walked towards him.
“We are going to change sides now.” I started in a small voice, he glanced up at me, his eyes went wide, and he stumbled back. “Why did you play when you don’t know how to?”
He opened his mouth, about to speak, when he was interrupted sharply.
“The team is going to lose because of you.” Shepherds joined us; his eyes were narrowed at Alan. “Why did Mr. Mattew even ask you to join our team? He said you’re new, not completely useless at it. Do you even know what you’re doing?”
“I am sorry, I have never played volleyball before.” He apologized almost immediately, his eyebrows drawing together.
“We don’t have any hopes of covering for the gap, all because you don’t know how to hit the ball properly.” Shepherds seemed a little harsh to me, so I stepped in.
“He already apologized,” I stated, and Shepherd’s brown eyes flickered towards me, glaring at me now. “This is his first time playing. You shouldn’t be so hard on him. Apart from that, he didn’t ask to join; Mr. Matthew put him in here.”
“I dare you to say it again when he makes the team lose.”
“There is nothing wrong with losing once,” I answered, and then Shepherds walked away from us. Alan bit down on his lips.
And I stared down at his lips, my heart froze in my chest. Whenever he does something like that, I am barely able to resist the urge to pull out the lip with my thumb.
“Thank you.” His cheeks flushed again, unwilling to meet my eyes. “I will try to do better this time.”
“It’s not rocket science,” I snapped at him. “It’s just a freaking game, dodge the ball if you can’t block it, don’t stay there and let it hit you like an idiot.”
He just stood there, staring at me with wide innocent eyes, and I felt an uncomfortable stiffness in my chest. I am not usually like this to anyone; I don’t feel this strange need to actively worry for another person.
It’s suffocating. I was about to walk away when his soft voice stopped me.
“I was wondering if you could show me how to play later.” He was still talking when the ball suddenly hit him in the face, and in an instant, he fell to the ground, bleeding from the nose. My eyes snapped in the direction the ball came from, and there I found Christian and some other guys from the other team, laughing.
“Xavier, toss the ball over here,” Christian yelled, laughing.
I glanced down at Alan, who was struggling to stand, and it felt as if my blood was set ablaze. I marched towards him.
“What did you do that for?” I asked, getting in front of him, and the rest of the team noticed that a fight was about to break out, and they rushed towards us.
“I didn’t see him,” Christian muttered, and the dismissal in his tone seemed to irritate me even more.
“Guys, calm down.” Shepherds started as he placed a hand on my chest, as if stopping me from advancing any closer to Christian. “Xavier, please, it’s a game.”
“We are not even in the game yet. Why did he throw the ball?” I queried, and almost immediately, Alan rushed towards us, his eyes red, and his other hand covering his bloody nose.
“Xavier, I am fine.” He answered, and my eyes narrowed. “I’m sure it’s only an accident.”
But it isn’t an accident, Christian is intentionally picking on Alan, I am sure of it. I have no idea why he was doing this, but it annoyed me.
I held Shepherd’s hand, pulled it away from my chest, and I stepped further, my chest only inches away from Christian’s.
“This will be the last time I warn you.”
“Or what?” he raised an eyebrow at me, and before I could gladly tell him what I would do to his pretty face, Alan grabbed my arms.
“Please stop this.” He begged. “Take me to the clinic, please.”
He grabbed my arms and dragged me along with him while apologizing to the rest of the players. I wrenched my arms out of his grip.
“I can walk,” I grumbled under my breath, but instead of the clinic, he walked back to the dorm room. “Are you not going to the clinic anymore?”
He shook his head.
“The bleeding has stopped,” He smiled. “I will just clean up my nose, and we can continue the game.”
“No.” I shook my head. “You’re not going back there; you will stay in the dorm room and rest.”
I paused for a while, because that sort of sounded so commanding, but I am not going to allow him to go back there only to be injured and tortured by Christian.