First of all I dedicate this chapter to , happy belated birthday darling and this chapter is for you😁. I hope you will enjoy it^^

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" What are you doing? "

I jumped and turned around. He raised his eyebrows and gave me an evil smirk; like he just caught the kid who stole his chocolates. But why does he always smirk at me? Without bothering to answer him, I turned away from him and started walking towards the opposite direction, obviously not knowing where I'm going.

Arghhh... he must be thinking that I'm a stalker.

"Hey Rebecca, wait up."

I stopped on my tracks and faced him. Did he just call me Rebecca or was I dreaming? I wasn't dreaming right? My name sounded so perfect, when it came through his lips.

My eyes widened realizing what I just thought.

"Geez Becca, snap out of it. He's a jerk. You must be day dreaming."

I shook my head and started walking, but my feet immediately stopped, as when I looked up he's right in front of me. My eyes got stuck in his chest. I could clearly see his six pack and like I told before, he's hot. Maybe not so much as Andrew.

I looked up to see his face, while taking a step back as he's taller than me. And again, he's giving me that mischievous smirk of his.

"Doesn't he get tired smirking at me?"

"No, I don't, Rebecca."

My eyes widened realizing that I said it out loud. Shit. So embarrassing. So using this chance I asked, feeling if I didn't speak up things are gonna get awkward,

"So, any reason why are you always smirking? Specially to me?"

He gave out a chuckle and said,

"Specially ah? Maybe that's cause, I always see you checking me out?"

"No I'm not."

I'm not right? Or am I? Gosh, this is so embarrassing.

"Yes, you are."

"No. I'm. Not."

He started laughing and casually leaned to the wall and said,

"Yes, you are. Just admit it, Rebecca. "

I let out a groan, obviously admitting my defeat. 

"If you weren't so cool, I wouldn't have to check you out," I muttered.

"Oh! Really?"

Cmon.. why does he have sharp ears even? Is pretending not to hear is so hard? So ignoring his question I asked,

"You like singing?"

He started laughing and did a dramatic action by wiping his fake tears.

"You hurt me, darling. Are you always this good at avoiding questions?"

"Just shut up and answer"

He shook his head laughing and said,

"Feisty aren't we? For you question, yeah. Music is my passion. When I sing I feel like I'm in a different dimension. By the way I'm pretty good aren't I?"

Now it's my turn to laugh,

"Hot boys and their egos. Well, I'll admit that you are pretty good," I said and looked at his face.

But he wasn't smiling, instead he kept staring at me.

"What?"

"Did you just call me hot?"

Dude, you only have to act like you didn't hear it. I let out a sigh and started walking, totally ignoring his question. But to my surprise he kept following me.

"Don't you have anything else to do?"

"Nop", he said popping the 'p' like a kid.

I turned around and started walking backwards, so I could keep pointing questions at him.

"Why are you following me?"

"Cause I'm bored."

"Shouldn't you be somewhere else?"

"No. But... hey, look out!"

My eyes popped out and before I could even look back and blink, my foot slipped. Then only I saw I was standing on the edge of the stairs. I could feel my heart beating fast and I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to come. Then I  suddenly felt the warmth of a broad hand around my waist and I bumped into a hard chest.

And for the first time since I met him when I opened my eyes, my heart beat thousand times.....