Chapter 7 Catch by Him

Bettany said he's in love with someone and I made them break up. Did they get back together? I was not around for more than a year, maybe they got back together or he's with someone else now.

No! Stop Georgina. You should not think like that. I should not meddle on his affairs. I did before and he almost file a restraining order on me.

"Hey!" I called him.

He looks up surprised to see me.

His gaze is hypnotizing. He's like looking straight into my soul. It's intimidating.

"Catch!" I throw the mango at him but it hit his head!

Yikes!

"Aw! What was that for?" He asked looking pissed while rubbing his head. That must have hurt.

Slow reflexes.

"I'm sorry, you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. What are you doing up there?" He asked looking up at me.

"Picking mangoes," I answered. "Will you please look for a ladder I'm going down," I asked while trying to step down on the branches. When I look back at him, I saw him checking on me. I wore a tight shirt and high waist leggings. His eyes are on my ass. He look away when I saw him.

Hmm. Like what you saw? He may hate me but I'm still a woman with curves and a nice-looking ass.

"How did you get yourself there?" He asked.

"I climbed."

"You climb up there but you can't go down?" He asked then smirked at me. He looks amused. He kinda looks cute when he smiles.

"It's easy to climb up but it's hard to go down. I need a ladder." I said in an exhausting voice.

"I saw ladders on the way here but the old folks are using them." He explained.

There are no more mangoes on these trees and I'm dripping with sweat. I need to go down.

"Will you just get Simon for me? He'll catch me. He's really strong. He's over there."

I pointed in Simon's direction.

He pouted his lips and crossed his eyebrows. He's a little annoyed.

"I can catch you." He answered.

This guy hates me. Why would he help me? Then I remember his face when he was hit by the mango.

I tried to hide my smile but he caught me.

"Are you laughing at me?" He asked looking annoyed.

"You can't even catch a mango. And you might get hurt." I answered resisting to laugh.

"I was caught off guard, okay? You just suddenly throw that mango at me. Come on, let go then I'll catch you." He said in a defensive tone.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes!" He answered impatiently.

I let myself fall to him and he caught me good. His arms wrap around my body and my arms on his broad shoulder. Our faces are inches away and I tried to look away from him while I can feel his warm breath on my cheeks. He smells so good. In that very short moment, I felt something inside me I can't explain.

"I told you." He said in a proud tone as he put me down.

"Thank you."

Gosh. I'm so wet with sweat. I must have smelled bad.

"What are you doing here by the way?" I asked while picking mangoes on the ground. He followed the same while glancing at me.

"My father brought me. Your dad called him. Your dad told us this is your idea. I didn't know you, volunteer?" He asked. His eyes searching for an answer.

"It's my first time," I said.

"It's nice that you're doing this for the kids." He uttered.

"Thank you."

"So.. you don't remember me?" He asked.

I nodded.

He was about to speak again when Simon arrived.

"Simon."

"We're done on the trees in the north miss."

"That's good! Thank you, Simon."

Simon nodded. We finished the harvest before lunch. Dad ordered lunch for all of us and we all ate in my grandma's dining room. All had fun and laughed. Dad introduced me to his friends and he proudly told them how I volunteered in the orphanage and my idea to donate the money earned from the harvest to the kids. I also met Gin's dad Enrique and he's a kind man. He looks like an older version of Gin.

"You used to follow Gin around. You even worked together in the mall before. I heard from Cherry you got into a fight and you don't talk anymore." Mr. Enrique asked.

Dad left us on the balcony while others were inside.

"Yes. I was mean to him." I admitted.

"Gin is a nice boy. He gets mad easily but he always cares and forgives. Don't worry." Mr. Enrique said.

Our parents don't know what I did and I can't remember and understand why I did those things. They would hate me if they know how awful I was especially to Gin. I can't even believe he's still speaking with me after all the things I did to him. I even hate myself for being a bad person.