Chapter 67: Damian the Poet

                       ***Damian the Poet***

Cynthia And the other members of the were among the few students that the principal sent to go get some things needed for the swimming competition. I actually realized how big the competition will be, a lot was been put in for the preparation of the competition.

"I did, I saw you dear. I was staring at you, but you didn't notice, wait o, won't you call me to a sit?"

"Why are you even standing there looking at me that way? You know I don't own this class, so, you can sit down anywhere you want, you don't need my permission... Ehmm... What's that your name again? And as see you can see I'm writing." 

So I said and I pointed her to an empty chair in the class.

"Hmm... I'm Beatrice, Well, I'm here to tell you that many people are gathered at the poolside; thought I'd see you there too."

"Why? Why are they there? What's happening there?" 

I asked nonchalantly.

"What is going on there? Are you serious? What else could be there? People are practicing and we all wish to see our sexy Merman..."

"Geez! Don't mind me, please... Seriously I'm beginning to develop cold feet about all this swimming of a thing."

As I was still speaking, mom's voice rang in my ear;

"You must never swim or go into any water... The day you do that day you might die, so please my love, for the sake of the both of us, don't ever do these things."

That was my mom's favorite advice to me. she has never failed to seize any opportunity she finds to give me this advice.

"Damian Darling, Damian..." 

Beatrice called flapping her hand to catch my attention. I woke from my bed of thoughts instantly. To find her sitting right beside me.

"What is your problem honey? You seem lost, what were you thinking of?" 

She asked, looking curious.

I shook my head, looking a little confused. On seeing me shake my head, she used her hand to rub my shoulder.

When I notice her soft hand on my shoulder, I quickly opened my writing for her to see it plainly, maybe it will make her stop, but it never worked I rather got an unexpected reaction.

"Awwn... So you are also a poet, who is that poem for? For me?"

She asked now holding me like she wanted to hug me, pressing those boobs that are partly open against me. I so wished she understood the kind of look I gave her she said this. But it is quite a shame that she is a shameless girl, the level of her shamelessness will not permit her to see the gesture I'm giving her.

"Beatrice, right? This poem is for my girlfriend Cynthia, and I believe that you know her already. So, look at it, do you think she will like it?"

I said again, I just want to piss her off and leave me be, but this Beatrice is one hell of a stubborn one.