In Loving You

It's been two years since I married Warren. As time passes by our feelings for each other deepens. Warren is still the same as before we got married, he is sweet, charming, and humble. He is the man of my dreams and more than anyone could ask for. I am so blessed to have him. Although, he always insists that he is more blessed for having me.

We have known each other since we were in high school. He’s a jock, I'm a nerd. It’s a typical love story like how you watch it in the movies or read in romance novels.

I still clearly remember the day we first met. I was sitting at the school’s basketball court beside Ivy, who was my best friend up until now. Ivy had a crush on him and the reason why I was there with her was because Ivy dragged me across the campus so that she won’t look like a crazy stalker watching Warren practice playing basketball by herself.

Warren is famous because he is rich, handsome, and kind. He’s a part of the basketball varsity, the campus crush and even the school’s student president. Every girl is head over heels with him but I was different. I wasn’t like those girls who drool over him and is always updated about what is happening in his life.

I swear, he even had a fan club before who always cheer for him during basketball tournaments and sell shirts, mugs and other things with his face printed on them.

Despite of his looks, charm and popularity, he never took advantage of what he had and didn’t play with the other student’s feelings. He’s a gentleman and a nice person.

Yes, Warren is perfect but unlike any other girls I didn't fall for him but I do find him cute. I guess the reason why I wasn’t attracted to him like the other girls was because I was too focused with my studies for my scholarship. I had to maintain my grades to remain in that school because my family can’t afford the prestigious school that I’m in.

I had no time for boys and looking for the most attractive guy in school. I have enough problems for myself. Besides, my best friend has a crush on him. It would be a disaster if I’ll fall in love with him too.

I wasn’t even paying attention to their practice match when I was accompanying Ivy at the school’s basketball court. I was busy reading a book at that time which I found very hard to do because of the sound of the ball squeaking as it touches the surface of the court ground. Every time the players would shout at each other, I would have to reread the lines in the book because they always steal my attention and I’d lose my mind from the book.

It all started in an accident. Warren threw the ball and someone blocked it making it bounce sidewards and fly towards my face. I yelped when the ball hit me right through my face.

Ivy was so worried and I felt dizzy at the hard impact. It was like everything turned quiet, but I could hear faint sounds of people talking. I could also feel a hot liquid trickling down my face. When I touched it I saw blood in my hands. I don’t know if it was coming from my nose or my head because my whole face hurts so much.

Our meeting was so terrible and I will never find it sweet or romantic unlike everyone. I looked like a mess with blood trickling down my face while Warren looked hot with his sweat dripping down his hair.

Warren ran to me and asked me if I was okay. I couldn’t form a proper response so I groaned because my face hurts so much.

I was stunned when he carried me bridal style into our school clinic. I was frozen solid at what he did and I didn’t know how to react. I just covered my blushing face like an idiot. My heart was beating so fast and I don’t know if he noticed his effect on me or not. I could also feel his muscular body on my skin sending shivers down my spine. Not knowing what to do I just stayed silent and prayed that he won't sense how nervous I am.

Luckily, the blood wasn’t that serious and I only got a minor bruise on my forehead but still, Warren kept on saying how sorry he is. I was okay and I know the whole thing was an accident, but he’s too kind to feel so guilty about it.

After he went out, Ivy kept on shrieking and asking me stupid things like how he smells like or what I felt under his shirt. I couldn’t answer her questions because it reminds me of him carrying me and it makes me feel flustered. So, I pretended that I was feeling unwell.