Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

“What’s wrong?” I finally asked as we entered the car.

After starting the car Frederick spoke “What?”

“I said what’s wrong Frederick?” I said once more.

He smiled but it was obviously fake “I don’t know why you think something is wrong cause everything is absolutely fine”

I hardened my gaze “You mother may have fallen for it, but I won’t. Now tell me what’s wrong”

“You’re not letting this go anytime soon are you?” Immediately he spoke I remembered that those were the same words I said to him in the past. It’s funny how this time it’s reversed.

“No. Now talk”

With a smirk he spoke “Well isn’t someone being a little bossy today” the intensity of my glare made him to sigh.

“Fine. Since you want to know soo badly, I’ll tell you” Finally.

“I heard two of you” he began “about when my dad died and how it affected me in the past” oh.

“I know it’s generally known as a bad habit to eavesdrop” he sighed switching off the car “But as I was coming back I heard my mom telling you about my dad and all”

“Though it was not her place and all to tell you about ‘my’ past, I’m quite glad she did. Because God knows I wouldn’t have. I’ve actually been wanting to tell you but I’d always chicken out at every single turn. I mean nobody would want to tell another person about their shitty past. Cause trust me, my past was indeed very shitty” After listening to all that Frederick said I finally spoke.

“Frederick remember when you told me you cared about me?” The expression on his face clearly stated that he didn’t understand why I was bringing that up at the moment.

“It was practically today I told you that, of course I remember” A confused frown still placed on his face.

“Well just as you care about me Frederick, I care about you. I don’t know when it started but I do” Finally saying it out was like a breath of fresh air. Although Frederick looked slightly shocked. Only slightly though.

I continued either ways “So anything that you want to talk to me about, even if it’s about….. how did you put it again…. your ‘shitty past’ I will listen, and definitely without judging you or anything of that sort. Trust me”

“I know you obviously won’t judge me” Frederick chuckled “The thing Amanda is I do trust you. Even more than I wish I did”

“Then what were you afraid was going to happen?” I asked with a combination of frustrated confusion.

“I was afraid that if I told you. You would give me the look you’re presently giving me” He gestured to my eyes.

I frowned “What look?”

“You have that sorry look on your face” He sighed out. “I don’t need you to feel sorry for me Amanda. A lot of people have been feeling sorry for me almost all my entire life, I don’t want you adding to the list” He chuckled, but there was definitely no humor in it.

“Sorry” I mumbled.

“No need to apologize Amanda. it’s frankly not your fault in anyway, that’s the first thing anyone in your place would do”

“Yeah, I guess” what all I could mutter.

“So is there anything else that’s bothering you?” I asked squinting my eyes a little at him.

He smiled “Yeah that’s all” It was obvious as day that he was lying from the forced smirk on his face. I didn’t really want to push it, so I just let it be. I seriously wanted to pester him, but he looked like he really didn’t want to talk.

“Oh okay” With a glimmering fake smile of my own I said. After that Frederick started the car once more and then we drove off.

It absolutely slipped my mind that the next day was another day of school. With everything that happened yesterday it was very plausible that I forgot. I didn’t even have the time to dread school the next day because a lot of things were on my mind.

I’m sure you’re wondering why I used the word ‘dread’. To be actually honest, school wasn’t all that bad, even before I met Frederick it really wasn’t, save for the bullying in school I actually…. enjoy the place teenagers called hell. I really loved learning. Homeworks, tests, quiz and exams were the normal things students desperately hated to the very core, but I thought different about that.

God I’m ranting too much I know. Now back to what I was saying, ‘dreading’ Yeah. I was dreading school tomorrow because after the stunt Frederick pulled on the schools PA system I didn’t know how people were going to take it. I didn’t go back to class yesterday after lunch break was over, Courtesy of my dear fiance Frederick, so I wasn’t able to see how my classmates took to the news.

So I was presently walking through the lengthy hallway of Qatass academy, staring straight forward making sure my eyes doesn’t come in contact with any of the students standing in the hallway. They all stared at me, I didn’t need to see it to know that they were staring, I could feel their stares from different angles. It was almost suffocating.

It seemed that only staring at me wasn’t enough for them, so they started whispering.

A girl tapped her friend and said “Guy, I’m still shocked from what Frederick said yesterday. I can’t believe that ‘She’ is his fiancee. I mean he could do a lot, and I mean a lot better” okay first of all ouch, that entered. And another thing that was paining me was that it was a junior that said that. I really wish I could put her in her place, sure Frederick had helped me gained a little confidence, but I didn’t have ‘that’ much confidence yet.

I ignored every whisper, every crude side remark, everything. I was already seeing my classroom in view making me to slightly increase my pace. I know it’s a common saying that we should always face our problems head on and not run away from them but I personally highly disagree with that, I feel like it’s better to use your God given head and run away from problems you don’t have the power to fix at a time so that there can always be a next time for you to have gained enough confidence to face that particular problem.

As I was closely approaching my class a slight grin took over my features. Don’t get me wrong I knew that there was another problem waiting for me in class and all but I do believe it’s better sitting down than standing up when people misguidedly judge you. That makes me seem lazy I know.

Just like every other time that I get my hopes up it was instantly crushed just as fast. The view of my classroom door was blocked by somebody, not just anybody though by the one and only Silver. Strangely I have actually missed her presence. She hasn’t disturbed me once since the beginning of this week which I also found strange. But I guess the announcement Frederick said yesterday was all what she needed to resume her old job.

“You” The distain in her voice was clearer than the sun by day and the moon by night. I knew that if anyone were to step up and talk…. well more like insult me… directly it would be her, and I guess my thoughts were accurate.

“Yes Silver” I replied back in a bored tone. Honestly this was getting old, I was already tired of it.

Her gaze hardened at my tone “Careful Amanda, don’t test me”

I was really and I mean really not in this mood for this soo early in the morning “Can we not do this now, maybe later?” Though my words came out somewhat sarcastic, I was actually dead serious. You see I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, my thoughts were all over the place.

“You’re feeling like something now abi?” I really did not know why she was this angry. Because of a boy? Seriously girls fight over the pettiest things. It’s not like he was her personal property or something. Arrant nonsense if you ask me.

She continued “I knew you were a gold digger the first day I laid my eyes on you. I don’t know how you got engaged to Frederick but I assure you his eyes will be opened wide soon, to see you for the low life you are” After all she had said I began to wonder if Silver was to be in a mental institution. The girl honestly talked crazy. In the first instance she personally knew I wasn’t a gold digger, not even that, I didn’t ‘need’ to be one sef. My parents were wealthy, if I may use the word. Infact, my Father were recently named one of the richest man in AfAmanda, so there would really be no sense in me being a gold digger.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

I didn’t respond to her words instead I tried to pass around her but as she saw this, if it was possible she intensified her glare and then rose her hand obviously to slap me but I saw it coming so I already rose a hand to try and hold it but before I did another hand already caught her hand for me.

“I do believe I made it perfectly clear yesterday that if anyone soo much as hurt or even touch a strand of hair on my fiancée that person will have hell to pay” I was surprised to see Frederick standing in all his tall glory above me, apparently he was the one that caught Silver’s hand.

“Didn’t I?” he stressed out cocking his head slightly too the side. And even though a hard gaze was in his eyes my stupid heart still did that nonsense thing of skipping a beat. Nawa o what kind of thing is this? Is this how it will be doing anytime I see the boy.

I was very surprised to see Frederick and no it’s not because he appeared out of nowhere like a knight in shining armor. But because the boy hardly came early to school so It was quite a shocker.

It was then I saw Funke and Fatima they were apparently here also just that they were standing all the way back. I wonder why they weren’t backing up Silver like they normally did.

Silver began to shutter, she probably didn’t expect Frederick’s sudden appearance “I-I… I di-d”

“Save it I don’t want to hear it” Frederick cut her short. This was the first time I’ve seen Frederick be soo impolite to another person, he looked all sorts of angry. To the mere eyes he looked calm, but if you look closely and observe him you could notice his locked jaw and and his slitted eyes.

He wanted to say more when I stopped him. I could feel a headache coming up from my lack of sleep, I really just wanted to rest my head somewhere. I grabbed his hand and muttered.

“Please just leave it. Let’s just go” As I dragged him I wasn’t exactly expecting him to follow me soo freely but he did. Although instead of me leading him to the classroom like I had wanted he was the one dragging instead to a opposite direction of our classroom.