Stella Melania is a twenty-year-old college student who begins her first day at Ateneo. She was born and raised in America alongside her two younger brothers
until one day their parents decided to separate, and it's the reason why she has to go back...
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" and where you're going? " Diane asks as we both walk out of the library together
I was holding a few books in my arm and I face her
" To find Dwight " I replied.
She went silent before a smirk formed on her lips and she raised her eyebrow at me
" May ng yari ba sainyo nung isang gabi? " She asks and crosses her arms in her chest. When I heard the question, I faked a gag
" Ew, wala noh " I replied
" Then why you're looking for St Dwight? " Diane asks again. Using the nickname that half of the people call Dwight
" Mag papasalamat lang, hinatid niya ako pauwi," I said.
Diane and I said goodbye and part in our ways. I walked around the campus to look for Dwight, I thought I'd easily gonna find him with girls in the hallway but to my surprise. I can't find him
Absent ba siya?
Impossible. I continued walking around the university, I wanted to ask some of the students if they saw Dwight anywhere, pero nakakahiya naman.
Half of the students saw us fight in the hallway a few days ago.
After a few minutes, nasakit na Paa ko kakalakad kung saan saan para lang mahanap siya. I was thinking of just going back to Diane and messaging him in messenger
I looked around where was and I didn't realize kung san na ako nakarating, I took a few more steps in the staircase until I heard something crash on the floor
I froze
" Get up! "
I flinched when hearing how deep and dominant Dwight's voice was when he shouted.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and felt my nervousness rise, I quietly took more steps to see what was happening
My eyes widened when I saw the scene. A guy was lying on the floor, crying in pain as Dwight watched him, while his hand was in a ball of fist
Two guys rushed and helped the guy, they left in a rush, scared because of Dwight.
Shivers ran down my spine, but then I noticed that Dwight placed his hand on his lower stomach, he tried to walk but nearly tripped on the floor. It was obvious he was In pain.
He sat on the stairs and I didn't hesitate to rush to him.
Noticing the cut in his lip, and in the side of his forehead. Dwight looks up to me, catching his breath
" What the fuck are you doing here? " He growls.
Few of his black hair was covered in sweat, because of the black t-shirt he was wearing, and his muscular tattooed arms showed. But I wasn't afraid
I stood and placed the books on the stairs, grabbing my small medkit inside my bag
" You're hurt," I said.
Opening the small box and start placing a small amount of alcohol in the cotton
"It's nothing. I've seen worst " he scoffs.
But I ignored what he said, I placed my things down and leaned so I could reach his height. Even though he's sitting, Dwight is still a large guy
His cold eyes stares at me, and I felt nervous under his gaze
I swallowed the lump in my throat and extended my hand, slowly wiping off the blood that dripped from the cut on his forehead.
When the alcohol burned the cut, he hissed and gripped my wrist tightly, I gasped in pain and immediately took a step back.
" I-im sorry, I'm sorry- I didn't mean to hurt you "
Dwight apologized. My eyes turned soft when he was sincere about his words, I took a deep breath and replaced the cotton
"It's fine. Di mo kasalanan " I softly reassured and leaned down again to clean his cut, this time I was gentle. Trying not to hurt him even more.
Dwight watched me.
Couple of his black hair strands blocking in his face, I looked down at the cut in his lip and gently cleaned it.
None of us speak a word. The air was so quiet, that it almost felt suffocating
" Why are you helping me? " He asks quietly. Making me stop in my tracks and look back at his eyes
" Because you helped me " I replied and gave him a small smile. His eyes stayed the same, cold and unemotional
" I thought you hate me " Dwight continues.
I sucked in air and fixed my posture, throwing the cotton into the bag
" I didn't say I hate you, Dwight. I only disliked you " I corrected and started cleaning the mess. Feeling his eyes never left mine
" Then you shouldn't help me- "
" Just because I dislike you doesn't mean I have no empathy... I'm not like others who are just gonna watch you while knowing you're in pain, yes I do dislike you, Dwight. But it won't gonna stop me from returning the small favor you did to me " I cut him off
Dwight went silent, he didn't say any words back but only stared at me.
I look away, feeling slightly nervous because of his stare
" A-anyways, I came to find you, to thank you for helping me that night- I'll see you around " I continued and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear
I grabbed my bag and I was going to leave, but I felt his large hand grab my wrist. Making me stop in my tracks
I look back and Dwight stood from the stairs, his height towering over me
" Let me take you out " He reveals.
Then my heart started pounding in my chest
" Why? " I asked, and I noticed he was trying to hold himself from rolling his eyes
" Because you helped me " Dwight replied. I let go of his hand
" No," I said.
Dwight furrowed his eyebrow and scoffed
" I'm trying to be nice to you Stella " He says, his voice dripping with annoyance and irritation.
" I know that... But I just don't want you to see me like the rest of the girls who easily accept your offer " I explained, making him look at me more confusedly
"I know you're history with girls, Dwight. I'm trying to protect myself from getting hurt again, And I just don't want you to see me like a girl who easily throws herself to guys like you who ask her out- "
" I don't see you like that, Stella... You're more than the rest of the girls I met "
