The beginning of forever

45 - Special Chapter 1 - Sick of You

Becky's POV

In the days leading up to Freen's graduation, she was not only focused on academic preparations but also on her passion for music. She and her band had been rehearsing tirelessly for a special performance at the graduation after party in the university's grand auditorium.

Freen's voice filled the auditorium, commanding attention and eliciting applause from the onlookers. Her bandmates, equally skilled and passionate, added to the magic of the performance.

Me and Irin took our seat in the audience, eager to watch their rehearsal. Although it wasn't the final event, a significant number of students had already gathered, with a noticeable majority being girls.

As I settled into my seat, I felt a subtle nudge of anticipation. To my delight, Freen, had spotted us and playfully winked. The surrounding onlookers, mostly girls, erupted into excited exclamations.

I overheard some of them exclaim, "Oh, Freen winked at me, I could die!" while others claimed, "No, she winked at me!" I couldn't help but chuckle at their reactions, secure in the knowledge that Freen's wink was undoubtedly meant for me—after all, I am her girlfriend.

In the midst of all the excitement in the audience, I couldn't help but feel a burst of pride and love for Freen. As the rehearsal went on, I continued to watch her with a grin on my face, taking in every captivating detail of her incredibly hot look.

Freen was dressed in her school uniform, a perfectly tailored black suit that accentuated her sleek, slender figure. Her white long sleeves were rolled up just enough to reveal a hint of her toned arms. The top button of her shirt was undone, adding a touch of casual elegance to her attire. Her necktie hung loosely, drawing attention to her graceful neck and the subtle curve of her collarbone.

The way her uniform fit her highlighted her confident and alluring presence. She moved with grace and poise, her every step exuding a magnetic charm. The contrast of the formal uniform against her natural beauty made her look irresistibly sexy.

As I watched her, I couldn't help but be entranced by her allure. Her look was a captivating blend of sophistication and sexiness, leaving me utterly smitten.

As the rehearsal continued, my gaze remained fixed on Freen, appreciating every nuance of her magnetic appearance. The way she fix her hair, at it fell just right, framing her face with a hint of messy hot look, added to the irresistible aura she exuded.

She looked at me through the audience and Freen's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and her lips curled into a mischievous yet inviting smile. It was a look that seemed to say, "I know you're watching, and I love it."

I found myself drawn deeper into her performance, not just because of her undeniable talent, but also because of the effortless sensuality she exuded. It was a powerful reminder of why I was so fortunate to be her girlfriend.

I couldn't wait to wrap my arms around her and tell her just how incredibly sexy she looked up there on stage.

It became evident that I wasn't the only one enchanted by Freen's allure, as I overheard hushed whispers and giggles from some of the other girls in the audience. They, too, seemed to be captivated by her irresistible charm and sexiness.

The group of girls seated at my back there was gossiping about Freen, their whispers not as discreet as they might have thought.

Girl 1: "I mean, have you heard her sing? It's like her voice is pure magic."

Girl 2: "I know, right? And she's so talented, it's crazy. I wish I could be with her, even just for one night."

Girl 3: "Totally! I mean, I'd give anything to be in her girlfriend's shoes, especially with her gorgeous lips."