Blaire's POV

"Hey, come with me to the meeting," he said, putting on Beatles polo.

"What? What shall I do there? It's a team meeting right," I said poking up my head from my history textbook.

"Come with me. You have never seen the basketball stadium before."

"Oh-kay captain," I said, putting on my flip-flops.

I followed him out of the hostel and fell in step beside him on the wide stony pavement.

"How about we walk to school from now on," he asked, "I mean it's a little distance you see, walking for ten to fifteen minutes isn't that bad," he shrugged.

"But why shall we? We can just drive from hostel to school parking in like two minutes," I arched an eyebrow at him.

"Exactly. Exactly, that is what I'm saying. Instead of two minutes in the car, we can easily spend twenty minutes together."

"Christian, even stupidity has a limit," I retorted, "you spend every damn freaking day with me, every day. In school, gym, library, field and even in the room."

He passed a goofy smile, passing a hand through his hairs. We finally reached the building and went downstairs. The basketball stadium was the basement of the extra curriculum building. I wondered why I hadn't entered the basement of this building before? We always took the stairs which were just before the stadium and went to the cafeteria on the first floor.

We stepped in the mild body adjusting temperature, neither too hot nor too cold and it was huge. The court was as usual but the seating arrangement, woah! It was gigantic. I asked Chris the seating capacity of the stadium and he said it's around 7200 approximately.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," his eyes roamed around the place, "Unbelievable right? I know."

"That's why the district championships are held here," he added.

James entered with around twenty-five more boys and ten of them were really new to the place and the atmosphere as well, as their faces said. I took a seat in a corner chair. Christian stood there, as everyone lined up.

"James, Mark, Marcus, Joseph," Coach called out and they joined Chris by his side.

"Boys, we have just got three days, we shall prepare ourselves for both the best and the worst. We aren't going to be in the championship to defend our trophy but we are there to lift it again," Coach said to the boys.

"This is your captain, Christian Woods," he said, patting Chris's shoulder who was standing by his side.

Determination and dedication sparkled in each one's eyes. He really was a good captain. I stared at him as he started planning up strategies. James handed him a paper and Chris gave a look throughout. He turned to the twenty boys waiting and called out their names.

"Guys, you can see our current basketball team," Chris directed to his boys, "It's the strongest team, but still we need some of you in case any of us get injured and miss out a game. I'll choose the best six among you 'cause the champions deserve the best. So we need the best of you, who will be able to give their best in the real game. Who'll be dedicated towards the team and determined to win. We will not be there to make others lose, rather we'll be there to score a win for ourselves," Christian clapped his hands twice as a signal to get ready.

Each of them had to face a one to one match against anyone from the team, the coach declared. Each of them was told to snatch the ball and move forward with it, defend the ball and finally basket it. I have never seen Chris play before. But he had a class and I knew right away why girls were mad about him and were always heels on toes for him. Six boys whom Chris tested, none were able to snatch the ball from him neither defend it nor basket it. He's right, the current team was strong, very strong. Finally, eighteen of them were named and others were let go. The coach scheduled their next tryout and let them go but the most dangerous part is even the current team will have to face the tryouts even if they are best and that'll be on the last stage of the tryouts.

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It was late in the evening and Christian was practising in the stadium with his team. I promised that I'd be there on time but I actually fell asleep and now I was late. His practice would probably be over by now. I ran to the basement of the hostel obviously witnessing some weird looks by the students sitting on the couches in the corridor, watching television. I drove out of the parking to the school garage in barely a minute. Christian asked me not to walk alone all the way. Two cars were already parked there. I stepped out of my Audi and some light human voices flowing in the air hit my ears. I looked around for someone's presence but hardly anyone could be seen. I thought it was best not to make any sound and tiptoed towards the direction of the voices.

Far away, behind the parking lot, I could see in the dimly lit environment, James and Helena speaking to someone else. The unknown figure was tall and towering, wore black hoody which prevented his face from a proper view. I took a lil' step forward and suddenly stammered on a stone that lay silently on the ground and fell face-first on the ground, my forehead went to hit some pebbles on the ground.

"Ahh!" I cried out.

Suddenly a pair of arms caught me off-guard from behind. One hand covered my mouth and the other wrapped around my waist. My mind raced off thinking all the bad things that could happen, my heartbeat paced thinking of the consequences that I have to face now that I have been caught red-handed. I could easily tell that it wasn't any girl. He was well built, rolled off on the ground with me and met behind the bushes.

"Christian!" I whispered, now feeling safe and protected in his warm embrace.

"Shh!" he hushed, pressing his lips on mine instead of a finger.

The light feathery kiss was short-lived as we heard footsteps coming our way. It was probably James, looking for the source of the voice. We held our breath for a moment or so until we heard his footsteps retreating. We couldn't take the car then as they would hear the engine ignite but we also couldn't stay there because they would hear us probably catch us spying. We stood up, and I glanced at myself. Blood dripping down my forehead, knees and hands badly scratched.

"Uggh!" I sighed.

At an instant, Chris placed an arm on my waist and the next moment, I was lifted up. Sometimes, I felt like a plastic Barbie, so easy for him to pick up you see.

"Let's walk out of here," he whispered in a little voice.

He walked out of the parking lot and walked off in the direction of the pavement, without making any noises. I was glad he wore sneakers. He took pretty long strides once we were on the pavement. He carried me to the room passing through all the awkward and jealousy filled glances.

"Don't move," he ordered once he put me down on the couch.

He rushed to the bathroom and cleaned himself. Changing into a fresh pair of clothes, he came back running towards me and lifted me up again.

"What going on, Christian?" I glanced up at him, my eyes portraying a questioning look, "I'm not paralyzed."

"You are injured, Blaire and I don't want any kind of suggestions or advice from you right now, just let me do what I'm doing," he pretty much scolded me.

I looked up at him with shiny puppy eyes.

He smiled back at me, "I'm sorry sunshine. I didn't mean to be rude but you can't restrict me from taking care of my pie," he mimicked as if hot air will just come out of his nostrils.

"I'll be the world's best boyfriend, remember?" he said walking towards the bathroom.

"Hmm...cheesy," I teased.

He put me down on the countertop and opened the first aid kid. He neatly sterilised my wounds after cleaning them with cold water.

"Christian," I muttered in a low voice while he was applying an antiseptic ointment on my knees.

"Hmm?" He asked, opening a band-aid and sticking it on the cut on my forehead.

I stared at him for a moment and he gently pressed his lips on my forehead, holding it there for a moment.

"You saw James?" I finally managed to say.

"Yeah."

"Can you just be a little careful Chris?"

"What's wrong cupcake?"

"James just went out of the practice to talk over the phone with someone and so he was there," he uttered, after having several gaps in the sentence itself. His face showed signs that he was definitely trying to hide something.

"Christian, what I say is, just be careful of James. I just don't feel right about all these. I'm sorry to say these about your bestfriend, but I saw him with Helena there."

"Yeah," he sighed, "I saw her too, I don't really know why but he's mixing up with her. He's messing around with something."

"Chris," I stared down at the tiled floor, "there's something more to it. "

"I saw a person, probably a man. I couldn't make out his face because he was wearing a hoodie but..."

"What? come on Blaire. Spill it out..,"

I said quoting what exactly he said," bring Christian back. I want him back and then he said..."

"Blaire," Christian whispered, his voice concerned.

"He was saying something about twiztarts and skittle pops and then said wipe out that blonde from his life if that's what it takes," I finished.

His eyes narrowed in confusion and creases formed between his brows. He stared down at the floor, his eyes fixated, processing his thought process. He stared down so hard as if he could see through the tiles. After a moment, he shook his head in an act to sweep away all that came to his mind right now. He forced a smile and gently cupped my face.

"Nothing will happen to you as long as I'm here by your side," he whispered in a convincing voice and planted another kiss on my temple.

"Alright, my scooby-doo bodyguard," I said smiling up at him, trying to lighten up the mood.

"By the way, what are those, twiztarts and skittle pops?" I asked.

"Nothing you need to know," he looked in my eyes convincingly.

It was after a few seconds of stare that his eyes lingered all over my face and dripped down to my lips, a smirk formed on lips as one side of his lips quirk up. Suddenly his lips crashed onto mine, my lips slowly parted as he nibbled on my lower lip and gently tugged it. His perfect soft lips entwined itself with mine and worked out perfect chemistry, moving in motion together. His hands reached the back of my neck and another lay on the side of my cheek as the kiss went deeper. It burned in me, electrifying my veins and giving goosebumps on my whole body.

Like I always said, his touch has that flame of fire whose spark never dies.

From slow and sweet, it turned to passionate and desperate. His hands travelled down to my back and he picked me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, as he took slow steps towards the room but never broke away from the kiss. It wasn't until my back hit the mattress of the bed and our lips parted from each other, gasping for air. We were breathless, but my heart still raced as his figure still hovered over mine, his weight on his hands which were placed on both sides beside my face. Finally, that blue-eyed killer blinked, breaking the hard stare.

"You're a good kisser," he said with a smirk as he got down the bed and my face tinged pink by all that he said.