I hurriedly grab my green tassel sling bag and went out from our classroom. Roaming my eyes over the crowded corridor, trying to patch Enrique's silhouette.

Wait, what?

Silhouette, wtf? I am sorry for the term but it is just my own way of pissing my friend, and yeah, he's a 'she'. Wait, you get my point? I meant, Enrique's a gay.

A tall, dark piece of a gay.

I am about to walk to the left wing when I felt my bag moving opposite to my direction. I knotted my brows and check for the person who has the guts to steal my things away.

"Hey!" I shouted when I am already dragged by this man behind me.

Well, I am walking backwards and the tie of my bag clung on the stranger's sports bag.

My left shoe suddenly flips away from my foot while I am literally having a hard time keeping the phase of this man who I am not really familiar with.

I can already feel my forehead's dripping wet, getting grumpy on the situation I am in, and with the fact that I am here, drag by a stranger on this stampede corridor.

"You piece of a turd!" I shouted again and this time, I know that I am already grabbing everybody's attention—including this man who ruined my poise and... my bag.

Damn, is he an angel?! I shouted inside when I catch a glimpse on his side profile.

I am more flabbergasted when he finally turn his gaze at me. His brows are on a straight line as he watch me annoyingly. He then looks at me from head to toe, then to my bag and his.

A rhetoric smile forms on my lips, trying to regain back my poise as soon as possible. Damn, I can't be mad at him, oh please? This man is worth a date, right?

"What are you? A kid?" He said while looking at my bag— still stucked on his. I saw him put his iPhone inside his pocket before he loose the garter of his hoodie while licking his lips in front of me.

Omg, can you lick me too? Char. My flirty mind shouted as I look at his lips now getting wet while his face is obviously annoyed. His curly hair moves when he walk towards me, still my bag stuck on his. He heave a deep sigh before removing mine then he let go of his bag, kinda checking for a damage on it.

"Uh..." I trailed and I can also feel everyone is back to their business again. Gone all the stares, and they are all walking in our side again, while I, together with this pretty man, is still standing on the center of the corridor.

I look at my bag then look back at him eventually. Look again, then to my bag, then to his grumpy face. I bit my lip when he suddenly looks at me. I then smiled, trying to flirt with this man in front.

"I'm sorry," I finally uttered while still biting my upper lip then secretly check for his reaction under my eyelids. "I didn't mean to–"

My words are cut by a sudden ring. He fetch for his phone inside his pocket but his eyes are still looking at me. "Hello?"

I froze. How intoxicating this man could be? From his physique down to his stares, and now, to his voice. He's somewhat an angel but a sinner one. His voice is deep and firm, nonetheless, it doesn't stop me from admiring all of him.

Lucifer. I imagined. A good-looking angel from heaven yet a sinful one. I do not know, I just find this man too rude and rude. I am sorry, but I just can't find any adjective that will suit for his aura he casted.

"I have a game tomorrow. Maybe the day after tomorrow?" He turn his back at me and I am about to follow him but he remain standing yet his back is already faced at me. "Cy, you know I can cope up, right? Start without me. I'll bring Trent with me the moment I'll find some time. Bye."

I saw him sighing and face me again. But this time, his face is calmer and soothing already. He look behind me before looking at me again. "Look, Miss, I am sorry about what happened and," he look at my foot before speaking again, "sorry about your shoe."

My eyes bulge from what I heard and a realization hits me.

"Fuck, my shoe!" I hysterically shout and walk to the direction I once went.

Damn, this is what you got for being a flirt, Erin! You got slacked and now you lost your shoe. Then, how will you go home now? You'll walk with one shoe on? Can you fucking bare it?!

Goodness, the idea is giving me goosebumps!

I really want to punch myself right now for being too nosy and frustrated. What can I do? That man is a god that mythology forgot to have. Aren't they aware of that human I just encountered earlier? Or remind me, is he a human again or nah?

***

Damn, Enrique.

Damn, my bag.

Damn, everything today!

I am walking without my left shoe and my foot is really fucking dirty right now. Everyone I get to pass by are absolutely looking at my face down to my feet. I am not even sure how my face looks like right now since I totally forgot to check myself in the mirror—well, I can't even think a thing earlier and that includes my appearance for today.

I was about to ask for help from that man earlier when I can't find my shoe anymore but he's already nowhere to be found. He left me, not even aware on how I look like and I can't help but to think that he's not even sincerely sorry on what happened—and the fact that it's his bag's fault!

I got dragged, lost my shoe, and now, I look like a walking mess outside our campus— without also my car. Dimwit.

My phone rang so I immediately grab it inside my bag. I saw Enrique's name on the screen then my face went furious again!

If he didn't left me earlier, I could've prevent everything! Ugh.

"Hello?!" I shouted, still walking on the side walk.

I heard him cuss but on a girly tone.

"Girl, where are you? I thought we'll go clubbing tonight?"

Oh, another fuck! I almost skip it.

I sigh and stop from walking, trying to wipe the dirt on my foot. "Look, Enrique, I was grabbed earlier and I lost my shoe. Now, can you drive me home first then we'll go clubbing together?" I plead and look at the street helplessly.

Grabs are even nowhere to be found.

"You, what? Omg, Erin. I didn't know you are that skeptic and fool. How could you let someone grab you without paying?!" He hysterically shout from the other line then I heard a tickling of the keys.

I smiled.

"Well, sorry to burst that bubble, Enrique. The guy's hot and uh... handsome. I can't resist."

He squeal. "Damn it, where are you? I'm driving out in the university. Spill the beans later to make chikas, alright?"

I nod my head while trying to hide my smile.

Target locked. Now, I know who to tail this time. Man, sure, you'll be mine. And Erin Margarete Rowe gets what she want.

***

"Jack Daniels." I ordered and sat on one of the high stools. Enrique's on the dance floor flirting with some random guys, trying to grind his butt on every man's groin.

That flirt. I thought he wants to hear my chikas?!

The bartender gave me a glass and I immediately thank him. I turn my body around and face the dancefloor—my back leaning on the counter. I sip the liquid and I felt how it tingles on my taste buds down to my throat. I almost close my eyes but recovered abruptly. I got high tolerance on liquors and I won't get wasted easily. Unlike Enrique who's always drunk after drinking 5-7 gulps.

Weakling.

I chuckle when I saw him already kissing with a man on the dancefloor and I notice that his left hand is already on the man's groin. I shook my head and ordered another glass, looking at the other direction, obviously preventing not to watch Enrique's flirtation.

"Erin!" I heard a shout of my name and I smiled after I saw Monica on her black tube and a short skirt. We both chuckled when she look on what I am wearing.

"Damn, that babies!" She pinch my left boob a little but I just laugh.

Well, I'm wearing a bralette and my cleavage is really exposed not to mention my short skirt and a black knee high boots.

Who cares? My body, my choice. I can freely wear whatever I want to wear. I love exposing myself because it is where I am comfortable and my confidence will boost when I'll wear these kind of clothing. Aren't I scared? Well, no. I am fond of wearing extravagant revealing wares since my mother taught me to wear one. She's a model by the way, well, back when she's still alive.

"Where's Brian?" Monica asked, trying to look for someone behind me. I gulp the liquid left on my glass and chuckled.

"Kuya's not here. He's maybe... on his thesis or inside his room." I shrugged and look back on the dancefloor.

Brian Andrew Rowe is my older brother—a strict one. He's always with me when Enrique and I will go  clubbing to check for me but not tonight. I lied at him earlier, telling him that we are going to have our sleepovers at Michaela's, an acquaintance, crib. I even wore  pj's earlier just to make him believe my excuse!

"Holy, you should've told me earlier! I made an effort to dress this way tonight to seduce that stone brother of yours! I could've just went in your house to rape him than going in this club!" She exaggeratedly shout and put her left hand on her temple—stressed and uh, discouraged.

I roll my eyes at her and just order for another shot glass. Instead of drinking it, I gave it to Monica to make her relax a bit. I don't want another headache for today, and keeping Monica's mouth shut is the key.

"Drink it. Stop nagging. My brother's all yours, well, if he wants you tho." I said dryly and smiled at the man who passed in front of us.

"Flirt."

I laugh. "Really? Coming from you? Well, Monica, I have a thing earlier." I said, still my eyes on the sea of people dancing their ass out.

"What thing?" Monica shouted after she drank the shot.

"I found a guy earlier!" I shouted back. Unlike earlier, the music is on its full blast since the night is already on its peak. Everyone is starting to get wasted and some are already making out in the corner.

"What? Erin, louder!"

I rolled my eyes again heavenwards, "I met a guy and I like him already!"

I saw how Monica's eyes bulges and it almost went out from its socket. She put the glass down while still staring at me—surprised.

"I felt bad for the guy..."

I give her a death glare but she just laugh at me. She look at the bartender and wink before looking at me again. "Who's the guy then?" 

I bit my lip. "I don't know. I'll find him. He's a varsity, I guess?"

Uh, it's just a hunch since he's holding a sports bag earlier and by the looks of his well-toned body, I can say he's a player —of sports, not on bed. Duh.

"You're obsess! Show me that guy so that I can tell him how flirt you are!" She teased me but I just laugh.

Won't deny it. I really am. But I'm a virgin, okay? I just flirt through words, nothing more! Promise.

Another man winks at me and I return it back through smiling. They even lick their lips when I'll respond but I knew better. Sorry man, I am not for take out.

My eyes went to the entrance of the club when a bouncer pointed at somewhere on the corner and he's talking to a guy. I almost shriek when I get to see the face of the guy the bouncer who is talking to.

What the fuck?

"Monica!" I shouted, still my eyes are on his—afraid of losing my sight of him. "Girl, it's him!" I pointed the man and I saw Monica look on where I am pointing.

"Oh, no..." She whispered.

My forehead crease on what I heard from her so I look at Monica who is still staring at the man who's now walking to the corner.

"He's Lance Hiro..." she trailed before looking at my eyes, "he's a varsity in badminton, a fine arts major, and... a gay."