Married at 19 novel Chapter 4

　　I was looking for my crush everywhere but I couldn’t see her. Man, I really need to see her beautiful face…oh…there she is. "Ooo Sasha~" I was so happy when bumped into her on my way back to my dorm. As usual she was with her other best friends and guess what, Seth wasn’t here with her. Woohoo...I think I’ll get my only chance to try make her to love me back. Okay, I know you guys might think that I’m a bad guy for trying to steal someone else girlfriend…but hey, I was in love with her since we were kids and it was before they become a couple.

　　"Ugh... please Nathan! I really don't have time for you." She groaned annoyingly.

　　Cecilia who was walking beside her struggle hard not to laugh with the situation, while Bella…she just remained silent, as usual.

　　Um...whatever.

　　"Hey dope!" My best friend, Seth Pearson suddenly approached me from the girls behind. "Stop chasing my girlfriend, will you?"

　　Ughh….why he always here to ruin everything…my only chance. "Nope...I will not."

　　Sasha quickly walks closer to me, maybe she wants to give me a hug because she starts to like me, or even...a k-kiss. My eyes automatically closed as I was waiting for her kiss…the thing that I have wait it for so long, but apparently she jabbed me hard on my stomach.

　　"Ouch...that's...so...hurt." I cried in pain while rubbed my hurting stomach.

　　"Don't be such a kid, Nathan." Sasha then poked my forehead. "You're so stubborn, you know,” she then crossed her arms while glaring at me.

　　"Okay...I'm sorry." I replied while still endured the pain that was hurting like hell.

　　"Come on, dope," Seth puts his hand around my shoulder. "Let's go for the practice. Mr Goodman may wait for us, now."

　　"B-but...I'm hurt." I tried to weigh my body so he couldn't drag me along to the field.

　　"Nope... It's just for a while. You'll get better soon." He insisted. "Oh please...you're too weak, dope. Just come on!" Seth put me into a headlock and dragged me towards the basketball court while the girls were following us from behind.