His Ex Wife

Flashback

It had been a busy week for Mariella. After dumping Iyan in that coffee shop, she had tried to avoid him- the reason was simple, what would she even tell him if he asked?

Luckily they did not even have the same classes together. It became easier to avoid him as well that way. She had been unintentionally looking for him though, she kind of wanted to see him, for the least to say he was her only friend.

She sat at the football ground of the school during the lunch. Hardly any boys came to this corner of the ground though, she sat in the far east corner of the ground, beneath the shadow of a large tree. Her wooden notebook was with her, she never separated that notebook from her, she thought of what to write today though.

Some boys were already on the soccer field practicing by now, she looked up and saw the blonde boy again.

He was probably the most attractive boy in her class or the probably the entire of Edmont High- but that was not her opinion, it was of all the girls in her class. Most drooled over him as soon as he entered the class she had not failed to notice. And some even remained ready to throw themselves his way to have his attention. But since he always sat behind her in most of their classes together, she was not really able to know what all the girls had found so specific in him.

Some rare times, she had felt him intently watching her non stop from the back where he sat in most classes, it had made her a tad bit uncomfortable in the beginning, but then again, she was used to this kind of attention- she had been getting lots already, most boys never stopped staring at her in whichever room she entered.

Mariella had shrugged off on his presence completely however, he was the boy who had stood laughing in the crowd when she was being pranked on the first day at school. He was there laughing at someone’s weakness and it did not make him a good guy, that is all she knew, she had not cared for more.

to write in her notebook, she felt someone running in her direction and before she could even make it out, the soccer ball hit

rub her knee. Her face had turned into an awry expression by now, her eyebrows drawn

attacking her with the ball, she felt angry-

the ball, to stop it of course but the ball had been quick.

breath and as he bent down to pick up the ball from her feet, she moved a

a teasing smile as he got back up and looked back

her from the back was

me what I am!”

like a professional football player, showing off his skills to her. He knew that impressed

You think I’m just some toy you can toss and throw according to when and how you like it?? Bully and use according to your needs??” she was exasperated, “you don’t know me

his face, Scott stood there watching her,

step closer to her and said with pure amusement and curiosity in his tone, “Then tell me who are you.” He was firm and fascinated but