The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the asphalt of the Montreal University parking lot. Adeleine Alvarez, a beautiful young woman with wavy black hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, sat on a bench near the edge. She held her phone loosely in her hand, the screen illuminated but not actively used. Her gaze was fixed on a point beyond the parking lot, her brow furrowed, her lips pressed together in a tight line, as if she were wrestling with something difficult. She was dressed in black baggy pants, white shoes, and a red fitted long-sleeved shirt tucked into her pants.
The parking lot buzzed with the usual end-of-day activity. Cars pulled in and out, students hurried by, their backpacks slung over their shoulders, their conversations a jumble of French and English. But Adeleine seemed oblivious to it all, her world contained within the silent space of her own thoughts.
Her phone, a mere prop in her hand, was not the source of her preoccupation. It was something else, something hidden within the depths of her mind, that held her attention captive. Was it a memory? A worry? A dream? Perhaps it was the looming presence of today's field trip, but not the kind of excitement that usually bubbled up in her. Instead, a knot of unease sat in her stomach, a feeling she couldn't quite shake. The prospect of the field trip, usually a source of anticipation, felt heavy and unsettling, intertwined with the lingering echoes of last night's encounter with Exon. Whatever it was, it seemed to be consuming her, her attention completely captured by the internal landscape unfolding before her inner eye.
Adeleine's solitude, the intensity of her focus, and the faint blue glow emanating from her phone painted a picture of a young mind lost in contemplation, a world where the line between the external and the internal blurred with every passing thought, as she wrestled with the mixed emotions that accompanied the field trip that awaited her, and the lingering weight of what had transpired with Exon the night before.
Adeleine's mind drifted back to last night, to the vibrant chaos of Shania's birthday party. The air had been thick with laughter, music, and the scent of celebratory cocktails. But for Adeleine, the most memorable moment had been a quiet one, stolen away from the revelry.
Exon Jackman had found her tucked away in a corner, her gaze lost in the swirling patterns of the dance floor. He had taken her hand, his touch sending a shiver down her spine, and led her to a secluded balcony overlooking the city lights. It was there, under the soft glow of the moon, that he had confessed his love.
His voice had trembled as he spoke, revealing a vulnerability that she had never seen before. The honesty of his feelings had touched her deeply, leaving her with a sense of warmth and affection. She cared for him profoundly, cherished their friendship, and felt a profound sense of comfort in his presence. But was it love? The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.But,what exactly she knew is that she never fell inlove before.
She was drawn to his kindness, his gentle nature, his unwavering support. He was a safe harbor in a storm, a steady presence in her life. But she was also afraid. Afraid of jeopardizing their friendship, afraid of the potential for heartbreak. She had been hurt before, and the scars of those past experiences still lingered, whispering warnings in the back of her mind.She was indeed traumatized by the mistake that was done by her father when she was younger.
And the love that she never felt provide to her by her mother.
Her mother hates her, and the reason for that was unknown to her .
Her father cheated to her mother, and that's exactly the reason why their family was broken.
All she belived is that all man can hurt her, all man can't be satisfied by just love alone.
So what's the purpose of having to love someone?
It's like you digging your own grave and burrying yourself slowly into it.
Her heart maybe knew that she love Exon jackman,she can't lie about it.
She's just scared of getting hurt,and that's certain.
She realized that she needed time, time to sort through the tangled mess of her feelings. She needed to understand her own heart, to figure out what she truly wanted. She needed to determine if the love she felt for Exon was the same kind of love that he felt for her.
As she wrestled with her thoughts, a figure approached, his footsteps crunching on the gravel path. He was tall and lean, with a casual confidence that radiated from his every move. His dark hair was tousled by the wind, and his eyes, a deep shade of brown, held a hint of mischief. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, black pants, and white shoes.
He stopped in front of her, a smile playing on his lips. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice a smooth baritone that sent a tremor through Adeleine's core.
Adeleine's gaze flickered to Air Brisbaine, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features. She had been lost in her own thoughts, wrestling with the complexities of her feelings for Exon Jackman, and this unexpected intrusion felt like a jarring interruption.
Air settled onto the bench beside her, his presence radiating a casual confidence that she found a little off-putting. He was handsome, no doubt, with a charming smile and a playful glint in his eyes. But there was something about his demeanor, a hint of arrogance, that rubbed her the wrong way.
"So," Air began, his voice a smooth baritone that held a hint of amusement. "What's got you looking so pensive?"
Adeleine sighed, her annoyance growing. She didn't feel like sharing her personal struggles with someone she barely knew, especially someone who seemed so eager to pry into her life, someone who likely thought she was just another conquest waiting to be claimed.
"Just thinking," she replied, her voice clipped.
Air chuckled, a sound that grated on her nerves. "Thinking about that cute guy from the party?" he asked, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long.
Adeleine's annoyance flared. "Actually, I was thinking about something much more important than a guy," she shot back, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.
Air's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Oh, really? And what could be more important than a good-looking guy?" he asked, his tone laced with a touch of challenge.
Adeleine's eyes narrowed. "Clearly, you wouldn't understand," she retorted, her voice dripping with disdain.
Air leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm sure I could figure it out," he said, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance. "Just tell me, what's got you so preoccupied?"
Adeleine's patience was wearing thin. She was tempted to tell him to mind his own business, but something about his persistent questioning, his unwavering confidence, fueled her annoyance. She decided to play along, to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"Oh, you know," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just the usual existential crisis, the weight of the world on my shoulders, the impending doom of humanity. You know, the usual stuff."
Air's smile faltered for a moment. "Well, if you're looking for someone to talk to," he said, his voice laced with a hint of smugness, "I'm always happy to lend an ear."
Adeleine's eyes narrowed. "I think I'll pass," she said, her voice cold. "I'm sure you have better things to do."
Just then, a familiar voice cut through the air. "Adeleine?"
Adeleine turned, her heart skipping a beat. Exon Jackman stood before her, his eyes filled with concern. He had arrived just in time, his presence a welcome relief from the unwelcome attention of Air.
Air, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, stood up, his arrogance faltering for a moment, replaced by a flicker of surprise. He had clearly expected her to be more receptive, more flattered by his attention. But Adeleine was not the type of girl who fell for his charm. She was strong, independent, and she wasn't about to let him manipulate her.
"Alright," Air said, his voice losing some of its confidence. "Suit yourself." He stood up, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long. "I'll be around if you change your mind."
Before Air could take another step, Exon Jackman stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Air. "Hold on a second," Exon said, his voice calm but firm. "I think we need to have a little chat."
Adeleine watched, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. She had never seen Exon this assertive before, and she couldn't help but wonder what he was planning.
Air's arrogance faltered completely, replaced by a flicker of unease. He glanced from Exon to Adeleine, his confidence crumbling under the weight of their combined scrutiny.
"What is it to you?" Air asked, his voice losing its usual swagger.
Exon took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "I'm just curious," he said, his voice low and steady. "I'm curious about you."
Air's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice edged with suspicion.
"I mean," Exon said, his voice taking on a hint of steel, "I want to know what you're doing here."
Air hesitated, his gaze darting around nervously. He was clearly caught off guard, his usual confidence shattered by Exon Jackman's directness.
"Just talking to your girlfriend," Air said, his voice a little shaky.
Exon's eyes narrowed. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism. "Because it looked to me like you were trying to make her uncomfortable."
Air's face flushed. "I wasn't," he said, his voice rising in defiance. "I was just being friendly."
"Friendly?" Exon scoffed. "You were being pushy, arrogant, and disrespectful right?That's who you are. And I won't stand for it."
Air's eyes widened in surprise. He had clearly underestimated Exon, his usual confidence shattered by the intensity of his gaze.
"Look," Air said, his voice softening. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset anyone."
Exon Jackman's gaze remained fixed on him, his expression unreadable. "I suggest you leave," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And I suggest you never come near Adeleine again.Or else..."
Air hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between Exon and Adeleine. He knew he was outmatched, his arrogance completely deflated. He mumbled an apology and turned to leave, his steps hurried and uncertain.
Exon watched him go, his gaze following him until he disappeared into the crowd. Then he turned to Adeline, his expression softening. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Adeleine smiled, a wave of relief washing over her. "I'm fine," she said. "Thank you."
Exon Jackman's eyes held a mixture of tenderness and protectiveness. "I'm always here for you," he said, his voice low and reassuring.
Adeleine's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and affection. Exon had stood up for her, he had protected her from Air's unwanted attention, and he had shown her the depth of his love.He never failed doing that eveytime.
She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for being here."
Exon's eyes met hers, and a soft smile touched his lips. He took her hand in his, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.
"I'm always here for you," he repeated, his voice filled with sincerity.
Exon Jackman was a man who commanded attention, not through brashness, but through an aura of quiet confidence. His presence was magnetic, drawing people in with a combination of undeniable charisma and a subtle aura of mystery, the mystery of a man who held his cards close to his chest, a man who was always one step ahead.
He was the captain of the Montreal University soccer team, a leader who inspired his teammates with his unwavering dedication and his unyielding drive for victory. His presence on the field was a force to be reckoned with, a blend of athleticism, strategy, and an almost uncanny ability to read the game.
Exon Jackman's features were sculpted with a sharp precision that hinted at a life lived with purpose, a life that revolved around the rhythm of the game. His black hair, a raven's wing in its darkness, was neatly styled, with just a hint of tousled texture that gave him an air of effortless cool, even when he was sweating it out on the field. Beneath a brow that was etched with a hint of intensity, his eyes held a captivating blue, like the depths of a summer sky. They were eyes that seemed to see everything, to hold secrets within their depths, and to spark with an underlying energy that hinted at a hidden fire, a fire that burned with the passion of a true competitor.
His jawline was strong and defined, a testament to a life that was both active and disciplined, a life where every muscle was trained and every move was calculated. His clean-shaven face emphasized the sharpness of his features, giving him a youthful and energetic look, a look that was as evident on the soccer field as it was off. His looks and plays made him famous not just in the Montreal University but in the entire country. His smile, when it came, was a rare and dazzling thing, a flash of brilliance that could illuminate the darkest room, a smile that could disarm even the most hardened opponent.
Adeleine can't resist that for sure,they've been together for almost all of their lives, since they are childhood friends.
She's ten years old when Adeleine and and her parents separated. Adeleine moved in her aunt Sheryl, the mother of her bestfriend which is also her cousin in her mother side, Shania Zamorant.
Back then ,Exon and Adeleine were neighbors
in New york City.
Exon Jackman, son of the current Senate President of the United States, he didn't really appreaciate his famous lastname.His father had been through a lot of political scandals because of his position.
Adeleine's mother,Shona Silvoza, a celebrated actress who graced the silver screen in her twenties.And her father,Maro Alvarez a renowned movie producer in hollywood.
Adeleine was living a lavish life when she was younger but never felt the love of her parents at all.
The connection between her parents seems so distance and cold.
It almost seems that they never truly loved each other.
Now, with Air gone and a sense of calm settling over them, Exon Jackman sat down on the bench beside Adeleine, his gaze fixed on her. "So," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "Are you ready for the field trip?"
Adeleine smiled, her heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. "I think I am," she said, her voice filled with a newfound lightness. "I'm ready to see where this goes."
Exon Jackman's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "Then let's go," he said, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face.
Adeleine's a freshman in Biology course and Exon was her senior.
This is their first fieldtrip in the month of october for their upcoming research.
Exon Jackman and some of the seniors was tasked to help the freshmen gather inormations about their upcoming research.
Pretty much, this is the first time that Adeleine and Exon will be together in a trip.
Exon started to rise from his seat, holding Adeleine's right hand, but she quickly stopped him.
"Wait," she said, her voice laced with uncertainty. "Aren't you angry with me? About what happened last night?"
Exon's eyes filled with sadness, and he sighed. "What can I do about it?I understand you need time to process everything. But please know that I'll be waiting for you, even if it means forever."
Adeleine gazed at him, her face awash with a mixture of awe and confusion by the man's impressive attitude. Unnameable emotions swirled within her. "Thank you for being so kind. You know I trust you more than any man in this world . You hold a special place in my heart, Exon."
Exon smiled, his eyes reflecting a deep sincerity. "I love you, and I meant every word. I can't imagine being with anyone else. Loving you in this world isn't enough. I want to love you in every world, Ade."