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Hakeem POV

I only meant to spy on him for a couple seconds before heading back to my studio. Jamal had been avoiding me, so the only thing I could possibly do was gaze at him from afar, I'd been doing that a lot lately, and it's been making me feel like a little bitch, but I can't help myself.  I honestly didn't mean to walk in on him crying up a storm. As female as this sounds, it made my heart ache for him. I hated seeing him this way.  I walked towards the coach and the words unintentionally left my throat.

"Why are you crying?"

Jamal POV

I automatically lifted my head up towards the direction of the voice, knowing full well who it belonged to.  The tears were still embarrassingly streaming down my face as I looked at Hakeem. I wiped them quickly, not wanting him to see my vulnerability. Why is he here? Didn't he get the message? I don't want him here or anywhere near me, I made that clear certainly. So why does he keep insisting on coming for me?

"Leave me alone, leave" I directed, my voice turning into a harsh tone.

He looked at me for a second, his face unreadable, and simply shrugged, "No". He then went over to the coach and sat down next to me, but I moved over. And then he moved closer, and then I moved away again. This continued until there wasn't anymore coach to move away to and I angrily said 

"Just fuck off already -" before I could finish my sentence I was grabbed into an abrupt  hug by Hakeem.  I was momentarily stunned by the action, almost melting into his arms. I moved to push him away, but I was stopped by his simple words of "No..don't". I looked up at him starstruck, and before I knew it, his lips crashed into mine.

I was caught by him once again.

TO BE CONTINUED 

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