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quite much mainly." Hot tears roll down my cheeks.

 

I look at him anxiously. Will he forgive me? will I?  His face transforms from angry to gentle in a second.

 

"Everything is under control now. Nothing happens. Forget it." He flashes his crooked smile but it doesn't reach his eyes. I smile a small smile. At-least he is not angry anymore.

 

"And BTW you are going to be happy now." A look of confusion crosses my face.

 

"How come?"

 

"You are gonna get a ride with me home. See how lucky you are. It's not a chance one could get easily." He winks then. I laugh brushing my tears from my chicks with the back of my hand in unladylike way. He really knows how to make a girl smile.

 

He comes to a halt in-front of me in a few minutes with his brand new Ducati. I think He is super-rich. It's Intimidating. I have a fair share of knowledge about sports cars and bikes because of my dad’s passion for speed and I thought only racers could truly exploit this bike, or had the balls to.

 

"Enjoying the view?" My eyes snap at him. He has a smug smile on his face.

 

"It's breathtaking. A thing of outstanding beauty."

 

"I know. It's my love. Now if you have done admiring. Will you sit?" He’s cocky. I like it. I sit and he starts it.

 

"I think you have to grab a handful of me or you will fly away when I speed up." He says watching me from sideways.

 

"Please. I'll manage. No need to worry." I say with mockery. What does he think of himself? He laughs.

 

"As you say then." He says again glancing sideways.

 

"Will you please concentrate on the road or you will kill both of us." I say loudly.

 

He speed up and we hit the highway in less than a minute. It's like talking with air.

 

I love the feel of air around me. Mind-boggling. My hair whizzed in all directions. They are going to be wayward and messy. We are whooshing past vehicles. Tears are spilling from my eyes due to the speed.

 

"You need to slow down. There is traffic ahead."

 

"I can't hear u?" He says by glancing at the rear-view mirror, pointing his index finger to his ear and then swaying thumb from side to side.

 

I give him an eye and he give me a lop sided grin. He turna his head to the right side marginally.

 

"Now say."

 

"What to say. You are going to be the death of us. Look ahead." I touched his cheek and turn his head. I move my hand jerkily. Touching him runs an electric spark down my spine. What is wrong with me? He doesn't point it out just laugh at my self-preservation tactic.

 

He hit the break at last moment which causes me landing my face on his hard back. I pushed myself away by shoving my hands on his back. Ouch, my nose hurts.

 

"Your bad. I told you to cling to me. Now pay for your deeds." He laughs aloud which rise my temperature.

 

"I'm not a laughing stock here. It's your damn fault." I say with a stern look. He stops laughing altogether.

 

"Okay. Okay. Hot tempered woman. Don't give me that look."

 

"I'm not that." I cross my arms over my chest and look in the other direction. I'm mad now. He sighs and runs his hand through his silky black hair. It gets me distracted. Oh, How it will feel like to do that.

 

We kept silent then. He takes a flyover and halfway through it gets freaked out. I straightened my back to reach up-to his ear.

 

"Oh fuck."

 

"What happened?"

 

No answer. I know he heard it.

 

"I said what happened? You are making me worried."

 

"Nothing." He says sternly. Oh god men. Why they have to be that stubborn?

 

"Can't you answer straight once."

 

"You will get hysterical."

 

"I have already passed that stage a while ago at movie. What can be as bad as that?"

 

"Okay if you insist." At last. "We took the wrong bridge." This is the second bombshell in less than an hour.

 

"What?" My eyes widened.

 

"Yes. You heard me right. All thanks to you."

 

"Me? What I did? I'm not the one who is driving."

 

"But you fight with me. And that distracts me. We had to take the second bridge but we took first."

 

"Wow. What a reason. Full marks."

 

"Now don't be sarcastic and mean and accept your fault." This is too much? He is blaming me for this too.

 

But, I'm not in the mood to fight. I checked my watch. Holy hell. It's already past the movie time. I have to deal with mom now. This is all so fucked up. Why I can't just be at home?  Outing is not for me.

 

"What to do now?" He feels my distress.

 

"Don't worry. I know this road. We will turn when we will see a U turn."

 

"Yeah. Okay. Then why are you so disturbed?"

 

"Because I don't think this road has any. It will lead us straight to my home."

 

"Your home is far away from mine, right?"

 

"Yeah. It'll take us one hour at average speed." My eyes welled up. Mom is going to kill me now. My head starts to throb as the realization knocked me out of wind. Mom wouldn't approve of this escapade. Im not even eighteen yet.

 

"Sshh..Don't worry. I'm not kidnapping you. I'll take you there within 20 minutes." He says but it comes up as a promise. I feel relived momentarily. I don't know him as such but I do trust him. I press my head on his upper back briefly trying to control my speeding heart. I close my eyes.

 

We are on familiar lanes when I peer out. My eyes lit up as I see my home within eyesight range.

 

"We are home." He beamed and peer at his expensive watch. "That too in 18 minutes." My eyes widened at that statement.

 

"Yeah. Well done. Thanks for the help." I said with awkwardness but a genuine smile. At a disadvantage of what to say more.

 

"No problem, cry baby. I get to drove my bike at high speed. It was fun for me." He gets his hands up as in victory. He is looking so care free now. Boys and their toys. I laugh with him.

 

"I better go now." I wanted to ask him whether he wants to come in but looking at the situation and night time I think the opposite.

 

"Yeah, of-course. Will see you around." He waves at me. I turn and walk away. He waits till I was under the safety of my porch then drive off.

 

Before approaching the bell I pray a silent prayer for this night to be uneventful. I have had enough already. I can't handle any more excitement now.

 

Let mother be asleep. Reciting this mantra over and over again I press the bell.

 

Ding Dong.

 

No answer.

 

Ding Dong.

 

I hear footsteps approaching the door and the door slide open. My knees go weak at the site.

 

Holy Hell.

 

Mother.

CHAPTER 5

 

 

 

 

 

Ugh...My personal hell on earth is my own room. Can you believe that? But woefully it’s true.

 

My mother punished me for coming home late and that to without any legitimate excuse for being late. She condemned me home arrest for whole damn two weeks with no phone but study. Isn't that remorseful? Where it leads me?

 

 It leads me in the library surrounded by textbooks, Grieving for my misfortune or cursing that one who is the cause of it. Don't get me wrong? I love books; it’s the engineering books I hate.

 

Just the sight of them makes me sick to the pit of my stomach. My group of friends laughed over my sorry face wholeheartedly and I ignore them as best as I could. Only library is the very place where they wouldn't dare to come. So, here I am sitting and trying to read maths.

 

Yes, you heard it right. Maths. I never solve the problems, just read and understand. I don't cram too. It's not my style. So, I attempt, once more, to understand the problem on first page. I see a movement at my peripheral vision and the next second a chair hoist by my side. I close my eyes to grip a handle on my anger. Who dare to seat beside me?

 

"Hey Birdie." How can I forget that voice? It's like bells to my ears. A soothing melody. My anger subsides almost as quickly as it arises. I avert my eyes to look at his oh-so-handsome face. The mere sight of him is enough to make me faint or drool. Zayn. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.

 

"What? You don't want to say hi to me?" He says with mock anger as if I just insulted him.

 

"No. No...Yes...I mean hi." I say with confusion written on all over my face. Why I am always embarrassing myself in front of him? He trails his finger across his lips as if trying to suppress a smile making me flustered. I look down at my book making a clumsy action with my hand hastily, dropping it. He clasps it before it fully falling to the ground with a dull thud. I become increasingly flustered.

 

"Is it because I called you Birdie?" Yeah..Birdie. That's what he calls me now. First, Bruce lee then Bruce and now Birdie. Why? Can you conclude? He thinks I talk so fast that it sounds like chirping to him. I don't concur with him nevertheless he don't give a damn. So, He is going to pursue with calling me that. I thought about revenge after first three times and started calling him polar bear. He questioned why and It only took a moment's thought before I told him It suits him as he is fair and all and cute too.

 

As he brushes his finger over my hand, I feel an odd exhilarating shiver run through me and bring me back to the present. I move my hand rather hastily. He regards me shrewdly. Me and my wayward thoughts.

 

"Come back here, now."

 

"I'm already." I say then smile internally "Polar bear"

 

His expression changes subtly. Then, Deadpan.

 

"I'm not that. Homo sapiens calls me by different names such as teddy bear and all that girly stuff but not near anything what you call me."

 

"It suits you. Believe me."

 

"It looks like you think I'm fat and bulgy."

 

"If you think that, who I am to counteract your thoughts." I say sarcastically, don't want to see him proud and smug by saying It looks cute on him.

 

"Whatever." He says dismissing me. Oh, He just can't take others sarcasm.

 

"Oh, you just distract me from the topic at hand by your smart mouth. I searched you like everywhere and then your jerk friends told me you are hiding here. So can you honour me by telling about your little tale?"

 

"I'm not answerable to anyone." I smooth my hair behind my ear. He laughs at that.

 

"I knew that. That's why I asked your friends." What kind of friends does that? Telling everyone about my punishment. Now, He is going to laugh at me until He forgets. I will beat them all for sure.

 

"Okay. I'm not going to annoy you or laugh at you." This is something new. He always searches ways to irritate me since we became good friends. So I like the change for once.

 

"Really?" I search his face for any upcoming humour or rather

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