Chapter 9

                                    

                                          
~Maya~
"Oh my God, who got you smiling like that, Maya?" Mia signs, her eyes boring into me with curiosity of a cat. 
I feel my cheeks heat up on her accusation, "I am just in a good mood today, no one's making me smile," I say trying to play it cool, but even if I look calm on the outside my heart beats fast within me as I recall the events of last night.  
I can still vividly remember the feel of his calloused hands on my skin, and the feel of his tongue on my centre. That memory still makes my core ache in arousal. I have never slept so soundly like I did after that mind-blowing climax Ilya brought to me thanks to his ever so talented and skilled tongue.  
Mia keeps looking at me, trying to call me on my lie but she doesn't asks any question instead just smiles and nods.  
I sigh a breath of relief, quickly wearing my earrings but when I attempt to stand up sharp pain shoots from my pelvis and my ankle. Oh fuck!  
"Maya, are you okay?" Mia signs, her expression worrisome as she crouches in front of me. I shake my head slightly, taking in sharp breathes, "No, I fell down the stairs last night, and ended up hurting my ankle and pelvis."  
 
"Oh my God, do you want to go to the doctor and get it checked?" Mia asks, helping me stand up slowly.  
 
"No, I will be fine in a bit," I clutch on to her hands tighter as I stand on one foot, how in the world am I supposed to go to uni now? I can't even walk in heels now, the blasphemy. How about I skip uni for today? My phone rings, I take a look at it and... oh well. Here goes my decision to skip uni today. I have my physics practical today.  
"Mia, can you hand me my heels over there?" I ask her, trying to wear my earrings and hissing when the hook pricks the skin of my ear. When I don't feel Mia moving, I quietly shift my eyes towards her only to find her staring at me with eyes wide open as if I asked her to push me down a building.  
"What?" I whisper quietly, Mia shakes her head and signs, "Say that again, I didn't hear you quite bit."  
I remain silent for a bit, because I know Mia heard me right, but yet she is asking me to repeat, "I asked, if you can pass me my heels. Since, I can't walk to get my heels."  
 
"Exactly, you can't walk to get you heels, yet you want to go to uni wearing heels." Mia signs, her fingers stiff which happens whenever she is losing her calm. I know she is right, walking might worsen my ankle pain further, but today's practical test is very important and I can't miss a test since it will affect my GPA and I am simply not going to let it happen.  
"So what do you insinuate? That I go barefoot to uni?" I let go of Mia's hand and slowly put my injured foot down only feel the pain shoot up to my leg. Well, fuck. I remain standing where I am, suspending my foot in the air. I look at Mia for help who stands there, one brow raises and motions me to step forward with her chin. I make a pleading face at her—which never fails to work—she sighs and fetches me my black YSL heels.  
Mia sets them before me, and signs, "You know, I have YSL boots."  
 
"Yeah..."  
 
"You should wear them today," Mia signs, and I stop mid-air, my foot in the air and heels in hand. I turn my gaze to Mia who is pursing her lips, knowing full well how bad she just disrespected me right now.  
"I'll pretend I never heard that." I continue, again but Mia hands stop me, "Please, Maya. You'll hurt yourself in these." Mia's blue eyes look into mine, so much concern for someone like me. I wrap my arms around her, breathing into her familiar comforting smell. Mia wraps her arms around me too, slowly cradling me back and forth.  
I put my hands on her shoulder, slightly pushing her back to look into her eyes, "I'll be okay, trust me." I kiss her cheek and abruptly stand up to avoid anything else, the pain that shoots from my pelvis and ankles beings tears to my eyes and I bite my lips to suppress the painful cry that's threatening to leave my lips. I shouldn't wear heels right now, but then again self-care was never my precedence. I slip into my heels and I can feel Mia's concerning eyes boring into my neck, I hate to worry her with myself, but she knows that heels and I can never be separated.  
As I fully stand on my height, I realized how deeply I underestimated my injury, I feel like I have broken my bones, I take a step and the pain zaps to every inch of my body but despite the pain I step forward, I take a step then another, and another till I am walking like usual. I feel the pain, biting and stinging, but yet I don't wince, hiss or stop. Like always, I suck it up, and walk. There's a comfort in this in some way, despite drowning in guilt, despite every pain I have suffered in my life for some reason I always manage to walk through it.  
As I descend down the stairs, I watch everyone present but the only person who is missing is Ilya. Something in my heart twists painfully, after last night, I expected him to stand near the stairs and flash me a smile as we looked at each other, but turns out he isn't here. I was looking forward to talk to him about last night. I put on my automatic smile as I walk down the stairs and settling on my chair before quietly sipping on my coffee—with extra cream of course. 
Everyone around me is busy in talking but for some reason my eyes are only looking for Ilya. Oh, for the love of God Maya, leave that wanker alone.  
"Where's Ilya today?" Kill voice cuts through my thoughts and I can practically feel my ear perking up at the mention of Ilya's name. I sigh inwardly, girl you're so down bad.  
I wait for Jeremy to answer Kill's question, it's been a long time since he had opened his mouth without pissing me off. Thinking about pissing me off, should I apologize to him about raising my voice at him yesterday?  
"Ilya had some business today, he said he'll be at uni." Hearing Jeremy's word, something in my heart cracks, and scratches the inside of my body, stinging with pain. Yesterday night, I laid myself bare to him more than two times, only for him to run away like a coward. I expected a change in our relationship, not that unspoken dislike, the glares. I expected discreet smiles, and delicate care. Guess I was wrong, I am pretty sure after yesterday, when he held me through my breakdown, or after he took care of me after I fell, or after he ate me out, he laughed at me. He laughed at me for being so weak.  
I spit out my croissant, and stand up slowly, keeping my pelvis and ankle injury in mind. I look at everyone sitting on the table, "I'll take my leave now," I ignore the questioning glances of everyone at the table, and walk head held high towards my car where my driver waits for me. It's been quite a long time since I last went to uni in my own car. Ever since, I saw Ilya for the first time in my lounge, I always came to uni with him.  
As I get settle in my car, for some reason it feels like wrong. I don't like the fact that its not Ilya who is driving. Suddenly a bump comes, and the car jumps a little, causing pain in my pelvis to rise. If Ilya was driving, he would have made sure to avoid bumps in case I get hurt.  
Excuse me, what? He wouldn't avoid bumps like these, instead run over them to cause you pain intentionally. Did you forget how he just left you after yesterday? 
Well.  
As we reach uni, my already sour mood takes a whole turn to hazy blood. A girl stands in front of Ilya, her hands on his arms. The same arms that held me close to him as I cried in his chest. Ilya gives the girl a small smile and the only thing I want to do is bash her head against the wall. But its not her fault now is it, its Ilya who should make it clear that he is off limits. But is he? We are nothing, and we won't be anything either. Fuck him. He left me and I'll make sure what did he just lost.  
Ilya Levitsky, I think we're back to square one.  
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Uh well, I wanted to post a cute chapter for this one, but guess we'll have to post it later. Let's bring in some angst instead?