Chapter 19

                                    

                                          
~Maya~
"Oh fuck!" I groan, as I clench my stomach bending down, puke once again. Mia stands behind me rubbing my back constantly, helping to ease the motion sickness inside.  
At this point of puking every time I get out of the car for an entire week, I am really considering joining Ilya for ride. Literally why can't my driver drive as smooth as Ilya does. Another wave of vomit hits me and I bend down spilling whatever nonexistent food I had in the morning. I have literally been getting weaker, since my self-wallowing era in my apartment where Ilya ever so gently broke down and demanded that he takes care of me.  
Even after an entire week, butterflies never seem to stop escaping my stomach whenever I think about that kiss.  
Mia sits in front of me, her expression worried, her fingers are stiff as she signs hurriedly, I barely am able to keep up, "Should we visit the doctor?"  
I smile weakly at her, shaking my head, "Nah, I am fine. It's just the twisty roads."  
"You were fine before? We can change the river if you want?"  
I shake my head at her, finally the urge to vomit subsiding, I stand up. My head slightly dizzy but otherwise I feel better, I retrieve my mouth wash from my bag, gargling and spitting it in the toilet. I blow some air in the cup of my hand, to check if my mouth still stinks.  
"Mia, I am fine. Seriously." I twirl a little in front of her, my head dizzy when I stop. Oh fuck! Still, I smile at her, successfully managing to convince her. I walk towards her, putting my hand at her shoulder and slightly pushing her towards the door, "Now you go, you have an early morning class."  
Mia throws her head back, staring at me, she makes an annoyed face probably listening me reminding her of the class, she shakes her head, and I chuckle at her reluctance. I nod my head at her, "Go!"  
Mia walks to the door, slightly turning and signs, "Let me know, if you don't feel well, okay?"  
"Yes, I will." I blow a kiss at her, and seemingly convinced she exits the washroom, leaving me alone.  
I turn to the mirror, the automatic smile falling immediately. The haunting image of mine, staring right back at me and something in me twists. Just a few weeks ago, I was laughing, looked fresh. But now, I have eye bag underneath my eyes, testament to the nights I have been awake to avoid the nightmares that have been plaguing my nights ever since the return of the masked men at my birthday.  
I shake my head, not wanting to go back there, I pick up my purse, lift my chin up, square my shoulders as I walk towards the bathroom door, swing it with enough strength to make my hair fly a little, I watch people pause, head tilt, and eyes turning to awe at my beauty—the Dive effect. It's ironic how normal, pathetic and scared I am alone, but I figure to crush at in public. 
Despite so many people to return the attention to, my eyes involuntarily search for the man who stands at the furthest corner with a cap tilt low to hide his eyes and face yet I recognize him, I always do. He stands there for a few minutes, I can watch him looking at me, his gaze burning me, but somehow, it's the good burn, the kind which sends butterflies swarming through my body, the kind that speeds up heart's rate. The kind that makes me want to stake my claim at him. And after a week of thinking it through, I might even just do that, even if I have I to fight a certain fake blondie who is currently raking her ugly ass nails on his arms. The arms that held me the last time we were alone together in my apartment.  
I take a deep breath, here we go doing something I never imagine I would be doing. Great!  
The ring bells and everyone continues with their day, but yet the stupid bitch stands there leaning her entire upper half on him. Like bitch get the hint and move away. Even I cringe looking at her desperate attempts to capture his attention.  
Once I am within an arm length, I extend my hand to him signaling him to take it—choose me. Ilya raises his perfect brows, his eyes questioning before a knowing smirk settles on his lips. My eyes turn stern, warning him silently not to do something that would embarrass me in front of this fake blondie.  
Ilya thinks better of it and wrenches his arms from Olivia's claw and puts the same hand in mine. I make a mental note to either make him wash his hands, or use a hand sanitizer.  
Olivia looks at Ilya as if he snatcher her lollipop, maybe did. But she looks at me as if I stole her house. I simply give her my bitch smirk, letting her know that she doesn't compares to me. If I want something, I have it.  
I smile sweetly at Ilya, tilting my head I make puppy eyes—I am never going to do that again, "Let's go babe?"  
A choked chuckle leaves him, and he nods his head, patting his chest meanwhile. We step away from Olivia when a hand stops me, I know it's Olivia but I take my time, taking a deep breath I turn my head towards her. First look at her which grips my arm, forbidding me to move and then slowly raise my eyes to meet her face.  
My voice is low as I speak out my threat, "Touch me again with those filthy hands of yours and no dentist will be able to fix your broken teeth after I shove my fist down your throat."  
Olivia's eyes widen and she jerkily releases my arm, realizing that I meant every fucking word I uttered. I don't bother to check Ilya's reaction because I can feel the wave of dissatisfaction emanating from him. But I am glad he still lets me drag him behind me.  
Once I found a suitable place which is basically the same dorm room which is rumored to be haunted by the spirit of the girl who took her life by jumping from the window, I stop. I turn around looking at Ilya who watches the entire surrounding with an eerie calm his jaw clenching tight and then unclenching. Clenching and then unclenching. Ilya looks at me waiting for me to break the silence and explain what's happening but for some reason whatever I planned to say, none of that comes out. All I feel is the tightening of the scar as the overwhelming fear of rejections consumes me.  
"Why did you bring me here, Maya?" Ilya asks, his voice losing the patience as minutes pass down without anyone of us speaking.  
I say nothing, just feel my scars tightening, and my heart rate increasing to the point of that I feel a panic attack coming. Why would he go out with me when I so ruthlessly crushed his confession?  
But then a voice in my heart says, why would he come into your apartment and ask you that you let him kiss you if he still didn't like you? I close my eyes as something calm but foreign takes over me pushing my fears aside.  
I take a deep breath; I raise my head to meet his icy but unusually warm eyes that send my heat roaring, I bite the inside of my lips as I finally speak out, "I know it's stupid to confess after I rejected you, but I kind of fell for you really hard and I have never felt this before for anyone and my heart is literally broken into tiny little pieces but that doesn't really matters. What I actually mean is, Ilya will you go out with me?"  
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The heck, I am so nervous for this chapter? I like this chapter, and it's going according to how I planned but let me know your thoughts.
As far as Ilya's POV is concerned, it wouldn't be coming any soon now. According to what I have planned, let's just say around Chapter 40. Dw, you'll still get to know all his feelings and thoughts from the beginning. 
Also a update too soon because today's my birthday. So here you go y'all. 
Happy Reading <3