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Akira
I don't even realize how much time has passed until I check my watch. Crap. Its eight pm and it's damn late. Placing books I've been reading on their places I hurriedly make my way to Mr Jacob's desk.
He looks surprised to see me here, "You're still here? Haven't you seen what time it is. Its dark out there." He asks incredulously.
I look away, embarrassed, "I'm sorry Mr Jacob. I was so absorbed in the book that I lost the track of the time."
He nods, his eyes are still hard, "Alright but don't ever let this happen again, do you understand me?"
Totally.
I nod with a 'yes sir' before I quickly step out of the door. Its dark but many people are around here, that's relaxing. Back in home, almost no one is around by this time. I fasten my step in hope to reach my room soon.
I am an idiot, who couldn't even keep time record. If only grandma gets to know about this, I'm sure she would call me back, home. I'm glad that I explained her earlier about blasting my phone and even more glad that she understood, that's a rare thing.
Rare indeed.
Out of no where a car comes to stop in front of me, startling me to no end. I stop, grasping my bag tightly, horrified. Seriously, was the driver trying to kill me? I wait for whoever in the car to come out.
I hold my breath as the person comes in my view.
Heartbeat stopping as my eyes finds the hard and passive grey eyes of the person before me.
What the heck is he doing here?
He is so beautiful that I can't stop myself from admiring him weather I want to or not. He is like ice beautiful but cold. The sight of him hurts physically.
Once again everything around me wants to disappear but I grasp it as if my life dependent on it. I can't let that happen again as much my heart and body wants to but I refuse to compromise with my self respect again, even if it means to hurt my feelings.
"You are not pretty enough."
His words from yesterday strikes me like a blade cutting hole in my chest, warning me to not go on the same lane.
Get away from here Ira!
I listen to my subconscious and walk forward with the amount of confidence I could muster up. Once I'm in front of him, I step aside moving past him.
One more step and I'd be away from him.
Just one more-
A hand clamps around my wrist pulling me back, before I can take any further step away from him, sending a jolt of electricity through my body, awakening my every dead nerves. As though on instinct I snatch my hand away immediately like his touch burned and it actually burned but in a whole different way and I'm yet to decide weather it's good or bad.
Stop it and get away.
I tried.
"Get inside."
My eyes snap to his, "Excuse me?" I ask quizzically.
Did I hear him correct? Is he really offering me a ride?
More like ordering.
"I said get in the car." He grits out, looking annoyed to have himself repeat
Oh he must be kidding.
What does he think of himself? He maybe mega rich but not for me. Has he forgotten how he humiliated me yesterday? How he mocked and insulted me? He may have forgotten but not me.
I cross my hands, "No, thank you."
He takes terrifying steps forward and I involuntarily back up, "I wasn't asking."
Oh yeah, you think?
As much I intimidated by him, I'm not going to be ordered around. Yesterday was enough to get straight, I don't need anymore.
I sigh, "Look I don't know what game you are playin..." I start but I'm cut off by him bashing his palm to the hood of the car.
I gulp, my nervousness starts to prickle up as I peek in his eyes through my lashes. He is staring in me with such intensity that I want to run away from his gaze and hide somewhere safe.
Then run.
"You have three fucking seconds before I haul you inside myself." He glowers.
From the tone of his voice I can tell he is dead serious and from his face too he look like he is refraining himself to do so. I try to stand against him but I don't want to take any risk too.
Oh fudge it!
I swiftly move to other side, opening the passenger door I quietly sit. It's my gain anyway, I get to reach home for free. He too takes his seat before putting the seatbelt on.
"Seatbelt." He snaps.
I want to roll my eyes but do it anyway.
Bad boy and seatbelt?
What a joke!
He starts the engine, crawling it swiftly on the road. While few more seconds of gazing at Mr beautiful- bad boy, I gently rub my wrist, I can still feel the burning sensation from his touch. The more I look the more I feel the tension cracks in the atmosphere. He is absolutely stiff, more like rigid. There is a briskness around us that I desperately want to remove but I can't. I press myself to the seat as I turn to look outside the window to the world running back as we are moving ahead. The whole the ride is filled with our silence when we both are in our own different world.
I feel a jolt when car stops abruptly, I scan my surrounding that's when I realised we have reached. I turn to him, "Thank you," pausing, I reconsider my self and I thank havens that I do cause I was going to say Romero as if I've forgotten what happened last time, "King." I finish.
I think I just saw his eyes widen slightly as he turn to me before they turn hard again, even more hard than earlier but behind them is a hint of nervousness.
He is nervous, but why?
He opens his mouth, "I....I....I'm.." but nothing else comes out. Nerves are exploding through his hands as they grip the steering wheel unusually hard, I'm afraid they might break.
I wait for him to say something, a hope builds up in my stomach. I don't know 'a hope of what' but it's giving me a exploding giddy feeling nonetheless.
Stupid.
I look at him expectantly as wait but when he still doesn't say anything, I prompt him, "What are you-..."
"Get out."
I look at him in surprise. Is he for real? Was this a game of his? To disgrace me? To mock me?
I can't believe this man.
"Huh?" I ask dumbly as I try search it in him.
He is not serious, is he?
"Get the fuck out!" He roars, banging his palm on wheel.
I recoil back as his harshness. What is wrong with this boy, one minute he is forcing me to sit in his car next minute he's kicking me out of it. All the hope I had flows away instantly and all the giddy feeling dies along with it. I really am a fool to even let those hope to rise up.
Told you so.
Shut the hell up.
Embarrassing tears once again well up at my humiliation but I refuse to let it show before him. He doesn't deserve my tears.
I lift my chin and courage, "Gladly, King." I spit before storming out of his car. I walk proudly without giving a backward glance, trying to not break down at his eyesight.
Why me?
He is so cold and callous, I don't think he has any feelings. I'm the stupid one who don't want to believe it. I angrily wipe my eyes through the back of my hand but don't stop. I can feel his eyes on the back of my head but I don't care or at least I try to pretend that I don't care.
And it's far from truth though.
Sadly.
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