Kande Beach

Lights

Nishaan's POV:

My farewell was a bit forceful. I didn't want to go to Seattle. I checked the university out it doesn't even suit my cloths. As we approached the jet my breaths were little unstable. I was experiencing this butterflies and I was scared. Driver pulled up the car near the jet as Kyle- my bodyguard opened the door for me. I got out and saw other cars stopped behind us. Well, they al came for the press. I saw on the other side some reporters were hiding. My dad sadly made his way to me while buttoning his suit's blazer and I looked right into his eyes with a total blank face.

"Well, make me proud" he said and hugged me. The hug I didn't return. Then my mum and brother and aunt and all came and gave me a gave whispering 'I'll miss you' and 'Take care'.

I didn't utter a word, just stood there. After they all were done with their formalities I turned and grabbed my small back handbag from the car and left. I didn't even look back. When I got into our private jet I peaked through the window and Except my dad, everyone was happy.

I closed the window and took my sleeping pill. I reclined my seat and laid there, waiting for sleep to take over and the last thought in my brain was:

What is happiness?

Seattle | 6:30 pm

"Miss, we have arrived at your destination!" someone tapped on my shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes and sat up slowly.

"Paparazzi?" I asked.

"Few I guess!" she replied and I nodded. I stood up and wore my hoodie and wore pepsi's lue cap. I took my handbag and took a deep breath. I made my way to the exit. As the Seattle's air hit my face I shivered. It was already dusk.

"You ready bub?" Mr. Cahill shouted from afar where our range rover was parked. He was in his white shirt and black slacks - looking dashing as always. I was happy that he was with me.

My dad had to sent Mr. Cahill with me. He was my driver since the day one But here not only as a driver but would be my pseudo body guard and the happy thing was, Mr. Cahill actually argued on coming here with me, so he could take care of me in this unknown city. My dad was little taken back, seeing his left hand Loving me more than him. Plus he doesn't ask much questions.

Seattle was different and I didn't like it. Seattle's air was dirty and dry, but I felt rough, just like my attitude.

My dad had set me up with a girl, who was my dad's best friend's daughter and I did know her. Her name was Kiara Davis. She was a lovely - red headed - with lovely brown skin. She didn't like me, nor did I.

We used to be bff's when we were in sixth grade but then I ended things with her because it was too much for me, I didn't like it when someone starts knowing everything about me. Just like Yasmine and Now I ended things with her too. But now that I was here, there was this little thought was running around my brain that I should really try to be kind and make new friends. Long lasting friends.

Maybe I should give this a try. I thought. The drive to my apartment was quite. One thing about Mr. Cahill that with him I could stay\ sit in silence and not feel uncomfortable at all. It was opposite with my family, silence brought uncomfortableness when we have lunch or dinner. But thank god to my impressive brother my dad never stop bragging about him.

The apartment came into the view as we pulled up in the parking lot. I plugged my earphones in and played Lights by Elli Goulding.

"Hey," Kiara greetings as she opened the door wide open for me to come in. She had this fake smile - which was due to her dad, commanding her to be nice to me - on her face.

"Sup?" I greeted back bitterly and forcefully.

What! She should be glad that I at least said sup because I don't even look at people whom I I don't prefer to talk or don't want to talk.

"Mmm," she pressed her pink pulpy lips. she was indeed nervous. "Come in," she smiled nervously. I didn't understand why she was being extra nice to me and I didn't like it. I rolled my eyes and walked past her.

"So... Seattle huh?" she followed me in.

"Okay look, we don't have to do this, we both will just tell our dads that we're getting along, okay? So let's mind our own businesses." I didn't even look at her and started examining the apartment. Apartment was just fine but not luxurious. It only had 3 Bedrooms, 1 Bathrooms and one Full bathroom. The interior was modern which I hated the most. Ew.

It was large yet contagious.

Soon after checking the every corner, I decided to have the room I liked the most. It was the brightest room of all.. I loved it as soon as I saw it.

"Mine," I glanced back at Kiara who was awfully nervous and shy.

"But... It's.. my room," why was she shuttering? and it made me more confidence.

"So what?" I gave her I-seriously-don't-care look.

"No, Nishaan," she tried to glare at me. I tilted my neck and smiled. How innocent she was. I thought.

"Kiara, you know me, I can't sleep in rooms in right direction. You know I always sleep in rooms located in left direction." I explained cutely.

I could see her nose flaring. She was holding herself back.

"But..."

"I'm having this room okay? Move out," I smirked and left the apartment.

I got out of the apartment. I really needed to get out. Since my parents weren't here now I was happy that I could at least go for a walk whatever I want but honestly I was sad deep inside because I miss my family. I wasn't used to staying alone. I had always been surrounded by people. That was why my dad decided to do this, because he knew this was beyond my comfort zone and so this would keep me busy and I won't be a nuisance anymore while my brother get into oxford.

"Nishaan, aren't you jet lagged?" Asked the uncle Cahill as he saw me coming out of my so called 5 star apartment - Seattle Lux.

"Nah, uncle I think I'm gonna take a small walk,"

"Let me join you there."

"Nah, I want to be alone, but you rest." I gave him a tight smile.

"Cool! but keep your phone with ya, will you?" He knew that I didn't like taking my phone everywhere but since this was a whole new city, I - for my own safety - didn't dare to forget my phone.

"Yeah, I have it!" I flashed my phone to him and put in back in the back pocket of my shorts and went for a quick scroll. I was wearing a black- oversized "The nbhd" T-shirt and wore washed shorts. As I walked and walked on the side ways I stared feeling little nice. Maybe I could work this out. Soon I arrived at this park where I saw folks smoking , chatting and laughing. It was quite. The street lamps were looking cute in the dark.

The first that came into my mind was trying something I didn't do. So as I was wandering here there on the unknown streets of Seattle with people full of wearing luxurious clothes, I saw many people smoking here and there. So to provoke my dad and a little step to self fake discovery or just to behave I seriously don't care about my health, I bought a cigarette.

I was honestly scared to my death but I was Nishaan. I do things not only to provoke people who hurt me but also to provoke my rebel self.

I fearfully lit it up and looked for a second but without thinking anything took a small breath. As soon as the smoke travelled down my raw throat, I knew this wasn't for me.

I couldn't take it. I had to threw the cigar on the ground because I started coughing. For a few minutes I felt lightheadedness and dizziness. I felt like I won't ever be able to breath again. It was like bunch of unpleasant talk with your dad.

I could feel the instant chemical reacting in my body and I felt unholy. I looked for a bench sat there for a moment and a small big smile formed on my face. I didn't know why but it felt nice. People were looking down on me as they pass by and I just smiled. I could bet my eyes were red, blood shot red without tears.