Impossible to Forget

Chapter Nine

"Hmm I'll have to think about it." I grinned.

"Oh," Mohan looked down and scuffed his left foot in the red dry dirt sending up a little cloud of dust.

"Why don't you give me your number?"

He looked up his brown eyes wide, surprised, and happy like a puppy, "Really?"

"Yeah, really." I laughed.

"Oh, well then..." he turned and started frantically patting his pockets looking for something. He grinned pulling out a white calling card from his back left pocket of his tan shorts.

He held it out to me, was this some sort of joke? A calling card? Really? But hey, I guess they do things differently here.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rohan leaning against on of the enclosing walls of the park, just enough in the shadows so he wouldn't be so conspicuous as he eavesdropped.

I took the card from Mohan and winked at him, "You might hear from me." 

Wiggling my fingers in that flirtatious goodbye that always used to leave boys staring in the movies, I turned to the black Ambassador that had pulled up behind me. 

It wasn't the same car I had taken before but I had recognized Krishna in the driver’s seat.  I opened the door gracefully sliding in, it was an impressive exit if I do say so myself.

I stared blankly at the the back of the tan leather seat in front of me, I felt my mouth curl up into a small smile. 

That was the most amazing thing that had happened to me! Imagine being asked out for the first time by a genuinely cute boy, not some ugly awkward boy, and actually being to pull off the whole experienced air!

I giggled, bouncing up and down on the warm leather seat doing a little fist pumping jig. I guess reading all those cliche romance novels had paid off after all. 

“Why are you so happy?” a sarcastically male voice invaded my private moment of happiness.

I winced, this has got to be some sort of sick twist of Karma, no way can he be in this car. 

There is no way I nodded to myself. I felt Krishna start to drive, merging into the hectic yet slow traffic.

I decided that if I ignored the voice and focused on other things it would cease to exist.

Oh look at that cow in the middle of the road, it was so funny just standing there chewing grass forcing everyone to maneuver around it. 

“What is that in your hands?” the voice raised it’s volume trying to get me to acknowledge it, but I had read about this before. 

When one experiences hallucinations, the best thing to do is to not acknowledge them because recognizing them tricks your brain into thinking they are real.

He is at the movies with Aisha. He is cuddling with her right now. They probably aren’t even watching the movie. He cannot possibly be in this car. He cannot be in this very car...

I silently chanted to myself over and over, staring at the seat in front of me refusing to turn my head, just in case of course.

“Fine then.” I felt the white calling card ripped out of my hands and my eyes widened in surprise at the sudden absence of the proof of my accomplishment.

I turned glaring and there he was, the insufferable maggot. He sat there smirking his little smile at me. I reached up to grab the card back and he pulled his arm back deliberately taunting me.

“Give it back.” I reached up again before crossed my arms suddenly realizing the whole childishness of the situation.

“What is it anyway?” Ram smirked flipping the card over to read it.