🔥FOES TO FLAMES🔥 : ENEMIES TO LOVERS OFFICE ROMANCE

Chapter 1: My Archenemy

I wonder how long it's been. I am waiting at the subway station for Peter to show up. And of course, I wouldn't have, in any other situation. Even if I was bleeding to death and about a second away from dying, I wouldn't ask for his help even if he has an elixir of life or anything.

So you might have guessed how much desperate I was when I said i needed his help. I most certainly am.
And I feel extremely pathetic to be asking for his help. He was a monstrosity of a person, the type of person I wouldn't hesitate to perform a cold blooded murder on, with no shread of regret because that's how annoying he really is. And I am very much sure he thinks the same about me.

I have no fond memories with him from the past . I remember one day he casually asked to meet me in the school's basement in middle school. Our school's basement was basically of no use for a long time and had almost turned into an storage room. He called me there to return the notes that I asked him to return, which in fact he STOLE from my backpack back then. Well this story ended with me stuck in the basement or should I say a RODENT INFESTED BASEMENT for about half an hour screaming and crying while that monster was probably laughing at me from the outside.
Oh yes,We knew each other from middle school. He was our school teacher's son but still had the nerve of causing total ruckus in class and never getting caught. He was smart enough to pass his exams without studying. He barely used to study in school but still managed to score well during exams. Probably that's the only good thing he got from his mother, his brain.That brain of his which he used in pranking, and making fun of people which was... usually me.
His mother on the other hand was a beautiful and charming women with kind eyes and modest nature. I liked her. I always wondered how that beast came from such a kind women's womb.

But it's been years since then. We both have grown up and I haven't really seen him for years. I was born and brought up in Surrey. We both grew up there. But when we came into high school his family moved to America where he continued his High School. Later I didn't hear much about him. Just that he went to some  reputed American college for studies with a Scholarship which was surprising taking in consideration that he was a complete bone head in school.

It's been more than 2 hours I have been waiting in this damned subway station for him. I gave him plenty of miss calls with no reply back. I guess I have been stood up.

I wonder why did he chose to call me to a subway station out of all places. Does he travel by a subway everyday? I heard that he is gotten well off now, works in a good company at some good position. I don't know much details though. Does he still travel by subway? Well it's actually much smarter taking in consideration of New York's traffic which is absolutely terrible.
I wondered to myself. So is this a prank? I thought he would have grown up by now but I guess he is still the same. I scoff thinking to myself how foolhardy I was to waste my time on someone as ridiculous as Peter Carmicheal. I sensed anger boiling upto my head causing my cheeks to flush and become red with fury.

I got up from my seat. Picked up my purse and started walking towards the stairway. Anger was flowing through my bloodstream when I suddenly halted in between the staircase.
He can't be getting away with this. How could he? I am not a pushover. He can't just not show up to a meeting when he literally decided the date and time according to his convenience. It's absurd.

I took out my phone and dialed his number, which of course he didn't pick up, again and i switched it to voice note.

"You, You bastard, you silly Muppet, how dare you not pick up my calls. I have been waiting for you In this damn subway station for the past 2 hours but you... how dare you stand me up! You are an arse Peter Carmicheal. I do not wish to contact you again and now I don't need your help anyway."
Well i lied. I did need his help though. It seems my pride took over. But I sent him the voice note. I walked towards the exit thinking of the ways I should get back at him. But I can't. I haven't even seen him or met him yet. I don't know how to. How am I supposed to confront him when I don't know where he is or what he does. I got his number from my mother who got his number from his mother. I know, i have no body i know in this place. I am in a foreign city, job hunting and putting out résumé in every job opening I see in New York. I am really desperate to find a job. I have been unemployed for a while and I don't know how I am going to manage my expenses without a proper job. And my mum and dad are also hoping I find one soon or they will probably ask me to come back home which I don't want to. I wish to prove myself here. Even if that makes me ask a favour from my arch nemesis.