I'll be your mirror (wlw, teacherxstudent)

chapter 2

Maakad: I'm going to pick you up tomorrow for school, be ready ;)
I groan reading Lara's text. Quickly I text her back with a 'not interested.'

My phone rings and her name, which I graciously saved as 'Monkey' pops up. I pick it up setting it down on my vanity. "Come on I'm not going to kill you." She starts, her blonde hair tied in a ponytail swaying left to right as she paces in her bedroom. That's a habit of hers, pacing or fidgeting when she's on call.

"Oh but you almost did. Don't you remember your attempted murder?" Once when we were going to school, she dropped me just minutes after we started the ride. Thankfully, no one was injured, just a few scratches were visible.

"That was one time! And we fell because you were annoying me with all your stupid questions!"

"Those were valid questions! I should know if you've fucked anyone on the bike I'm on."

She groans falling back on her bed, "Why will I fuck someone on my bike?"

"I don't know, people have weird kinks. That's why I asked, I wanted to be absolutely sure that I'm not sitting on something that I shouldn't sit on." Honestly, you can never know.

"Ugh trust me, will you? I've been riding that thing for two years now."

"Yet you still dropped me."
It was when we were in tenth grade, I was new then and used to walk thirty minutes to my uncle's to save money. She noticed and offered to drop me home during the middle of semester. I was terrified, still am. I hate bikes. I don't trust the drivers to keep me safe. Partly because I've been dropped from cycles, too many times to count. Hers is not even a cycle, it's a freaking bike!

"I promise I won't, if you shut up. Just trust me."

I debate whether I should accept her offer or no. Rolling my eyes I reply, "Just this once. I swear to God Lara, if you drop me again I'll-"

She interrupts letting me see her wide grin, "I won't, I won't. Fucking finally!"

"Are you free tonight? Want to have icecream after dinner? I'll call Kiara as well."

"Icecream Patch?" She asks and I nod smiling. "Alright. I'll pick you up."

"I can walk for fifteen minutes, babes."

"No excuses. I'm coming over. Save some soan papdi for me please." She requests the sweet dish which I once fed her and now she wants it everytime she comes by.

"I always do. Now come quick, I'm waiting for you."

She does a bow making me laugh, "Yes mam."

"Maya, honey, dinners ready." My aunt says knocking on my bedroom door.

"Coming!" I shout quickly sending Kiara a text. 'Come over to my uncle's. Let's go for icecream.'

I go down to see my uncle on the couch with his laptop on his lap. "He's still working?" I whisper to my aunt helping her serve the vegetables. She looks at him shaking her head disappointed.

"His boss is an asshole." Her forehead scrunches and she focuses back on plating the dishes. After we're done, she leans on the counter just observing her husband. I observe her lean figure, her hair in a bun, a few strands falling messily on her sides. Some flour from her apron spread on the floor as she removes it. Being a clean freak, she goes to get the mop but I stop her.

"I'll do it." Passing me a grateful smile she goes to her husband.

"Aaho, dinners ready. Continue the work tomorrow." She says massaging his shoulders. He hums as she removes her hands and guides him back to the table.