Beneath the helmet

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When she looked at me with those captivating green eyes, I felt a powerful pull. My hand moved almost on its own, gently holding her chin to bring her closer. I was overwhelmed and confused, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to be close to her. Even when she slapped me three times, I didn't get angry—instead, I felt an even stronger urge to be near her. My parents had never slapped me in my life, but despite what she did, all I wanted was to touch her. Her bloodshot eyes made my feelings even more intense and confusing.

Then her friend came rushing in and shrugged my hand away from her face. My body instantly felt the loss of her soft skin.

Noa came beside me and put his arm around my shoulder before he could say anything her friend spoke with a pointing finger in my face.

Lale: don't you dare to touch her again or I

Noa replies for me: or you will. he arches his eyebrow. She steps in closer but this time towards Noa, and looks towards me with finger pointing still at me 

Lale: you will return the bike by tomorrow or I will  ( she looks at Noa and moving the pointed finger to him ) smash this pretty face of yours along with your bikes.

Noa rolls his eyes while removing his arm from my shoulder like, it's no fun and stands straight putting his hands in his jeans pockets.

Even though she is making a threat her face looks like she has seen a ghost or something, blood drained from it, her rose red lipstick smeared a little. She nudges her friend who seems like soul left her body, eyes fixated on the ground. Sibel ! Are you even here, she nudges again.                      She replies, let's go Lale, we will come later to get it  . She turns her feet slowly and exits with her hand tightly griping something shiny purple, which I presume is that one-blade keychain with which she cut me. This thought instantly made me touch the cut on my neck. As soon as they exit everyone starts whispering some loud some low.Aslan walks in, tosses his bag onto the couch, and sinks into it, closing his eyes. I also sink my self on it. Aslan notices the commotion in the room and asks while opening his eyes and sitting straight .

Aslan : whats happened ? why is everyone whispering ?

Noa flops onto the sofa. She came in, slapped him—once, twice, three times, emphasizing each with a raised finger—then walked out. Aslan glances at me, then at Noa, and finally at Emir, who stands with his hands in his pockets. Noa nods, and Emir follows suit. I stay expressionless, leaning back on the couch and closing my eyes.Aslan: "Tell me you're serious. Did she really?"Emir: "Believe me, she's wild."Noa: "The way she slapped him, bro, made me want to turn her around and do the same."Aslan: "Don't tell me that turned you on!"My eyes snap open, glaring at them. Noa casually rolls up his sleeves, unfazed, while Aslan raises his hands in surrender."Don't even think about it," I say to Noa through gritted teeth.Noa is the playboy of our group. When he sets his eyes on someone, it's only a matter of time before he has her. He doesn't care if she's willing or not; he's relentless, using charm or force to get what he wants. For him, it's all a game, and he always wins.Emir is different—he's drawn to soft, gentle souls, the kind of girl who's tender and sweet. My type has always aligned with his, preferring someone kind and easy to be with.But Aslan... Aslan is a whole different story. He's drawn to the challenge, to women who are fierce, loud, and untouchable on the surface. He loves the ones who are hard to crack, the ones who put up a fight. But what really gets him is the way they submit to him in the end, surrendering only to him. It's a power struggle, and Aslan thrives on it.Aslan says, "You'd better stay away from her and return her bike."Noa argues, "Why, man? Just let him keep it! He could use some drama in his boring life.""Yeah, man, let's keep it. It's not like we're harming anyone," Emir adds.I huff in frustration. Can these guys be quiet for just one minute?Aslan leans back on the couch, hands behind his head, and asks, "Do you even know her name?""Sibel," I reply quietly. I heard her friend say her name twice, so I know.Aslan presses, "Her full name?""I don't know," I say, closing my eyes tighter and growing more annoyed."That's why I'm saying return it and stay the hell away from her," Aslan insists.Noa, now intrigued, asks, "Are you going to tell us or not? Stop being dramatic.""Sibel Russo," Aslan finally says.Noa slaps Aslan's leg and exclaims, "Yes! Thank God for some drama!"Emir curses, "Fuck! You mean the sister of—"Before he can finish, I cut him off, my eyes wide, "Zade Russo."