A Genuine Infatuation and A Theorem for Love

Chapter 11

We rode in silence for virtually fifteen minutes; not a word was uttered by either of us. Samuel switched on the DVD player and tapped through his selection of music with his left hand. A foreign song instantly began playing - calm and melodious. I looked out of the window; we had emerged from the country-side and were headed towards town. I wondered where he intended to take me; the silence and suspense was nearly clawing at my insides. Hence, I decidedly risked a glance at him and regretted the moment I had done so - Samuel was yet again staring at me, the precise look he had displayed back in my room. I pondered whether I recalled seeing my final outcome in the mirror and did not remember doing so; perhaps I appeared hideous under the layers of make-up. 

 Suddenly, the car jolted to a stop and Samuel turned to face me, "We're here," he stated and got off the car. I frowned at him; he had presented a mere show of polite display at home, by offering me his arm. Either that or he was yet offended by my rejection. Sighing to myself, I climbed off the vehicle and appraised my surroundings. Many stores were open and pedestrians crossed the road at the traffic signal. Samuel's car was parked by the pavement. Everything spelled affluence in this region of town and I had never stepped foot here. People poured in and out of each respective store. It was quite a hectic time of the day to be outing. Lights were bearing from the label of the building before us - "Rick's B. Alley". It made no sense, whatsoever, so I turned to the only person capable of an explanation to it. However, this time I nearly lost my calm composure; he was staring at me again. I resolved to encounter him regarding his nonsense, endless - gawking. 

"Do I look funny to you?" I demanded from him. 

"No," he shrugged, "Why do you ask?" I noticed that he was holding back a smile. 

"Then why do you, unceasingly, ogle at me?" 

"I don't ogle at you," he stated with repulsion and astonishment. I was momentarily stunned. Even the mere idea of it seemed vile to him. Perhaps, I was envisaging the entire issue. I smiled nervously and fidgeted with my fingers. 

"Okay... So where are we, to be exact?" I inquired uneasily in a frail attempt to divert the topic, so as to prevent further embarrassment. For a peculiar cause, my heart kept racing whenever we made conversation. Being in close proximity with him was extremely hazardous to my fragile core. 

"We're at a bowling alley. I'm meeting up with some friends of mine. You can either join us or sit back in the car," he double raised his eyebrows and left with a laugh. The doors spontaneously slid wide open, to allow him entrance. My temper was gaining an upper-hand. I took deep breaths and analysed my situation: I was in the middle of an entirely foreign zone, with lack of acquaintances. Any person could easily maul me while I remained seated all by myself, in the car. I shook my head thoroughly at the awareness and stepped forth to join Samuel and his friends. It was a revolting substitution, though I could simply retreat to a secluded corner till he had concluded his gathering. Smiling at my swift analysis, I passed through a throng of youngsters, mostly males.  

"Yuck!" I silently complained, the sensation was queasy and horrendous. I spotted an empty space to my fore-right and hastily headed towards it.  

"Phew!" I wiped the beads of anxious perspiration away from my forehead and searched for Samuel amongst the enormous throb. I bit my lower lip looking to my right and left; he was nowhere in sight. Frowning, I climbed to my feet and examined more specifically. There were masses of homogenous groupings. Girls without shame, dressed in shanty rags that barely concealed than revealed. Guys draped their arms over them and flirted unabashed, deprived of a single worry or concern in the world. All of them stood at each alley for their respective turn to hurl the ball. I hugged myself and worry formed its way into my mind - Samuel dared bring me to a disrespectful zone. I was bursting with shame and loss of dignity. Many passers-by provided eccentric glances to sight such a girl in this area. I was fuming and stifled a snob.