Guns and Roses

Chapter 1

Rizwana's Point Of View (POV)

Getting off the plane, my hand went automatically to my head, to shield my eyes. The sun was too bright.

New York turned out to be a huge city, bigger that I had expected. The buildings were all tall, the glass shiny, the streets crowded, the people posh. This was all new to me; I'd never been to an actual city before.

Unsuccessfully, I tried pulling my skirt down. It was so uncomfortable. I never really wore skirts back at home-it was just training pants and sweatshirts. But to fit into a city like this, I'd have to wear clothes like these.

Getting into a cab,I gave the driver the address of the hotel I was supposed to stay in. For how long, I wasn't sure. I just knew that I had to stay here till HE stayed here. Automatically, my mind drifted to our plan, and I realised I was nervous. This didn't usually happen to me, I was always sure of myself, knew what I had to do, did it perfectly and was done, but this time, it was different.

This was a mission I had dedicated my life to, this was a plan I had come up with myself, this is what I had been training for since I was nine. And I could not fail.

*

Before I knew it, the taxi had pulled up the drive of the hotel. I got off the cab, and tried or to gape at the size of the place. It was HUGE. luckily, there was just one entrance, or I wouldn't have known where to go. I watched people walking in and out of the place busily, in their stilettoes and black coats.

"Um,miss?" I jumped, realising that I had been standing at the entrance of the hotel,  just staring at everyone and everything around me. I turned towards the source of the sound- a bellboy, I assumed.

"Um,yeah?" I couldn't resist the urge to mimic him.

"Do you need any help?" He asked.

"Yes,how do I get to the reception?"

He took me to the reception, where a lady sitting behind a computer wearing bright red lipstick asked me the name under which my reservation was made. "Victoria. " I said with a smile. That was the name I was going with here. My real name was Rizwana. "Ohmygawwwwshh" she literally gushed. "You're so lucky! Yours is the room opposite Aaron Crawford's!" "Great" I said, because I already knew. That was the reason we had booked the room in the first place.

*

The lady at the reception told me to take the  elevator  to the 18th floor (which was where my room was), and pointed to a glass box when I asked her what an elevator was, an incredulous look on her face.

I entered the glass box. There were already a few  people in it. Suddenly, it started moving upwards. Nobody else seemed tense with this development, so I tried keeping my calm. But as the box went higher, so did the level of my discomfort. I so badly wanted to break the glass walls of the box so it would stop, that I ran out of it as SOON as it came to a stop and it's doors opened, and walked STRAIGHT into somebody. A guy, judging by the hard chest my nose had hit.

But I was in no mood to judge just then, and without thinking, I snapped at the stupidly good-looking face. "Watch where you're going!"

Oh no. Deep green eyes, chestnut brown fringes, sexy pink lips. It wasn't... It couldn't be... "Oh,sorry, I shouldn't have run out of the elevator. Oh wait,no. That was you. "

Ah, hell.

That voice.

If the face hadn't confirmed it, his voice did. That was the face I'd seen in all the newspaper clippings and magazine articles Omar had cut out and stuck all around the house, the face we had both crossed out with red markers and scratched with scissors. This was the voice I had heard giving many interviews and answering fans questions on TV, when me and Omar were trying to find out stuff we could use.

This was Aaron Crawford.

*

"Yeah, you're right. That was my bad. " I said, apologetically. I couldn't get off to a bad start with him.

"I'm sure you consider it your GOOD, now that you've walked into me. " he whispered in my ear with a wink.

"Excuse me?" I was stumped by his cockiness.

"So much for playing clueless. I get dumb attention-seekers like you ALL the time, bumping into me, hoping I fall for you," he chuckled to himself, a deep, sexy sound.

But I hardly heard it. The words "...hoping I fall for you. " were ringing in my head. Was I THAT easy to see through? I had always taken pride  in my ability to not display any emotions at all, and here he-

Oh wait. He was just kidding. He didn't actually KNOW.

Humiliated, but still trying to maintain my dignity, I said to him coolly, "Why would anyone want to walk into you on purpose? You're an ugly freak of a nutcase. "

Trying being the keyword, obviously. even a pre-schooler would have no dignity left to maintain if he used 'ugly freak of a nutcase' as an insult. "Aww. Poor slut thinks I'm an ugly freak of a nutcase," he mimicked my voice, his deep green eyes mocking me. He sure as hell knew how to push buttons.

All at once, I realised that everyone around us was laughing at me. Angry, embarrassed, I did the one thing that naturally came to me. I took a step towards him , closing whatever distance there was between us. With one hand, I grabbed the hair at the back of his head. It was so soft, I accidentally got side tracked for a second. I leaned towards him, and gave him a...

Punch. Bam! Smack in the middle of his face. I could feel a bone  dislocate as my fist came in contact with his nose. With a satisfied smirk on my face, I whispered in his ear, in the same cocky way that he just had. "I always have the last laugh. "