"So as a conversation starter, would you like to hear or talk about the extraordinary life both of us have lead?" Drew asked walking by my side as we exited the library.
"Extraordinary might be an understatement for yours Mr Sorentto because as I have observed and made some preassumptions which i would like for you to break down you are a very rich man. Both in intellect and reality. Your Versace coat costs around 250 dollars and has been miserably used by you. As for your shoes, Nike latest edition. Again quite expensive. You have three packets of Marlboro in the pocket of your pants and your Rolex suggests that your parents pamper you a lot because of two reasons. The first one being you are the only child which i am not so sure about but the second one being that they they don't spend much time with you, working parents nowadays are a pain in the ass. I believe I've been correct so far?"
"As right as could be. What else have you got?" He asked not shocked by my words.
"You are a critic but not one who voices his opinions in front of large masses. The library scene doesn't seem like a rare occasion but I'd be glad to try and hear you speak in an auditorium or a council. You try deducing and planning strategically but miss out quite a lot of things. You are an eighteen year old boy who just completed his studies might i add and is preferably looking for a job to prove his independence to grasp the attention of the mighty parents. Now Mr Sorentto, would it be reasonable enough for me to ask, why the scars on your hands?" I couldn't resist asking it. Clearly if he missed something in life what would it be? Self harming was not a new thing for me to see but with Drew. Maybe yes.
"I say not. My turn now." He declined.
"Go ahead."
We turned round the corner as he started.
"Adria is not your birth name. You are an Indian-American who has temporarily found settlement here. College perhaps. You have one or three siblings, not particularly fond of them or your family judging by how you've constantly ignored eight incoming calls from your mother. Not many close friends either. You suffer from mild insomnia if I may suggest, your concealer doesn't do a particularly good job of hiding your dark circles. Insecure, depressed and a very anxious person would be the words of any observer but I'd say that you are confident, quite and lethal. You've had a recent surgery explaining the reason why you wince slightly everytime you walk and I strongly suggest that you get home to change your distressed jeans right now or your laundry-person will have a hard time or be very distressed while doing your laundry this weekend." I looked down to find blood staining my jeans.
"An awful pun. It could've been my period blood?"
"I was about to add sorry not sorry and not likely. The thickness of the bandages is visible." He replied putting an arm around me as i staggered. "The coffee can wait."
He called for an uber as he helped me sit by a lamppost.
"How right was i?" He asked looking at me hopefully.
"Almost got everything. I'm here to get away from some problems and give my college interview. Hampshire is a huge deal for no apparent reason. I have one sibling but we don't get along well. As i said an observer but you miss some things out." I replied putting pressure on my wound.
As the uber arrived. He helped me get up and opened the door. Chivalry wasn't dead after all. As he sat beside me I gave my address to the uber driver.
"Why Adria?" He asked.
"I'll let you figure that out yourself. For the time being let me judge your taste in music by your playlist." I replied relaxing as he pulled my leg up and rested in on his lap.
He plugged in his phone and the first song that played up was The A Team by Ed Sheeran.
"I might have found my soul mate." I said as he let out a laugh. We hummed to the song as the driver drove the car slowly in his own peaceful world.
"I obsess over every artist from the 90s and now." I said.
"Obsess is a strong word but I believe you. Heard of Panic! At the Disco or Greenday?"
"I have but never really heard their songs." I said nonchantly
"You cannot take my music taste lightly lady. I have to introduce you to their world." He said staring at me like a hawk.
"Well I guess we can do it after I change my bandages." I replied as the driver finally parked in front of my apartment. I reached my wallet and handed the cash to him as Drew helped me out.
"The coffee will be on me." He stated.
We reached the elevator without much of a blood spill.
"You suffer from claustrophobia" drew said. Without waiting for my reply he picked me up, taking special care not to hurt my thighs and walked towards the staircase.
"I didn't look that nervy." I replied.
"Your eyes couldn't meet mine. You hands were shaking and there were obvious chances of you about to say what I did so I took my chance. Did the surgery hurt?" He asked as he climbed two stairs at a time.
"Fourth floor. I was pretty much knocked out the whole time so my answer would be no. The after effects do seem bad." I replied as he opened the door to the hallway.
He walked out and helped me stand on my feet.
"Would it be inappropriate of me to make a comment about you bringing me home even before the first date?" He asked as he grinned showing me his tooth gap. It was precious.
"Would it be inappropriate if I punch your shoulder hard enough to make you scream like a little girl?" I smiled back.
"Fair enough. Look who brought a boy back home even before the first date!" He hollered in the hallway as I reached my keys.
And it did happen. He shouted as I punched him.
"My thoughts for you right now are I hate you but I still want to come inside your house." He said his facial expression going from pained to happy to cocky.
"Well then welcome to my humble abode Mr Sorentto." I replied as I entered the apartment.
"Don't make yourself too much at home. I'll be back in twenty minutes give or take." I replied walking towards the bathroom.
I grabbed a pair of shorts and fresh bandages from the locker right below my vanity mirror.
As I tried to wiggle out of my jeans Drew entered the bathroom.
"If you are trying to get an opportunity to see me naked in this vulnerable position of mine I applaud your fuckboy behaviour." I stated.
"Well I came to ask where you kept the cookies but I'd rather be applauded now for helping you." He replied as he held me by the shoulders. He sat me down on the closed toilet lid and started pulling my jeans from the ankles.
"You do realise my motive is not to see you naked but to help you?" He asked as the jeans easily slipped down my thighs exposing the bandages.
"Who'd like to see a girl weighing 150 pounds with all the fat in the wrong places naked?" I replied. I was in no way body shaming myself but stating the obvious. He looked up at me as if I had just grown another head.
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