I'd come for you

Chapter 12: CAT CAUGHT YOUR TONGUE, MUNCHKIN?

Hello dear readers!

The previous chapter ie chapter 11 was really lengthy. It was around 2800 words. I usually stick to 2000 words but I got carried away with the flow.

So yeah, All other chapters won't be that long. They'll be around 2000 words.

So here's the next chapter. There's sarcasm and much more. So go ahead and read it. If you find something's missing or not satisfactory feel free and frank to help me.
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'Sorry' was long thrown out of the window when I realised it was Nick I'd collided with. And considering his snarky comment, he totally didn't deserve my apology. Instead he was enjoying every second of me squirming on top of him.

But nonetheless, he had cushioned my fall. So I think I could excuse him...for this once.

"You. Irresistible? Pfft. Please. Let's not talk about your as-alive-as-the-Dead-Sea-charm in wooing the opposite population and concentrate on getting out of this position." I teased him. Of course he was irresistible. But who said I need to accept it to him and be the source of the air filling in his big fat balloon of ego? Instead I'd be honoured to burst it anytime.

"Denial. Denial. You're in denial." He chanted smugly.

"GET YOUR WANDERING HANDS OFF OF ME. YOU GOOF!" I snapped at his annoying tone.

"Feisty. I like it." He mused. I glared at him in response and raised an eyebrow at him. He flipped my nose. "Alright. Stop giving me that look."

I smirked at the thought of him being intimated by me. "And that smirk too." He said looking weirdly at me. "You look total evil."

Hah! Mission accomplished!

"I AM evil!" I winked at him.

While Adi and Chase and Aakash tried hard to get on my nerves, this boy effortlessly picked on my nerves. He affected my calm and collected demeanour. And it was so unlike me. He always managed to pull me out of my comfort zone. That ass!

I pulled my hands roughly from underneath his back, hurting myself in the process. My hands were red and throbbing with pain. And my mind wanders back to that time when tom's fingers would get crushed under a heavy log or block. How his pale hand would turn red and finger tips palpating when he roughly pulls out. (Tom & jerry)

"God. Nick!" I pulled myself away and sat across from him as he sat up. One hand supporting his weight behind him while one hand running through the back of his head, rubbing it. He must've hurt his head in the process. "You're one helluva fat guy." I scrunched up my nose, feeling disgusted from the pain.

His expression turned from frown to realisation....to shock....to glare which was openly directed to....me. "Oh hell no." He mumbled something under his breath and I moved to stand up. Suddenly he pulled me down so I was now straddling him. I let out an yelp as I was caught off guard. I did not see this coming.

Wtf was he thinking? I was straddling him for fucks sake!

I shuffled to stand up but his big, strong hands on my knees made it impossible. I huffed and surrendered in the look he gave me, but not before rolling my eyes at him. When I made no move to get up, he rested his hands behind him and leaned back, shifting his body weight on them. "You weren't complaining when you were sniffing me like a pig. Or when you buried your face in my chest, huh?" I opened and shut my mouth like a fish. I had nothing to say. And I cursed him mentally as I realized he damn well cornered me. "Cat caught your tongue, munchkin?" He tilted his head. The corner of his lips tipped up in a smirk as his eyes shone.