I stared at myself in the mirror, and grinned. I threw my hair into a bun and threw on a black skirt with a tight black tank top underneath a loose white tank top. I wore a pair of legging and then stuffed my feet into a random pair of boots.
I applied all my make and then grabbed my bag and a jacket, slowly opening my door and sneaking out of the dorm. I wore my jacket and threw the hood on as I walked down the hall with my head faced down. I didn’t want the camera’s catching a glimpse of my face. The school would surely use that against me.
I continued walking but as I walked, I wasn’t very sure where I was going, I was just hoping someone was smart enough to move. Unfortunately, I was proved wrong as someone came barreling in me.
I fell to the ground and yelled, “FUCKING HELL!” I threw my hood off, not caring if the camera sees me and yelled, “Watch where you’re fucking going!”
Doors in the hall opened and people began sticking their heads out, watching the scene that was beginning. I shot all of them deadly glares and they stuck their heads back in, closing their doors but I new they were looking through their peep holes.
I sighed glaring at Asher who was on the ground groaning. I stood up and dusted off the invisible dirt, all as I continued glaring at Asher.
“Damn,” he muttered with his slight unknown accent, “Why the fuck did you have your head down?”
“None of your business,” I glared giving his a sweet smirk. I push my hair back and crossed my arms as he stood up, muttering something.
“Whatever,” he grumbled. I rolled my eyes as he began staring at me. I frowned and asked, “What?”
“Where are you going?” Asher frowned.
“No where,” I lied, walking away. Asher followed after me, catching up quicker than any uncaring person should. I groaned, whirling around and glaring at him as I hissed, “Why are you following me?”
He back up a bit, raising his hands up and blinked at my sudden harshness.
“You okay, mate?” he asked, cracking a smile. I blinked, taken aback; I shook my head and continued my walk.
Unfortunately, today it seems Asher has decided to actually come near me. I stopped in the middle of the hall and whirled around, furious beyond relief.
“CAN YOU STOP FOLLOWING ME!” I yelled, stomping my foot.
“Chill,” he chuckled and then frowned, “Why are you mad?” I gave an exasperated huff and then wore a fake smile, as I said, “I’m not mad. I’m happy.”
“Oh my god,” he said sarcastically, “You are happy, my mistake.” I rolled my eyes and plead, “Can you please just leave me alone.” Normally, I wouldn’t ever plea but I just got a call from my dad, I’d do anything to just get away because of that.
“No,” Asher responded, “Since you’re ready anyways, I’ll take you somewhere.” I sighed, a look of determination was planted firmly on his face and I really couldn’t argue as I didn’t have the emotional strength to do so.
And because he was already dragging me away somewhere. ----------------------------------------------------------
“Where are you taking me?” I frowned as Asher began driving over a bridge. I looked besides me and noticed as we passed by the large ocean. My breathe got caught in my throat as my eyes widened, the ocean was looking rather large and was frightening me a bit.
“We’re going to Fremont,” Asher grinned. I didn’t pay any attention to what he said though, as I was trying my best to keep myself from hyperventilating. I looked away from the ocean and ahead, holding on tightly to the arm rest.
Most likely from my posture, it seemed that Asher noticed my fear.
“Are you alright?” Asher asked, he reached a hand out to console me but I yelled at him, “KEEP YOUR HANDS ON THE WHEEL MISTER!”
His hand retreated and went on the wheel, he sighed and said, “Calm down, we’ll be off the bridge in no longer than five minutes.”
“I’m holding you on to that,” I growled, glaring at him. He just simply let out a chuckle and shook his head, looking to me. I barked at him to pay attention to the road making him snap his head back to the road but he didn’t stop chuckling. For some reason, that helped me relax.
Why?
I wasn’t sure but it did.
He drove off the bridge and I let go of the handle, and asked, again, “Where are we going again?”
“Fremont,” He smiled; I nodded my head, Fremont was well over an hour away from San Francisco. He continued driving as we both were silenced, we didn’t say nothing and frankly, I think he sensed that I really didn’t want to talk.
Finally, we got off the freeway and began driving by a few stores. I looked out the window, this was the first time I came hear. We drove for a few minutes more until we stopped by a few restaurants. I frowned as Asher parked in front of a restaurant called Mexican Restaurant.
“Why are we here?” I asked, turning to Asher. Asher got out of the car after killing the engine and I followed suit asking the same question again.
“Well, you seemed like you needed a change so I decided to take you to a Paki-Indian restaurant.” I frowned, a place called Mexican Restaurant doesn’t sound very pleasant.
“That’s a mexican restaurant,” I said, pointing at the place. Asher shook his head in amusement and pointed to the restaurant besides it and said, “Yes, that is a mexican restaurant but THIS is a Paki-Indian restaurant.” I looked at the sign and read, “Shalimar.”
I turned to him asked, “Why are we at some Paki-Indian restaurant?”
“Why not?” He grinned, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the restaurant. Upon entering, the smell of spices entered my nostril. Asher led me to a table and told me to sit down as he went to the front desk to order some food. Several minutes later he returned, sitting in the seat in front of me.
I looked around the place and turned to Asher asking, “What’s the food like?” He grinned and replied, “Why don’t you taste the food and find out?”
I turned around and saw our food coming, the waiter laid the food before us and left, leaving us to dig in. I stared at the curries and bread.
“How do I eat this?” I asked, looking up to Asher. Asher let out a laugh and said, “Here let me help you.” He took a spoon and poured some of the orange chicken curry thing onto my plate. He then put this chicken that reminded me of tigers.
He gave me some bread and then did the same with his plate. He ripped a piece off the bread and folded it, dipping it into the curry and putting it in his mouth.
After chewing it, he grinned at me and said, “That is how.” I copied what he did and when it entered my mouth, I couldn’t help but embrace the taste. It was a mix between spices and all these other things.
However, it was short lived as the spice finally hit. My eyes widened, beginning to tear up. I waved my hand in front of my face, and blinked several times trying to keep myself composed. Asher stood up and ran to get water as I hopped in my seat.
I panted and tried to keep myself from crying but it wasn’t working, seconds later, Asher came back and gave me water.
I gulped the whole thing in four sips. I removed the bottle from my mouth and felt relieved. Asher sat in front of me with a grin and said, “What do you think?”
“Spicy,” I laughed light-heartily, “But good. Really good.”
“Good,” Asher laughed, “You’ll grow a tolerance against the spicy-ness as you eat more often.” I grinned and began eating the food once again.
At the end of the meal, I drank about two water bottles and grinned. I enjoyed the meal although I the amount of a child. We walked out of the restaurant when I asked, “How do you know this place?”
“My dad knows the owner,” Asher smiled. We kept walking for a while until we got to a park with a lake in the middle. We then began walking around the lake when I asked, “Where are you from?”
“What do you mean?” Asher frowned; unlike last time he didn’t stop when I asked something personal.
“I mean, where did you come from?” I clarified.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Asher said, waggling his eyebrows. I laughed and said, “Yes, I would like to know!”
“Well, I lived in New York before coming over here,” Asher smiled. I gasped and yelled, “WHY DID YOU LEAVE NEW YORK!? THAT PLACE IS AMAZING!” Asher laughed and nodded his head, “It is! I lived there for like five years.”
“Where did you live before that?” I asked, walking onto the bridge.
“I lived in Australia,” I blinked back, turning around walking as I faced him and yelled, “THAT EXPLAINS THE SLIGHT ACCENT!”
He just shook his head and replied, “Your the first to call my accent out.” I grinned, “I’m observing when I want to.”
“Oh really,” He laughed. We talked for a while and before I knew, we walked around the whole lake. The sun was setting but we didn’t leave, we just headed to the swing set.
There was no one there so it was vacant. We dashed for the swings and sat down.
“Wanna race?” I grinned, holding on tight to the chain.
“Why not? Besides, you’ll lose,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and replied, “You wish.” And then the race began, we both raised our legs and pulled it back in, trying to beat each other. At the end, he did win but it was only because he was more in shape and had more weight.
Mad, I jumped off the swing and sat down on the sand. I ran my hands through the sand, picking a handful up. The sand slipped through my finger and I smiled. I shook the leftover pieces of sand off and lied down on the sandy service. I looked up and at the sunset; next to me, Asher laid and we just began talking.
“What was it like in New York?” I asked, a big goofy smile on my face
“It was crowded, loud, a bit chilly, you could smell smoke every where you go,” he said, not turning his eyes away from above.
“I know,” I smiled.
“Then why’d you ask if you know,” Asher asked.
“I wanted to see if New York was the same, after all I do plan to go back there one day,” I whispered, the smile still firmly on my face.
“Oh.”
“You know,” I said, “When I was a kid, I always wanted to go to New York. Everywhere, I would here stories of the amazing place but would never go. That was until one Christmas morning, my parents announced we were going to New York. That day I was elated, it felt like my little child dreams had come true!” I smiled, recalling the memory but it didn’t last long as I continued, “When we went to New York, I went everywhere, did everything! It was like a miracle. But one day my dad took me out to show me something. However, first he had to go to some store. So he parked his car and left me in it. I sat there waiting and waiting. I looked out the window to search for my father and at a distance, I saw this crazy car driving this car crazily. The car began drawing nearer and nearer to where our car was parked.”
I stayed silent after that, not continuing. I could feel Asher’s eyes on me but I still wouldn’t continue.
“Then what happened?” Asher asked, curiosity evident in his eyes. I turned my head to him and smiled, getting up. I reached my hands up and helped him up. Taking my silence as an answer, he didn’t ask after that. We headed back to the car and sat inside.
The ride took an hour and a half with an extra fifteen minutes to get to the school. When we left the car, we went to our dorms. The whole time, we both were quiet.
Finally, when we reached our rooms, we opened our rooms door. Before Asher could enter when I walked up to him and pulled his head to mine. The distance between our faces was probably an inch or two. I could feel his breathe on mine and I was so sure that he could feel mine on his. I brought my mouth to his ear and whispered, “We got hit.”
I peck him on the cheek and then pulled away, running into my room and leaving him to ponder what he just heard.
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