I get ready to leave for my hostel since clearly, I'm in no state to attend college today. My head still hurts a little and this conversation with Sid has just added another misery to my already miserable state.
Why was I sleeping in Sid's bedroom and not in the guestroom?
Aren't huge mansions of more than 10 rooms supposed to have a guestroom as well?
"You ready, sweetie?" A voice from behind make me jump out of my thoughts when I register in my head that it's Sid.
I nod at him in reply and take my belongings to leave.
We get out of the elevator and walk to his car in the parking lot. He opens the gate of the passenger seat for me, just like the gentleman he is and once I get inside, he moves to the driver seat of the car.
"Anu, you still don't seem to be okay. What is it that's bothering you so much?" His gaze that's fixed on me makes me want to leave this car, this street, this city and this planet.
Somebody take me to mars.
"I.. I actually was.." I stutter as to not knowing how to frame this awkward question that's haunting me since morning. He is still looking at me, probably trying to figure out the reason behind my awkwardness.
"Why was I sleeping in your room and not in the guestroom? You do have a guestroom at your place, right?" I blurt out.
He looks at me with furrowed eyes, trying to register my question in his head. When he realizes what I'm talking About, he says, "yes, we have guestrooms at our place very much, but you weren't in the state for me to take you all the way upstairs. I barely could manage to take you out of that club. Besides, you were screaming and shouting so much. I thought it was better for you to sleep in my bedroom and I'll go upstairs and sleep in the guestroom but I was so tired and drunk, that as soon as I gave you the pills, I passed out next to you right away in my bed."
I am the definition of embarrassment right now.
I walk into the hostel room. Sarah's not there, probably off to her college.
My charger is still hanging on the switch board. The pizza box is on my bed. Bedsheets all crimpled and my clothes all over the room.
Yes, I'm all about mess.
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Teen FictionAnanya Malhotra is an 18-year-old Media Student, completely torn and absolutely lazy, trying to get her life on a track she herself isn't clear about, struggling through a relationship which doesn't even hold anything anymore, and figuring out ways...
