BOOMERANG

Chapter 2

Adam's POV

Shit !!! She's a smartass, caught me off-guard, I thought. I was thoroughly enjoying her voice. I swear I had never heard anyone singing from heart, pouring all the feelings into a song.
Damn, she got me right there.

A silent fan, that she had earned for herself tonight. I lied that I was leaving. Hey, don't you blame me. You'd have done the same thing if it meant hearing more of that mesmerizing voice.
I was literally lost in her voice, didn't even realize it had been more than an hour hiding in this corner.

I know you're wondering what a popular stud like me, is doing in the patio behind a couch in darkness when there's a party going on inside.

***flashback***

Summer break started, to hell with it. These summer breaks do not make much difference for players like us. I know there are perks of being a player, the best one to be precise but that comes along with a cost to pay, practice sessions that always lasts beyond anticipated schedules, diets to be controlled, strict exercise routines to follow and much more.

However, being popular among the students, getting too many female attention, especially those who preferred discovering the geography of my body as if they had some treasures to get hold of, and attending loud parties were something I never really enjoyed. I know you find it hard to believe.

Well, I had my own definition of fun, which was definitely not alcohol and women. I had never voiced my preferences though. I'd go wherever my team wanted to, I had some great team mates afterall. 

Then, why am I hiding here? Because my team mates have gone crazy. I don't know who initiated this but they've come up with the weirdest idea of getting a tattoo that says, "I am impotent" and "will you still marry me?" one on each side of our face.
Isn't that a valid reason to run away?

I tell you when they get drunk, these boys just go wild and crazy but today they've totally lost it man. Why would I do that? For heaven's sake I tried to change their mind but when i realized they were unstoppable, I did what I thought was best at that moment - used the most famous yet lame excuse of nature's call. Thankfully, those guys bought my lie.

And now, am I ever going to regret escaping that party? Never in the right state of my mind would I regret. In fact, I'm going to thank those guys.

I know I sound like I'm totally smitten. Don't you blame me! Her voice has magic in them. I was just going to stay there for a few minutes and leave, who knew those few minutes would turn into an hour.

I was damn scared when few of my teammates came around looking for me. I had to plead her to tell a lie. I kept tapping on her left hand, it felt strange coz she did not respond and it was hard like some metal or God knows what. I had to try in her right arm
then.

She instantly jerked, I smiled but then, keeping the humor under control, I mustered up all the seriousness that I had in me to ask her for help. She seems to be a beautiful soul, because she understood my desperation and helped a stranger without even knowing my part of the story.

I was really thankful for her help but I lied, that I was leaving. I know, that was not a smart move but I thought she'd buy it and continue with her mini - concert.

And Here I was, caught up in my own lie. I had to come up with an excuse quickly or else I was near to getting busted. Nah, I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of this beautiful soul.
Now that I had become her die-hard fan, it was necessary to get on her good books.

I had always been very good at giving excuses, tonight seemed to be an exception though. I sat there in a very uncomfortable position, trying to squeeze my big framed body with a good six feet tall height behind the couch in a small space, all for my Madonna.

Woahhh!!! What's wrong with me ? Am I drunk? Where am I heading with this? My Madonna?? As cheesy as it sounds, I guess i need to make a convincing excuse.

I blurted out, "Well, I guess my ears would prefer a solo performance over those crazy screams and weird noises inside. And thanks to someone, my feet are not helping me, they seem to be deeply rooted on the ground". Having said that, I heard her giggles which were really pleasing to my ears.

I guess I Just did something i had never planned on doing in the next hundred years or so - yes, I just used cheesy pick-up lines to flirt...

By this time, my feet started to hurt so I shifted away from my spot to stand and face my Madonna. I guess I'm going to stick with this nickname for now, suits her.

As I stood in front of her, I saw the most innocent eyes and a face with the most genuine smile. That was all I could see, I couldn't tell what her eye color was, but I was not complaining coz whatever I saw was a real treat to my eyes already, thanks to her cellphone for illuminating her face.