Miss Katrina's School Of Driving

Chapter Four

Khushi's POV

I had just gotten home from school and was starting my homework when my mother came into my room.

"Khushi, you need to start packing. Your plane leaves at 8:00 am. We need to leave here at 5:45 am. Pack tonight and get in bed early. I don't want you tired during orientation."

"I'll get started right away." I said.

"Hurry." She said, leaving my room.

I dragged my luggage set out from underneath my bed and set it on my bed.

I unzipped it and started picking through my closet, looking for clothes.

"Khushi, Anvi is here to see you!" My mother called up to me.

I heard Anvi walking up the stairs and my heart beat quickened. She opened the door to my room, came in, then shut it again.

"You're really going?" She said, looking sadly at my luggage.

"I have to go."

"No you don't. You can go to the airport then once they leave you get a cab and come back to my house."

"Vi, you know I can't do that."

"I know. I'm just going to miss you a lot."

"Oh, Vi, come here. It's only a year. We can     make it a year." I said, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close.

"It'll be ok, I promise. We can text and FaceTime and you'll never leave my thoughts." I said, looking into her eyes.

She leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed her back, passionately, until I heard my mothers footsteps on the stairs.

I pulled away from our kiss, and pushed Anvi away.

"Stop, I hear my mother coming."

As predicted, my mother walked into my room.

"Anvi, would you like to eat with us?" She asked.

"I would if that's alright with you, Mrs. Patel."

"It's perfectly fine. We're having butter chicken and will be eating at 7:30 pm. Be done packing by then, Khushi." She said to Anvi, then to me.

She left the room and Anvi turned to me.

"It's 5:00 pm. What do you say we start packing at 5:15?" She said, a smirk on her face.

"Let's make that 5:30." I said, pulling her into me.

I kissed her not knowing when I would get to kiss her again.

Her hands ran along the bottom of my shirt, urging me to take it off. I pulled my shirt off and pulled hers off too. We laid down in bed, Anvi on top of me.

"Anvi, we've got to stop. Do you know what our parents would do to us if they found out?" I asked her, sitting up.

She sat on top of me in her jeans and bra, giving me a pouty face.

"I don't care what they think, Khushi. Screw them. I want you and only you." She said, sucking on my neck.

"Vi, stop, you're gonna give me a hickey." I said, in a playful whiny voice.

"Good. Now everyone will know you're mine." She said, smirking.

As she kissed me my mind wandered and I ended up thinking about our relationship after I left. Would we still be together? Would we break-?

KNOCK KNOCK.

Shit! I pushed Anvi off of me and threw her shirt to her. She pulled it on as I tossed my shirt on and smoothed my hair back. I took a deep breath, then opened the door.