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CHAPTER 3 - I CAN'T CALL YOU

Harry's POV

Okay if this is confession time, I'll confess, I'm damn scared, shock . I think I'm caught red-handed even though I haven't done anything wrong. Its just her. Her eyes want you to run and hide in some corner and let her rule. Its just there, she's a natural and I know she's not even trying.

"Hello", she says totally enjoying the entire situation. I'm so speechless and I have to resist urge to hide under the table.

Come on, say something

"You're scary", I blurt out and then add with some more rational thinking ,"I mean creepy. I mean who just creeps on someone like that. That's just plain weird."

"So much just for hello. Interesting. Though let me tell you Harry Miller, no one has ever caleed me weird. That's new."

"Uh...thanks", I say dumbly

The waiter arrives with his notepad and asks," How may I help you ma'am?"

"Uh..I don't know by bringing me a drink", Mary says sarcasm dripping from every word.

The waiter looks shocked and I snort, Mary looks at me and raises her eyebrows and then looks at the waiter and wrinkles her nose in disgust.

"Listen, go in and look for Dakota and tell him to make Mary's usual and bring it with his drink. Ok?"

The waiter hurries away without even looking back once. Then Mary turns her undivided attention to me and it gives me chills in the back. I decide to start neutral.

"How may I help you?", I ask in a very formal manner, or atleast that's what I think it is.

"Uh..let me think by telling me where is Marc?"

"I don't know"

"You do."

"Nope"

"Yes" 

"Nah"

"Yes, yes , yes.", she yells finally loosing her cool.

"Look, I really don't know where Marc is. He was supposed to go home and do some work on his car and if he couldn't do it then take it to the garage", I blurt out totally scared.

"Garage, yes. That's where he is." And after that she texts something on her phone and then puts it away, putting her head in her hands.

I clear my throat, she looks up.

"Uh...so isn't he the one looking for you all the time. How come you're looking for him today?" As soon as the words are out of my mouth I regret them. Stupid stupid me. Her eyes get a guarded look and her whole body stiffens.

"Its nothing. Its just my mom gets really worried about her ickle pickle Marc and since he was not at home, she asked me to look for him."

The only thing I learnt about Mary Styles in all these years of knowing her as my best friend's sister and my sister's best  friend is that she never does anything her parents tell her to do. And also I understood whenever someone wasn't saying the truth and right now she wasn't.

"You're lying. Listen, if there's a problem, you can share. I mean I know he can be a real ass sometimes and he's really stubborn and-"

"Things aren't as fine as you think they are. Ugh!  Why is it so complicated?"

"Can I help you somehow?", I ask hesitantly after an internal debate of whether or not she will kill me.

"No", she says curtly just cutting me out and we sit for some time in silence till our drinks arrive. I look at her drink and it's mind-blowing. I mean really I've seen chocolate drinks before considering Maddy loves chocolate but I never knew Mary loved chocolate too. I always thought of her as that straight-up stiff person who always has espresso. Tasteless.

Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw her drink . Then, the guy puts two sandwiches in front of  us and hurries away before I can tell him that I didn't order the sandwiches.

"My treat", Mary says already halfway through the sandwich," Oh by the way this is all wrong. Hope you know that.", she says pointing to my calculus homework.

I sigh," Obviously. Anyway, how did he get you sandwiches?"

"Oh, Dakota, the chef I mean knows me pretty well. Used to work at my place before he was fired. Amazing cook by the way."

"Huh, complicated. So Marc told me you went to Spain this time. So how was it?"

"Ugh, does that guy have to tell everyone. Anyways to answer your question, Spain is amazing. The people, the cuisine, the sports and pretty much everything else is awesome.", she says with the glint in her eye.

"So, you must have been to the La  Tomatina festival there, huh? Its that time of the year, isn't t?"

"Yeah. How do you know though?"

"Oh well, I have my sources", I say and wiggle my eyebrows while she just gives me a deadpan look and says,"Ha ha ha very funny."

Then I go back to do my homework which isn't any better. After a few failed attempts with Mary saying thnigs like, 'No, that's wrong' 'That's not how you do it' 'You almost got it right, but its still wrong anyway', I finally snap.

"Little Miss Ray of Sunshine, if you could stop your not-so-helpful comments if you don't care to help, alright?" That shuts her up. After a few minutes of seeing me struggle, she finally says the golden words.

"Uh..should I help you?"

"Please.", that's all I manage to say.

Two hours later, we are done with all my homework and with her telling me for the umpteenth time of how much I need what was it, yeah , brush up my basics.  

"How are you going home?", I ask her as I reach for my door.

"Uh...by cab"

"I could you drop you."

"Are you telling me or are you asking me?"

"Uh.. I don't know?"

And then she laughs. And she looks so cute. She has these really pretty dimples that make her look so beautiful and as the wind blows across and makes her hair fly with it and its so attractive. Whoa...stop.

"You can drop me, then.", she says dragging me out of my thoughts.

We ride silently till we reach her house. Then, she opens the door to leave and suddenly I don't want her to leave.

"Wait". She turns to look at me and the adjoining light from the lamp post falls on her face and she looks beautiful.

"Thanks" is all I manage to say.

"No problem. Anytime you have a problem, you can call me."

"I can't"

"You can."

"Nope"

"Why would you say that?"

"I don't have your number, like you know to call you."

"Oh..uh...", her face has gone stiff.

"Fine", she takes my phone types something in it  and then says,"There you go. Is it fine?"

"I squint at it and yes, she's typed her number in it. I felt this weird sense of elation on seeing it and then give her a smile and a thumbs-up.

Then as she walks away, I look at her waiting for her to look back and she did. Then she waved at me and I waved back. I felt this weird sense of satisfaction that she ha looked back. As she walked in, I drove off

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