Too young to love???

Chapter 15

Danial’s POV

As soon as we set foot outside Aditya’s home, I felt nervous because the smile on Sara's face dropped, replaced by a thin line. I sighed heavily then unlocked the car. We got in and I drove off. For the first time ever since I had known her, the silence between us felt uneasy to me, it felt awkward, but we both were too stubborn to make the first move to break it. We didn’t always talk, Sara was not like other girls who felt the need to talk your ear off, if she didn’t had anything to say then she preferred to stay quiet. She was a quiet girl.

As we passed an ice-cream parlor, I pulled in and finding the nearest empty parking lot, I parked the car. I got out of the driver's seat and motioned for her to do the same, thankfully she did .We entered the small parlor ,it was mostly empty except for a group of guys and a couple who had occupied two tables. I went and took a seat at one of the corner tables and Sara came and sat across from me .A waiter came and asked for our order. I told him my regular order, then he turned to Sara and asked for her, “Do you have Belgian chocolate?", she asked biting her bottom lip, something which I had never seen her do before and I was intrigued by this simple change .

"Sara, we are in an ice-cream parlor, there are no chocolates here" , I told her, probably she wanted a chocolate bar but she could not find it here.

"For your kind information, Belgian chocolate is an ice-cream" , I felt embarrassed and relieved at the same time, well at least she finally talked to me, even though it was for my foolishness and to prove me wrong. I tried to stop the smile that was threatening to break across my face but failed miserably .The waiter told her that they didn't have any such ice-cream, so she asked for one with brownie and chocolate ice-cream .The waiter again shook his head, she got frustrated and spoke, "Fine then get me Vanilla, or you don't even have that?", she spoke angrily .The waiter smiled and nodded, then quickly went to get our orders.

"Poor guy", I said in a low voice but loud enough for her to hear.

"If you are trying to make up for today, then you better apologize or else I am not going to forgive you”, she stated while narrowing her eyes at me.

"I am not trying to make up for anything, especially considering the fact that I was right and you were wrong".

"Oh really, how can you be right when you give a person a bruise and scars that hurt like hell”, she said angrily, showing her wrist which had a blue bruise. I felt a lump form in my throat at it ,"Sara I-I" ,I couldn't speak, I felt so bad for hurting her, I wanted to apologize but the words wouldn’t spill out of my mouth.

"You know what? Forget it, after all when you didn't apologize after burning my back why would you now, because for you it's just a bruise”, with that said she went outside not even looking back once. I placed a few bills on the table and followed after her, "Sara listen to me, I didn't mean to…”, she cut me off mid sentence, “You didn't mean to? How can you not intend to hurt someone by making them eat spicy food or burning their back?",she turned around to face me as she questioned back.

I hung my head in shame. I was ashamed of myself for causing so much pain to her, but now I regretted it. "Sara, I am really very sorry, I don't know what got into me. I wasn't thinking straight, I regret it and want to make up for it. No matter what it takes, I’ll do it", I said with a little confidence. I was a little surprised as to how she found out that the person behind this all was me, but didn’t let it show on my face nor did I question her, judging by her outburst I knew for a fact that she wouldn’t answer my question but would become even more mad at my insensitivity.

"What the hell do you think of yourself? Okay, you'll do anything? Fine then get me Belgian chocolate ice-cream. I don't know where are you going to get it from, I just want my Belgian chocolate and that too in frozen form, I don't like melted ice-creams”, she said childishly. Honestly I didn't know where I was to find her favorite ice-cream but before I could worry about it, some of the guys from the gang seated earlier in the parlor came up to her and started misbehaving. I stepped in and tried to stop them but was instead beaten up. They held me in place; two of them threw punches on my face.