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11

"Why am I such a loser?" She whispered as she stumbled upon her next step with the bottle of vodka in her hand.

She took the last sip and threw it somewhere with no care. Her eyes brimmed with tears once again, recalling the incident that happened two years back.

"I cannot believe I fell for it." She said to no one, but herself as she sat on a bench nearby. She made sure that she was familiar with the area because the least she wanted was being raped and abducted, just because she was careless.

A tear rolled down her cheek and splashed on her wrist, followed by the trail of tear drops. Her mascara was smudged, her hair were out of place and the makeup on her face has been gone a long time ago.

It has been two hours since she has been moping on her good for nothing ex - boyfriend, who made her believe that he loved her more than himself and then dumped her after two years because she wasn't ready to give in to him.

'It was all a bet.' She thought.

That's what it was, a bet. A bet to take virginity of the last virgin standing of the East Ville High school. She loved him. He was her first crush, first kiss, first boyfriend, first love and he let it all drown making her heart break into so many pieces that she couldn't count herself.

Her friends warned her, but she was naíve. Never had she thought that she would become the victim, but there she was— Standing before the crowd of The East Ville, being humiliated and insulted from none other than her own boyfriend— her love.


And now, when she thought she has moved on from everything and become a strong person, he had the audacity to come and say sorry to her, after two years, just to make her realise that she hasn't moved on— She never really had.

"I am so stupid!" She spoke, angrily and gripped the bench tightly, so tight that her knuckles had turned white.

"I cannot act like this. I have to stay strong."


After a good five minutes of giving herself the motivational pep talk, she took the rubber band from her wrist and tied her hair in a ponytail to look a little less homeless than before. Then she rubbed off all her makeup with the make-up wipes which she always keeps in her purse, just in case, like right now.

"Much better."


The cold wind blew sending shivers down her spine. The night was chilly and all she has been wearing was a tiny red dress. Maybe going to a bar and getting drunk wasn't really a nice idea.


'Atleast it has sleeves.' She thought and started walking towards her home. Good thing, her home was just one street away.

The street lights flickered, giving her a creepy vibe and bumping into a stranger did it. Out of fear, she punched the person again and again and again, till that person screamed.


"The fuck! Are you crazy?!"


"You are crazy, you dumbwit! Can't you just walk properly?!"


"Don't put it all on me! It was you who was busy watching the street lights!"


"When you knew that I was watching the street lights, then why the fuck didn't you walk from other side?"


"Stop being a feminist!"


"I will when you will stop being an ass!"


"Oh god! Why did you even create a woman."


"Who were you going to fuck then? Your own ass?"


"You are impossible."


"That's what people say when they can't get their shit right."


Both of them looked into each other eyes and that was the first time she noticed how dark his eyes were. He had that perfectly built body and the tight blue t-shirt wasn't helping either. She could literally see his muscles bulging out of the t-shirt and she was sure that he had those six pack abs.

Oh, how badly she wanted to touch his abs!


On one side, where she was busy ogling at his body, he was busy ogling at her beauty. No makeup, no perfectly styled hair and still, she managed to look beautiful. He was in love with her blue eyes and he was sure that he had never ever seen someone with such deep blue eyes.


There was something at that moment that just clicked. She saw him ruffling his jet black hairs and there was something about his actions which was drawing her towards him.

'Keep a hold of yourself, girl! You haven't even moved on from one douchébag, you don't want another douchébag in your life.' She warned herself.


With that thought in her mind, she pushed herself away from him and gave him one last glare before walking away. Just as she walked past him, he hold her wrist and stopped her.

"Now, what?"


"Your voice sounds familiar."


"If that's your line to work out your way with girls, then you need to work on it."


"I am being serious."


"And so am I. Now, leave my hand."


"Have you been crying?"


"And you care because?"


"You are so much like her."


"Like who?"


"My frie— uh, not actually a friend. I don't even know who we are, but it's just she has been acting weird past few days and I am really worried about her."


"Then just ask her why she has been acting weird lately."


"You are really like her."


"Ye—"


"Really dumb."


"Hey, mister! Watch your mouth!"


"And you get really offended. Hmm, one more thing to add on your similarities with her."


"If you will compare me to her one more time, I will kill you."


"And violent too, yet another thing."


"Oh, god! How I want to strangle you right now."


"I'm sorry. I don't do strangers, but I can make an exception for you."


That did it for her because the next thing he knew, she was strangling him, literally.

Maybe all she wanted to boost up her mood was to beat up a complete stranger.

Or was he really a stranger?


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So here it is! What do you think of the chemistry between them?