Hate You, Really?♥ (ON HOLD)

Chapter Seven

Hannah's POV :

I quickly hid the flowers in my bag and collected the charts and left the room. I didn't see him the whole day anywhere, is he playing some prank on me? But he isn't a bully type of guy as far as I have known him he is a player, but never a bully. Should I confront him straight? And stop this nonsense Rachel also isn't here or I could ask for advice Because this type of situations aren't my thing! Its quite confusing I can't trust myself with people like him. My mom used to call me an Ugly Kid when I was a kid and I believed her. Why would a guy like Mike ask me out on a date? My mom was so confident no guy will even look at me.. Haan! How I wish She were here and I could show her this that some HotShot is wooing her  Ugly Daughter! Arrghh... back  to the matter now I Hate Mike. He's confusing and turning my life upside down. And I don't need any drama in my life currently and for that I need to avoid Mike Scott at all costs. Which is turning increasingly hard, as the next whole week he's kept on calling me and Rachel also is irritated and Asked me to just go and get it over with so she can carry on with Richard peacefully whatever the hell they do in her room. What A Friend! And don't forget the flowers that keep on arriving everyday at our doorstep and everytime it does Rachel squeals like a fangirl she is, and I've to listen to her a long list of complains like How Richard isn't like this and How I am being a bitch, if she were single she would just jump Mike and so on.. Urggh! The torture I am going through!

During school atleast he doesn't bother me. Maybe he's playing tricks or some sort of game! Whatever, I need to focus on studies and get this last year done with and than I can go to my dream college!

After doing lot of homework and assignments for me and Rachel as she's busy with her cheerleading practice and has bribed me to buy a dress from my favourite brand Forever 21, I agreed. Now that I am done I have nothing to do, staring at the phone warily. Maybe I should simply call him and tell him not to waste his oh-so-precious time on a Nobody like me! Why can't he just dissappear Out Of My Life? But even as the thought crosses my mind I feel a strange pang pass through me... And I hate this and so I hate Him. Suddenly, the ringing of phone breaks my train of thoughts and emotions and I answer without checking the caller id. And it was the best phone call from the garment store I recently interviewed giving the good news of My new job and I can start tomorrow. I am so happy, finally something good to celebrate wait till I tell Rachel, she will too be on cloud nine maybe I should cook something special tonight to deliver this news and so I should go buy some necessary groceries.

Walking on the  streets, not seeing where am I going as I am so happy! I ran into someone strong like a wall. Woah, actually a very handsome well-built guy. Maybe around the age twenty with blond hair and very fair skinned. I bent down to gather his books, he did the same still staring at me. I returned his books and quickly apologised. He smiles and gave a nod and left. I too continued on my walk but now seeing where I am going so as to not dash into someone again. Though I couldn't keep Mike out of mind, he's like an unwelcome intruder in my mind and is disturbing as hell!
What is wrong with me? Why can't I just delete him and never think about him again?

The answer is as disturbing as the man himself. And one thing is for sure : Mike Scott's Image does not come with a delete button...

Mike's POV :

I don't like grocery shopping but my mom forced me into this and now here I am, having not a single clue as to what I need to buy. I am smart in books, sports and girls but Shopping is not my thing! I buy clothes just randomly pick them up and this is killing me! And let me tell you one thing being a son of zillionaire investor doesn't help at all. I work for dad also at such a young age as dad believes that a person  who wants success has to work from level one and has to make his own way up. No shortcuts! And also Me being the only heir but its fun and I like the disciplined atmosphere of the office but Mom is a complete different story she wants me to be efficient at homeskills  so that I can help my wife in future and not just lose myself in office work and so that I also know the common lifestyle of others and respect the riches I have got and I love My Parents for that but sometimes they just over do it. Like Now! Though the new customer entering the store caught my attention instantly. Wearing jeans, a grey sweater and sneakers. Her hair in a long plait to one side, she looks fresh and fit maybe something good has happened. Her face is without a trace of make up, clean and clear, her figure slender and long legged. I watched her analysing my feelings. They have not changed. Even casually dressed as she is now, she has an impact on me, holding my gaze totally, filling my vision. I walked in her direction, halting her.

'You really do take evasion to the limits, don't you?' I say pleasantly.

Hannah glares at me, ' What are you doing here? Stalking me?' She hates him.

'Well, you are standing in the middle of a store. I believe people come here to buy things necessary and I am asking you to dinner. So?' I answer, unconcerned by her aggrieved tone.

Flashing her grey blue eyes, ' Thank you but No' she said frowning.

I just stare at her, nobody has ever rejected my charm. I can say she is flustered though and I am not leaving without a 'Yes' after all I Am Mike Scott and I get what I want!

'So, you busy tonight?' I ask her not ready to leave. Squaring her shoulders; 'Look', she began, 'I really don't think - '

' Then don't ', I cut her off. 'Don't think, Just smile and say you will come, Beautiful! So thats agreed, then I will pick you at eight.'

She opened her mouth again but this time I stopped her by laying a single long finger against it, silencing her. I felt her lips tremble beneath my touch. 'I can get to know you, and you can know me. We might even enjoy each others company? What say?' Dropping my hand, I watch her as she looks as if she's run out of ways to hate him. I pay my bill and leave Hannah behind stunned as she raises the tip of her fingers to her lips which is forming into a small smile.