Perfect Proposal

3. Discovering him

With a jerk, I turned as I saw that Dylan guy, marching towards me. A shiver in my body whispered at me to clutch my life, and run but I was frozen enough, feeling the sole of my shoes digging the earth beneath me.

"What?"

"Eric was supposed to come, instead you came, carrying the fresh news of police. Things seem to mismatch." Furrowing his eyebrows, Dylan concluded, holding his arms across his chest, flexing his muscles, towering his monumental body over mine.

I saw Luca running towards us, frantically. A frown was etched on his beautiful face, a concern rooted deep enough for me.

"Um, th-that..." I trailed off trying to come up with a perfect lie, but my blasted mind was numb to a point of total oblivion where I could only feel the tremor of my wailing screeches as sinister figures were snickering, and chasing me to death.

"Dylan, he helped us. No need to arrive at such conclusions. If Eric actually came, he would have caught by the police, and we would've been arrested. Helent saved us." Luca yelled, panting, as his pace came to a halt between us, where we were throwing flares of rage at each other.

"Wait a minute. I know that doing this graffiti thing is illegal here, but is that lethal enough to persuade the police to arrest you guys? Why so?" Scratching my forehead, I told, but my voice collapsed from hoarse to mumblings due to Dylan's perilous glare. "It's-it's just spray paints, right?"

I struggled hard to converge the flecks of words shimmering around me, as the sweat drops ran a marathon on my face.

"Haha.." Giggles erupted from the gang, soon turning into a wave of laughters, rippling intermittently, and mocking, as if I told a joke.

"What are you laughing at?" Glancing at Luca's flustered face, I sneered.

"So you don't know the thing you were bringing?" Suppressing the grin, Dylan asked.

"Yes. Spray paints, to paint the useless walls of this tramway, right? Inorder to exhibit the magic of art." I replied.

"They are not spray paints, idiot. They are filled with drugs, obviously not highest quality, but the cheap ones." Dylan said, which sent vibes of terror making my insides squirm in its wrath.

Drugs and me....

"Oh my god!" I saw the fear sinking in my skin, clawing it's way towards my heart. "I..I....." And there came my stutter, wrapping up the tension swirling around me, hurling stones of accusations against my conscience.

"Actually it's some other thing. As a defense method I even thought to spray the paint on that police officer."

Gasps erupted from the gang, who was fervently letting their eyes to watch the spectacular events of the charming young man in front of them, that is, me standing in front of them, holding a puddle of sweat, pale faced.

"Well, if you have done that then you would be arrested before you can complete 'oh my god'." Dylan chortled at the thought. "So you didn't even know what you were carrying. Well, then there is no problem until you decide to keep your mouth open." He threatened.

"Aw, look at this cute little thing, he wouldn't do any such things." A guy, with a creepy smile, stretched his arms to plant a tiny peck on my cheek which was already fuming with rage arised from his sniding remark.

Suddenly I gripped his arms, and twisted it, after stomping his feet, pouring my fury over his pleading moans. "Say that again." I snarled, glaring holes right through his eyes.

"Agh. Leave me. Please." He cried out by the uninvited pain, struggling to loosen my grip which was busy shooting throbs of ache right through his hands.