Blood Relatives

6. Nikita: 17th May 2013

"Let me drop you to your camp class today?" Eliot requests in the sweetest voice that he could muster up over the phone.

"You would have to travel in a totally opposite direction just to pick me up. Eliot, why do you want to come all the way back just to pick me up?" I respond, in the hopes to not sound that bitchy while rejecting him.

Who was I kidding though, I still needed a ride. It was better to ride behind him on his motorcycle than travelling in any public transport, which was full of touchy and sweaty people. Additionally, the bus stop nearest to me was about a kilometre away. Even if I do walk and then catch a bus, I had to change to catch another one to reach my destination, as there were no routes that lead to reach that place directly. Then to change the bus, I had to walk between two different stops, for about another half kilometre. So basically, by public transport, it took 20 minutes to reach a place that was literally just 5 minutes away via private transport.

"It's okay, I don't mind leaving 10 minutes ago just to pick you up."

This guy was sometimes too sweet, and hence making me feel guilty to have any doubts in regard to him.

"Okay, then. Fine. Pick me up in half an hour then. Let's grab a bite at McD, that is just across from my centre during the time, till the time my class commences."

"So, like a date?"

I chuckle at his question and then respond ambiguously, "we'll see about that".

He can be really adorable at times. I just do not get the right vibes from him, for some reason. I do not know if that makes sense or not, but I just do not. Maybe I am too paranoid, considering how particular my mother is about letting anyone into your walls easily.

I put my phone down and rush towards the bathroom to have a quick shower, put on my clothes, comb my hair and just leave.

I have never really been much of a makeup creature, whatsoever. The only products I was proficient in applying were mascara, eye-liner, concealer and maybe blusher.

I preferred the "You look really good today" compliment on the days I put on makeup, versus "Are you sick?" comment on the days that I did not.

I rush towards my phone on the bed after I hear my ringtone blast with Miley Cyrus singing, "We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain. We jumped, never asking why..." it is almost certainly Eliot calling to inform me that he is outside, waiting for me.

I check myself out the last time in my bedroom mirror. My naturally straight-shoulder length hair are neatly made up in a high ponytail. I am donning a tight white full-sleeved plain top on my bony structure, highlighting my almost absent 30B-boobs. I am literally tired of looking for clothes since adolescence, which displayed my curves well. I have always been that skinny kid in school, who looks like a 13 year old boy.

I run out of my house with my bag of books and lock the door behind me, while my phone still vibrates in the back pocket of my pair of black jeggings.

Oh, God! I ain't that late. Dude's gotta chill, man.

I walk out of my lane and see him standing across the street, with the helmet in his left hand while setting his jet-black curly hair in the rear-view mirror, while sitting on his motorcycle. He is wearing a black leather jacket which is literally glowing beneath the morning sun. I laugh quietly at his attempt at that 'cool biker look' while covering my mouth.

He notices me through the corner of his eye and turns his head towards me as he watches me approach him, all while putting on his helmet back again.