I listen to I See Red by Everybody Loves an Outlaw on repeat on the way to class. The extreme passion of hate and vengeance that runs in her fucking gifted lusty voice, I don't know... It does things to me. It's preparing me.
Did you really think, I'd just forgive and forget, no
After catching you with her
Your blood should run cold, so cold
You, you two timing, cheap lying, wannabe
You're a fool, if you thought that I'd just let this go
I see red, red, oh red
A gun to your head, head, to your head
Now all I see is red, red, red
Did you really just say, she didn't mean anything, oh
I'll remember those words, when I come for your soul, your soul
Know that you, you dug your own grave, now lie in it
You're so cruel, but revenge is a dish best served cold
I see red, red, oh red
A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh
Executioner style, and there won't be no trial
Don't you know that you better off dead
All I see is red, red, oh red
Now all I see is.
I plug out when the car stops opposite Varma Mansion. Showtime.
I walk inside and as expected, Arjun is waiting near the steps, dressed in his uniform of black and white, his nose inside the touchscreen of his phone. The hair at the back of my neck stands and a shiver runs up my ribs and clenches my chest. He straightens up and turns, as if sensing my presence.
His former smile drops at the look of profound hostility dripping off my face. "Um hey." He says awkward as ever. Hermetical Swine.
"Class is delayed by thirty minutes." I snap and start walking towards the staircase.
"Why are you here then?" He asks coming near me.
To burn your balls and make you regret the existence of your ego. "To stretch."
"Wait. Can we talk?" He demands from behind me.
"No we cannot." I snarl like a bitch, not bothering to look at him.
Suddenly his hand roughly wraps around my wrist and he pulls me flush again his rock hard chest, eliciting a loud and terrified gasp from my throat. "Alia, what's going on?" He grunts wrapping his arm around my body. My personal space violating shit face arse crack.
"What the hell! Leave me alone you Phlegmatic Prick." I scream and thrust my elbow into his rib. I'm so mad right now.
"Fuck!" He garbles in pain. I break away from his manly hold and try to walk away. Tragically, he recovers quick enough to grab both my arms this time. He turns me around, instantly slamming me into the stone wall. Noooooooo.
"Ah! Don't touch me!" I yelp because of the stinging pain burning down my spine and in undiluted fury. This can't be happening to me. This is meant to happen only in books. I push his chest, my palm a second away from slapping his fucking face so hard.
"Stop! Now!" He orders, clasping my ruthless wrists in his hands. When I don't stop, he grinds his hips into mine. Oh Jesus. "Alia, stop fighting me." He whispers locking his big brown eyes with me. I swallow a rising moan.
I stop fighting. And he shifts, so our waists no longer connected. Exhale.
We look away as our maddened hearts, blinded minds, frantic breathing, livid thoughts and desperate need to satisfy our attraction towards each other, try really hard to calm the fuck down.
"What the hell did you call me?" Arjun breaks the ice his smouldering gaze burning holes into me.
I look up from my spectacles and look at his brown eyes, "I called you phlegmatic." I say, unafraid.
His grip on my wrists tighten, "Oh no, I wasn't referring to you wrongly calling me emotionally unresponsive, Alia. What did you call me." He thunders, unable to stop his anger from showing on his perfect features. His clenched jaw, flaming eyes, bobbing blue vein on the forehead, vibrating arms, digging fingers and laboured breathing to name a few. Drama-freaking-queen.
"Arjun." I say copying him annoyingly. "I called you a prick, something I suppose I wrongly assumed you have between your legs?" I mock with absolute malice. "Happy?" I snap with yet another vain push. How strong is he? Huff. Huff huff huff.
"Alia, lis-" He starts.
"No! You bloody listen to me! What you did yesterday, leaving me with no notice in the middle of practice, was a dick move. I'm really angry at you. So let me go right now. I'm not the kind of girl who will handle such unacceptable behaviour." I start screaming, pushing him again and again. He's got to be freaky short and less handsome version of The Terminator.
"I'M SORRY! Can you stop rambling for one damn second and listen. And stop trying to push me, it's futile and ticklish." He yells, shocking me, baaaddlllyyy.
"What!" I blurt. Did he? He did not just say the 'S' word.
He abruptly lets go of my arms and moves away from me. I slump, bereft off his strong support. Arjun turns and runs his fingers through his soft hair. "I said I'm sorry okay? I won't do it again." He says his face unseen.
"Whatever." I mumble, my adrenaline high slowly subsiding. I start walking towards the steps. He apologized...
"I'm not done." He states. I stop and look at him immediately. "If you ever call me names again, it won't be neat. Because I'm not the kind of guy who takes being called vulgar slangs lightly." He says, meaning it.
"Provided you don't repeat what you did yesterday. Fine." I agree, my heart thumping wildly. I take a step down.
"Alia!" He stops me. I'm gonna shoot his brains out .
"Jesus! What?" I bark.
"You .. umm. You look nice." He whispers cutely.. almost.. rubbing the back of his neck.
"Huh? um. Yeah okay whatever. I need to go." I rush out. My face is undoubtedly red, given my reaction to men. My hormones go all over the bloody place and for the third time today, I desperately want to hide my face somewhere.
I open the basement door after slipping out of my slippers. Before I step in, Arjun runs and stands in front of me. Blocking me. Again. He's a pain in the ass. Like big time.
"Move please." I mumble, rolling my eyes. I actually feel exhausted.
"Alia, can we start over?" He asks hopefully. Has he lost his marbles? Like what the fuck man?
"Are you actually kidding me?" I snort. "You're so delusional, step away." Motherfucker doesn't move, so I sidetrack and walk away, my shoulder hitting his in the process.
"Think about it?" He pleads loudly.
Enough. I raise my middle finger in the air at him and continue walking. "Leave. Me. Alone." I seeth through gritted teeth. This without exception is the worst day ever of my life.
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