Being Enthralling

64. Lunatich? Noi. Noi.

Fixing my hat over the wig I kept glancing from corner to corner of the cafeteria to check whether anyone is keeping tabs on me, although I failed to obtain such information as I wore sunglasses rather than my spectacles. Without spectacles I am blind to see anything at distance.

I scratched my forehead as the bloody fringes of the wig were irritating my skin. I take a tissue to wipe the sweat, I dabbed the tissue on my face, but froze before it could have made contact with my right cheek as I realized it might rub off the rubber tattoo of Daisy from my face.

Bloody Tarnation this so damn frustrating.

Because of that nincompoop Derek and that blood sucking snake Allison, I'm wearing a hat with sun glasses on top of a wig which has fringes and is pink in color!

Neon pink to be precise!

To hide my face further I have plastered a fake rubber print tattoo on my right cheek.

My plan was simple,

A. To leave home with a scarf tied to my face so that mommy won't freak out seeing my appearance and banish me from the dynasty.

B. The moment I step into the campus, straight to go in the lecture hall and sit in the last row, which is also close to the third door so that I can discreetly come in and out without catching anyone's attention.

C. Do not go to the usual cafes, diners, restaurants, fast food corner and ice cream parlor where I might be followed.

D. Don't roam in the college campus and cafeteria, directly go to the home.

However the point D failed on the very first day only. Because my cruel HOD of the department has kept only two lectures today, one in the morning 8'o clock and the other at afternoon 12'o clock!

Arghhhhhh! This is so irritating, he could have texted in the official group on what'sapp that today we won't be having all the faculty lectures!

That wicked son of Allison!

Yes, now I'm using her name as curse.

I could have bunked and go home, but I had already bunked lectures and there's possibility of them putting me in defaulter and if it exceeds 25% they might debarred me from the subject. And seeing how desperate Derek is to ruin my self esteem and everything, he might pounce on the chance.

"Um, Diana?"

I choked on my frappuccino as I heard Issac's voice.

Dammit! Nobody was supposed to recognize me!

Yeah, but you kissed the guy. Who knows, he might have felt your vibes?

I hurriedly fixed the fringes and adjusted the glasses. I looked at him and opened my mouth to speak in Russian accent, "Do me know ye?"

Don't know about Russian, but I definitely sounded like a bandit.

I watched cautiously as he set the plate of French fries down on the table and  took a seat in the opposite chair.

He smiled at me, "I'm sorry you just look vaguely familiar to a friend of mine."

He took some fries and dipped it in chilli cheese mayonnaise.

Don't try to tempt me by the fries!

I mentally yelled at him.

His smirk widened as he continues, "I saw you grinning widely and showing peace signs to our mutual friends just in a lunatic way as she does. That's why I got confused."

My face falls at his statement, lunatic?

I took a sip of my frappuccino and adjusted the damn hat again. "Lunatich? Noi. Noi. Yer frand seems goodth."

I defended myself grinning like a  maniac.

His eyes narrowed to slits after a few seconds a sardonic look replaced his expression.

"How did you even manage to get pass the guards with your ID card?"

I looked at him contemplating whether I should continue with the Russian character or not. When he raised his both the eyebrows I sighed.

"I had to throw accusations at him for being judgmental."

He snickered and pushed the plate of fries towards me.
"Go on, I know you want them."

I licked my lips and flashed him a grateful smile. "Thaaaaaaanks."

I placed my  frappuccino in front of him, which I never offer to anyone. My mother would be giving me puppy dog eyes and I only let her to have a sip not more than that. He took a sip and nodded in satisfaction.

"Did someone torture you to death for wearing those ridiculous articles on your head and face?" He asked seeming genuinely curious.

I stuffed four fries coated with mayonnaise in my mouth to delay my response.

He waited patiently tapping his foot on the wooden floor.

"It seems like you opened your wardrobe and whatever items fell over you head you wore them and came to the college today." He continued to pass his compliments to me.

"I have disguised myself so that Derek and Allison won't be able to follow me."

He frowns, "That weird pink color of your hair is attracting more attention to your than ever."

I combed the fringes, "It's not permanent tomorrow I'll be wearing something else."

His eyebrows furrow, "A witch costume?" He suggested.

"No cowgirl."

He looked at me without blinking after a few beats of silence he said, "You have weird ways of tackling your problems."

"Indeed."

"After lectures are you free?" He asked in a very measured, calm voice.

First I stared at him flabbergasted and then I grinned at him like a fool.

"Are you asking me on a romantic rendezvous?"

My question sparked slight interest in him and he looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Considering the current state of your attire you look like a  psychopathic girl who is been six years old ever since." He bluntly said roasting me to the core.

"Going on a date with you is the last thing in my mind."

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish.

I know I look terrible, but coming from his mouth is just too much to handle.

His lips twitched up as he was enjoying my humiliation garnished by my reactions.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table he says, "However, if you are suggesting a date then, let's go for a romantic rendezvous." He says huskily.

Rather than getting my blood boil, my traitor heart skipped a beat.