Finding Him and Me

Chapter 35 - A Fight & A Makeup

"Is your back hurting really badly?" Arjun asks once we reach the basement. My periods, for a period have ceased to molest my tummy.

"No. I think it was more of a jerk. It's fine." I amend.

"Okay good. So where do we start?" He quizzes.

"Put on your socks." I order, digging my thumb into the waitband of my black tracks and pulling it down.

"Sure."

Yes yes, fine! His eyes turn into saucers. No, no not too big. I pull out my red wrap around skirt and tie it around my waist. "Okay, come here, sit." I gesture tapping the turquoise cushioned chair beside me. "Listen to the music I'm going to count and explain the steps." I hit play.
"First five bars we do the ballroom step we learnt. But I was thinking we should do the plain and gentle swaying step for five bars before that." I follow the music and count the bars on my finger. "After that there is a chasse chasse arabesque step four times. That's a total of fourteen bars." I hit pause. "Let's do that much today. Any questions?"

He looks away and thinks for a bit. His jawline is so sharp and his neck's so long. Gosh I'm really staring. I swallow, containing my thoughts. "No." He confirms.

"Perfect. Let's start." I say, suddenly overcome by shyness. This is it. It's finally it. Him and me, alone, learning one of the most romantic and heart-racing and soul-feuling and beautiful and ardent dances of all time. Like the Laender Maria and Sir Vontrapp danced in The Sound of Music, like the dance Elena and Damon performed at Miss Mistic Falls, like the one Darcy and Elizabeth do at the Ball held by the Bingleys'. Perfect and dreamy and look-and-get-lost-in each other's eyes. It's time. Its my turn, with him.

"Alia?" Arjun pulls me out of my daydream. Shit.

"Sorry." I mumble with a shake of my head and play 'La Valse De L'Amour' by Patrick Doyle. I walk to the centre of the room. Arjun only managed to find the light switches of the huge chandelier overhead. I guess this is destiny. Dim, mood lighting from a delicate crystal chandelier, reflecting an intimate red glow around us.

"I'm ready." He states before I can ask. "Are you?"

I bite my lip and smile brightly.
Then I freeze. Like my brain is too clouded to even react. Just him standing so close to me, being nice and engaging, it's too much, when I'm already on the emotional edge. He holds out his right hand out.

"May I?" He asks, sounding warm and earnest. Jesus Christ.

I nod and he slides his hand around my waist, gripping it softly, drawing all the breath out of my lungs and setting my body on fire.

"Count." He whispers, right from behind his throat, taking a step closer so I can feel the heat from his face touching and caressing mine. His smell, foresty and strong, enveloping me. Suddenly I snap. I can't do this.

I take a step behind and push his chest away. I exhale loudly and turn around, my hand reaching for my head and pulling my hair. What is going on with me? I'm thinking about Damon and Elena and Maria and Vontrapp and what the fuck? What's the bloody matter with my ass? This has to stop. I'm obsessing over this like a weak minded desperate, attention deficit cockroach.

"What happened?" Arjun demands, not appreciating me pushing him away in the very least. Boys! They can be so fucking daft sometimes.

"Give me sec please." Oh my god. I facepalm and cringe internally, pulling my scattered thoughts in one neat pile. Two things:
Stop overreacting.
Don't push him away, physically.
Get it into your skull Malhotra!

I take in a long breath and fan my face. My heart is busy running a marathon, ears burning hot and my facial muscles are too bloody keen on turning crimson at the wrong time for no reason and the good for literally nothing ground won't swallow me. Stinking hell.

Okay okay, breathe. Alia, you got it.

Very slowly and dramatically I turn to regard a very pouty and pissed Arjun. Give me a break. "I'm really sorry. I'm just doing this after very long, it overwhelmed me. I hope you understand." I utter.

"I don't." He fires back.

Looks like I assaulted his ego. God! "Arjun, can we move on already? I'll try to not let that happen again." I huff.

He shakes his head vigourously, a growing fire eminent in his brown eyes.

"What?" I snap.

"Stop snapping at me." He snarls, then turns on his heels and stalks out of the room.

Okay. What the bloody fuck.

Anger issues. I've had anger issues ever since I got promoted to fifth grade. Teenage made it worse, obviously. Looks like Arjun has that too. Gosh! This is the second time he walked out on me. Only this time because of my misbehavior.

Now do I need to bloody make up with him? My inner goddess cringes, her arm across her head. Unbelievable! Groaning painfully I haul my ass outside. I don't see him anywhere. Did he go? His car is thankfully in the parking lot and after a few I spot him pacing on the empty road occasionally combing his fingers through his hair. I'm I actually that pissing off? No I'm not! I decide with a firm stamp on the ground.

"Ar-" I begin.

"Don't." He lets out coldly. I ignore.

"Arjun. I'm sorry I,.... I snapped. You just-" I begin again, he interrupts again, like the grade A ass that he is.

"I what? I initiated the dance? That made you snap?" He growls ferociously.

"Calm down." I say loudly. "Stop overreacting and stop shouting." I shout.

He shakes his head, with a disgusted smile and begins pacing again.

Hmmm. I can't let reading a hundred romantic books go waste. I know what to do, to calm him. But can I do that? Taking a deep breath of the fresh cool air, I stride towards him.

I falter when I'm a step behind him, facing his back, but that's when he turns. His brown eyes pools flooding with emotions. I swallow.

"Arjun," I whisper, slowly and softly reaching for his hand with mine. He subtly recoils but then relaxes. God bless Anna Todd and Writers on Wattpad for being such a good guide when it comes to dealing with mannerless rude boys with an ego as big as the Eiffel tower and a brain smaller than the size of their dick."Will you stop overreacting," I say with a grin. There isn't a trace malice or sarcasm in my voice. I fold his big hand between my own hands and gaze up at him. Something shifts in my body, like a tremble or sizzle. "Please? I can make it up to you. Anything." Okay Alia. Now shut your fucking mouth. You've already said too fucking much. Now let's just hope the god's have mercy on you.

He looks at me, searching me, as if he doesn't trust me. Rude. He looks down at his hand, that I've caged with mine. I bite my lip. "Fine." He finally says.

I drop his hand. "Better." I smile.

"I want to get to know you." He finishes.

"Huh?"

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