"Shit!" I mumble, unsure about the state of my consciousness. The sudden loud music from the opening scene in Giselle pulling me out of it.
"Morning to you too." A boy chimes beside me. What the fuck I think to myself.
"You always say that when you wake up?" He starts again as amused as an eucalyptus eating koala bear. Did I say that aloud?
"Did I go to sleep?" I gasp. Jesus Christ, what is wrong with me?!!!
"I think so, for um, eight minutes and thirty three seconds." He answers my question with dancing eyes. He's playing with me. Ofcourse he is I groan.
Rule number 1, never close my eyes to rest when I'm in Arjun's company. He cannot be trusted with his creepy terminator-like strength and breaking-in habits.
"I hate you." I declare shaking my head.
"I don't deserve that but whatever." He laughs loudly. My heart does that little jump and I bite my lip before my eyes go all heart like. "Are we doing that step now?" He asks putting away his stash of gadgets. How many does one need for a 3 hour practice?
"Yeah. Let's go to the gym." I tell him. And stop. The fearful event that took place the last time we were there together crosses my mind. I meet his brown eyes, will he do that again? He said he'd never do it. And should that happen, I can always call him names and get my own back. Ha!
"Okay." He sings and my lips twitch. HE SINGS!!
I grab my stuff and we make our way to the gym from the back, caring not to disturb anyone. Once we get in, he flips the lights on. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair is a fucking mess. Damn it! I throw my ipod and speakers across to him and request him to play the song. Meanwhile I yank my hair open and tame it into a bun on top of my head.
I catch him looking at me in the mirror. My heart beat escalates and I don't really know how to react. I smile softly. He stays still and says "from what I understood, the step is three turns over the right shoulder."
"Yes. That's correct." I nod pleased to know he's taking initiative. "Do you want to do a dry run first?" I ask turning to face him.
"Let's just do it with the music." He suggests, shuffling through the music I believe.
"Okay." I don't bother putting on my ballet slippers and just keep my socks on.
"Oooooh!" He says suddenly. The look of mischief on his face gives me chills. "What's this?" Arjun shows me the ipod and the page that's open. Sex playlist.
Fuck. "Jesus! You're sick!" I exclaim yanking it away from him.
"Me? I'm sick?" He cross questions laughing like a piece of shit.
Asshole. Fucker. "God yes!" I snap. Just when I start thinking he isn't a dick he proves me wrong. I hate him. Like a mind blasting level of extreme loathe.
"And what are you?" He questions testing me.
Oh no you bloody don't. "First off, that's a low blow." I begin sternly taking a step towards him. My temper unleashing like a possessed rabid bitch "secondly, none of your motherfucking business. If you can't overlook such things, I suggest you learn to grow the hell up." My head is vibrating in rage, fire coming out of my mouth. "And to answer your fucking question. I'm carnal." I state shamelessly locking my eyes with his resting a feet apart from him. Neither shy nor intimidated.
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Finding Him and Me
Novela Juvenil"If you were a boy, I'd ask you to take off your t-shirt for spoiling mine." He retorts "If this wasn't a restaurant I'd slap you across your arrogant face". I spit with anger. Alia plays the role of Cinderella in her Ballet Academy. One fine night...
