Music while writing:
Last friday night - Katy Perry
Photograph - Ed Sheeran
Thinking out loud - Ed Sheeran
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I've always been particular about the things I want to do and the ones I don't want to. However when it comes to him, Arjun, I slack away from my own set rules.
I have a picture of myself in my mind. When I think of Alia, I see a girl with rainbow coloured irises, medium length wavy brown hair and piercings. A wild soul, brave heart and thoughtful mind with crazy ideas. A free spirit. A red helium balloon that cannot be tied down.
And when I'm with Arjun, I can be that girl. Because I'm never really holding back. I'm being the most passionate version of myself. I'm dancing with the spirit of Anna Pavlova herself. Taking charge at times, letting my hair loose other times. Like a perfect equity but at the same time, ridiculously imbalanced. Its like he takes full charge of my emotions and I'm lost to him. He drives me nuts, attracts me indefinitely and gives rise to murderous thoughts in my brain.
Why does all this sound so pretty and dreamy but like a load of BS at the same time? Unfair!
"Alia?" Arjun speaks.
"Yeah?" I ask. I mentally scold myself for going out like light.
"You, um sort of zoned out." He says awkwardly.
"I know." I nod and start walking out of the gym. "I was thinking."
"Okay. Whose earplugs are we using?" He asks and I turn.
I raise my eyebrows. What even? "You can use yours and I'll use mine. Doesn't that go without saying?" I question softly, genuinely stupefied.
"You have an aux splitter?" He says like I committed a crime.
"Yeah yeah. Now can we go?" I suggest impatience hitting me.
"Why the hell do you have an aux splitter?" He splutters. Jesus. Now I owe him a fucking explanation?
"Because sharing earplugs is disgusting and I suffer from OCD. So if I don't have it, there is a good chance that a heart palpitation engulfs me. And I'm too young and inexperienced to die. Or half-die." I explain opening a pouch from my bag and pulling it out.
"Wow!" He smirks. "Fine. But why do you have an eye-patch?" He roars with laughter peeking inside my digital and 'all time needs' pouch. It has my kindle, bobby pins, a pad, an eye patch, chocolates, earplugs, an aux splitter, USB and AUX cable. I know its over the top, but I don't like the feeling of not having something handy.
I am going to slap him now. "Why do you have so many ungentleman-like manners." I cringe and cringe, seething.
"Coz I'm not a gentleman Cinderella." He grins wiggling his eyebrows. He did not just call me that!
"You had it!" I threaten him, throwing my bag to the floor. Revenge is on its way Arjun, start praying!
I take a step towards him, anger plastered thick on my countenance, adrenaline spiking high in my blood. My left hand rises to slap his cheek, anticipating that he'll deflect it. He does, with his left hand, gripping my wrist, his sexy brown eyes flaming with anger and shock. A wicked smile curls my lips and I go into action mode immediately. My right hand clasps his left hand and I push him hard, so his body turns clockwise. I catch more appall flooding his features and his eyebrows rise. Wait and watch sweetheart. His left leg loses its footing as a result and I utilise that; folding my right leg behind his like a twine. Then, I pull my leg inturn lifting his off the floor. The overall effect of turning and losing a leg makes him fall. Hard.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Him and Me
Teen Fiction"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...
