Dear Bestie..( Completed)

Chapter#7

  It doesn't take more than ten minutes to get ready .. Flipping the partially wet hair , I prance the steps to the basement...

  There he is!!!

He shows up  his hands to me  smiling ...As I close him , he opens the rear side door of the car ...

Well , does he own a car?

I stand in double mind, whether to get in or to say - I can manage ..

He snaps to my face . His forehead creases deep in query... As I shake my head in decline , his eyes inquires me - what's it..

To my surprise , his look  roots  deep into my thoughts where I gulp unable to handle his piercy eyes ....

Sumo ... Get inside... That seems better idea..

Without second thought I get inside.

" Good "He closes the door appreciating...

  " Good morning Sam... How do you feel now...?"

He asks , turning the steering to the main road...

" Much better... "

I shift my hair to the other side ...

I really want to ask him if he's stalking me ... somewhere I stuck and remain quite pretending to see through the window...

" By the way ... you didn't tell me that you have a car..."

I am dare enough atleast to ask this...

" You didn't ask me..." He bursts into laughter..

." it's not my car...I am not a Richie Rich to buy a car in abroad... But, I own a bike..." He leans to see me through the rear view mirror...

" Mr. Richie Rich... May I know why have you  brought your friend ' s car ? Did I ask you to pick me up ? Why you are bothering about me even ?"

The insecured nature of me peeps out all of a sudden to shout at him..

His smiling face turns gloomy in a wink ...

He is quiet and concentrates on  driving  without taking his eyes off the road...His firm hold on the steering wheel resonates his inner turmoil...

I'm insulting him..! He is in pain...!!

I feel the heaviness more than him that disturbs me ...

I close my face in embarrass..

Frankly , I am going good with Shravan .. Still , something takes me away whenever we meet... Perhaps ,in  subconscious mind ,  his name makes me  to be off guarded ... Contrarily , my conscious mind keeps on poking him by my  thorny words... Now a days , I have been living a double life - a Janus complex...

  His silence makes me to feel bad again...

  I cough deliberately..." It is very calm here..."

I look for his reaction...

His eyes clench for a second .. Huffing out in a slow pace , he mutters " I thought you like this  silence..."

I am numb of his one line...

He is hurted .. I have hurted him...

I try to console him again.