If This Is Love 2

Part 7

"Mom! Khushi is going out this late!" Ayush shouted from the hall when he saw me heading towards the door.

"You know you're growing up, you should start acting like a man now." I looked at him angrily, he was the most irritating sibling anyone would ever have.

"Are you going on a date?" My mom asked looking away from the TV as she looked at me excitedly.

"Khushi, that isn't what you should wear for a date." She pouted looking at me from top to bottom.

I was dressed in a black ripped jean, it was ripped in tiny bits from top to bottom and I had worn a plain black Tee on top along with my usual leather jacket along with it I was wearing my favorite ankle boots that had a really tiny heel.

"I look completely fine and hot and I'm not going on a date." I smirked at mom as she looked at me with disappointment.

"Are you ever going to have a boyfriend?" I mean her real concern was why I never had a boyfriend when every girl my age was sneaking their boyfriends inside their room without their parents having an idea about it, my mother needed to be glad I wasn't doing things like that.

"Yes, when guys stop being douchebags and act like gentlemen, I really should have been born in the nineteenth century where true love existed." I laughed.

"At least you believe in love, I was starting to worry." Mom sighed as she looked back at the TV and Ayush was frustrated because he thought mom was going to stop be from going out.

"Why does she get to go out and I don't?" Ayush whined like a baby.

"Because you don't get to go out until you turn eighteen now shut up and watch TV with me." Mom replied, he gave me an angry look and I just smirked at him as I headed out.

As I walked to my car that was parked in the basement, I couldn't stop wondering about what I had said to mom about Love. I mean I had spent so many years of my life fighting with guys and stuff, I'd never thought of having a boyfriend or anything, the only guys I ever had in my life were three.

My father, my annoying little brother and Zion, my best friend. Until today, he had been the only guy I had met that wasn't a douchebag, he was a complete gentleman, he was the most perfect guy I'd ever come across and despite us being friends for so long I'd never thought about him in any other way.

Honestly I dint even really know if I actually believed in love or something, I mean I had my parents to love me, why would I need any other guy to love me? How was it going to be different?

I wasn't against love or anything but I had just never understood the concept and if you'd ask me, I believed that I was never going to fall in love, there was nothing a guy could make me feel that I already hadn't right?

I drove to the club where us girls mostly spent our weekends, it was one of our favorites. I parked my car and headed inside hoping the girls had arrived, I dint like waiting for them because random guys would start approaching me and it was terrible.