25th December, 1998
I thought my luck was not going to ditch me today but nausea had built up inside me and I wanted to puke. Honestly, my list of happiness was pathetically short and what is more required than this to lose all self-esteem. I was already sweating. Vexation filled me up as I stood up and brushed off the remaining fries stuck to my shirt.
It is going to be okay. It is going to be okay. I kept myself steady as I looked up at Mr. Sexy blonde. I was not really sure about what he was thinking because he seemed rather . . . unaffected by all the sticky and slovenly coke on his shirt. Was that even human? Or I did not know whether he was being bitingly sarcastic. Sounds pretty nasty, eh?
I wanted to curl up in a ball and fucking die but I ignored the unsolicited shitty feeling. I brought a tissue and tried to clean up the mess I had made. Fortunately, it was just coke and not some very weird stain-y kind of sauce. As I cleaned his shirt, my fingers grazed against his abdomen and holy cow – he was perfectly built. He had worn a black shirt and I was very chuffed about it. At least, it felt less disconcerting. I realised my height reached his chest when I felt his sharp intake of air just a little above my head. My world was not the same anymore. Why was I still an asshole?
I caught a glimpse of his friends laughing in the background but the girl in their gang was not very pleased about the situation. She was furiously typing away in her phone as the other two boys were busy laughing. As I tried to observe her with more focus, I realised she had very exquisite and intense features. She had thin lips but they were beautiful and her collarbones made her look malnourished. I’m sorry. I am not trying to insult her. But she looked really subtle and dainty in her skinny jeans and her pink crop cami top.
“Alyssa?” Mr. Sexy blonde finally spoke and trust me, I literally choked on my own saliva. And, I have no idea how he knew my name. I looked up at him, perturbed with his absurd knowledge.
“Oh, I am sorry. It is written on your badge.” He clarified. I squeaked out a weak and paltry ‘oh’ and just nodded. I glanced around the restaurant and much to my delectation, all this had not caused much of a scene.
“Oh. That is going to be a bitch to wash. I am so sorry.” My voice has turned raucous because of a strange lump that had built inside my throat.
“Enough to drive me crazy.” He leaned forward and I sincerely tired my best not to fluster. As I tried to clear my throat silently, he held my left shoulder with his strong grip and suddenly came near my ears like a ninja. I am sorry if you think I am obsessed with ninja.
“Your boss looks pissed. Best of luck.” He said. I could not concentrate on anything he said provided the fact that he was way tool close. But when my mind processed what he said, I think maybe I lost my heartbeat.
Oh shit.
~ °•°•° ~
The roads were clear as I drove away from the restaurant. Mrs. Rosé was still on my nerves. Was she still offering me a job? I leaned forward and turned on the radio. My life is complete. Pretty young thing by Michael Jackson started playing and I warbled along. I opened the window pane of my seat and my body gave off an involuntary shiver.
I had to reach home by ten and it was already nine thirty. Fortunately after being in the garage for five days my Lamborghini was a fun and vim drive. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked like some eerie eighties American actress with hair flying and a dark lipstick. Bless Marilyn Monroe. I gave myself a weak smile.
I took a sneak at my phone and saw that there were two missed calls from Dan. Oh god. Dan and me have been friends ever since I started my high school. For it may sound crazy and off one's trolley but we both always had the same classes and shared a very common obsession of memes. But deep down I know he likes me. Often, he had asked Sam (Samantha) to set us up together. Currently he was working in a gas station but his real keenness was to achieve the top of the line of art. His real passion was for art. He loves painting. But deep down I know he likesliked me. Often, he hashad asked Sam (Samantha) to set us up together.
Dan sure was very bright and arresting but he was not the one for me. And besides, I would not do justice to him if we both ever come together. My friends often tease me that I have a repulsion and antipathy to boys since the last few years. It was not that. I just have not really been attracted to someone – someone who has the capability to set me on the ninth cloud and set an entire zoo in my stomach. My sub-conscious raises her eyebrows and a playful image of Mr. Sexy blonde played in my mind. Jesus Christ no.
Whatever. I shook off further thoughts from my mind before I died from an accident. When I reached my destination, my home that was, I was relieved that it was 9:45 and I was not late. I gave a very solicitous look to my street as a farewell gesture and parked my car in the garage. The garage was filled with weird creepers and spiders – jeez, I would have to clean it.
My mother was out of station to attend some meeting regarding her business. She was a normal housewife before. It was until my father’s death that she decided to run his business. And fucking hell, she was making lots and lots of money. I grabbed my jacket and bag from the car and slammed the door. I probably scared my cat in the process because I heard him scream in the balcony. I put my key in the keyhole and the door opened with a click.
As I entered my house, I was welcomed with the smell of dust and cardboard. I turned on the lights and as soon as I settled down on the couch Julius pounced on me. Fuck, he had gained weight. Julius was my cat. Of course. I ignored him as he played with the hem of my shirt and texted my mother telling her that I had reached home.
I squeezed my eyes gently and yawned. Today had been full of hassle . I groaned as a bone crushing feeling of tiredness raged inside me. I was exhausted and all I could think of was sleep. But I still had a lot of packing to do. My mother had finally decided to throw some money and buy a bungalow and so we were shifting.
The so called new house was on Sam's street and that was the only reason I agreed to shift. But god help me, I couldn’t afford to sleep then. I had no second thoughts except taking a nap. Maybe a ten minutes nap would not do a harm. My mind became fizzy as I felt my mind became light. And it was not long before I drifted to sleep. I was supposed to nap not fucking sleep.
~ °•°•° ~
26th December, 1998
When I woke up, my dream broke into fragments as sunlight fell on my face. Wait, what? Sunlight? I sprang up in hurry and mentally slapped myself. I should have set an alarm! I get my phone which was probably already murdered because Julius had slept on it. I swung my legs down and stretched. Hoping to meet with cold tiles, I groaned but rather I felt something squishy and fleshy underneath. I looked down and what the fuck? Samantha was sleeping on the floor and I couldn’t remember when did I invite this girl to my home.
I shook my head and cleared it, hoping that I was not hallucinating or something. My chest was burning as I had not had anything for dinner but I ignored it. I shook Sam gently and she groaned.
“Wakey wakey Sam.” I muttered.
She turned her gaze to me and her hair was a tangled mess. How will she ever get a boyfriend?
“Good morning bitch.” She said it as if I had fucked her without her consent.
“What are you doing in my house? Please explain.” She said nothing for a few seconds for she gave a hit on my back. Ow!
“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”
“REASSURE YOURSELF!”
“BITCH-”
“YOU LEFT THE FRONT DOOR UNLOCKED AND SLEPT!”
Oh.
“Oh.” I said, my voice full of shame but thank God she had not made a habit of hitting me out of nowhere.
“Also, I packed for you.” She said as she stood up and took her car keys from under the sofa.
Oh my life.
“You did not-” I said as I squealed and hugged her.
“I do not do things for free.” God, this is how you make me pay for my mistakes?
“Say.”
“My brother is coming back from Mexico so I am throwing a party.”
“And I am not coming.”
“END OF DISCUSSION.” I said as I push her out of my house.
“HEY! PLEASE!” she looked at me with her ridiculously big eyes and folded her hands.
“But-”
“Please!”
“Listen-”
“Please!”
“Sam-”
“I will clean your house!”
“Okay I am coming.”
She squealed and hugged me.
Oh boy.
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