Bound Hearts - Shweta Patil (reading books for 7 year olds .txt) 📗

dress quickly in my PJ's and lie down on my bed.

 

I wake up disoriented. It's dark outside. I look at the wall clock it shows 8:30 which means I slept for more than two hour. I leap out of the bed to gargle and come back to my room and turn WiFi on.

 

I unlock my phone and frown. There comes raining messages from my friends. I check the notifications and there’s a message from Zayn. My heart leaped in my mouth. I open the messenger; It comes half an hour ago.

 

*Facebook messager*

 

March 23

 

Zayn: Der

 

Me: Hey

 

I'm going to wait for his reply but it comes instantly. Nice thing.

 

Z: Today I saw a girl like uh

 

M: Oh..really?

 

Z: In computers lab

I swear

 

M: Yeah..It was me

But I didn't see u?

 

Ughh..fucking hell. Life isn’t fair. I missed the chance of seeing him.

 

Z: I was going to pay the fees den suddenly I saw u

But I told you already I'm a bit shy..

 

M: Shy? U didn't tell me dat

 

Z: and der were lots of girls in der

ohhk..I'm telling now den

 

M: kk

 

Z: Why u didn't come outside?

 

Oh, Is that means he wanted to have a word with me. Yippee. My inner self is doing tango.

 

M: I didn't see u..Datz what I'm telling

 

Z: I was in black

U was wearing red?

 

M: No

Blue

 

Z: I was in hurry datz why I didn't get the colour right.

So U truly didnt see me ?

 

M: U think I was ignoring u?

lol

 

If you think that then you r a monkey's uncle.

 

Z: Nope..I know u will neva do dat

 

Yeah..you get that right manh.

 

M: How come u know dat?

 

Z: I read ppl by their chats :D

But dunno howz u wid others

 

He guessed right. I am not usually rude with others but I do have a headstrong attitude.

 

M: Gud..awesome skill

thumbs up

 

Z: yeah enough...don't start pulling my leg now

 

M: hehe

 

Z: I know u like to do dat

 

M: I know u like to dat too

Now gotta go

dinner time

 

Z: okay. Gn

 

*log out*

 

This is really something. I think I'm already head over heels and now that I know that he wants to talk to me and he saw me today its going to difficult controlling my foolish heart.

CHAPTER 4

 

 

 

 

 

I put on my nude lip gloss and pout at myself in the mirror. I have made an effort and wear my one and only black tights and off shoulder white sweater with black and white striped top underneath.

 

I nod at myself. This is the best I can come up with. I looked behind me at my favourite boyfriend jeans. I miss you buddy. I really do.

 

I hear the bell rang.

 

I climb into my sis’s pump which she lends me. May I add, forcefully?

 

I scuttle off towards the door, twisting my ankle three times in the process. I open the door and standing there Noah wearing a smug smile on his face. I smile back at him, a slightly flustered. He is wearing the dark blue denim and a black t-shirt with leather jacket. Leather suits him.

 

"Hi" He says softly.

 

"Hi."

 

"You look gorgeous."

 

"Thanks and you look mighty fine."

 

"That's a nice compliment one could give." His eyes dance with amusement.

 

"Shall we go?" He murmurs.

 

I put my index finger up showing him to wait just a second and close my door. I kick off those pumps and open the cabinet beside the door. I quickly collected my sneakers and wear them.

 

As I open my door, he grabs my hand and leads me up to his car. He, like a gentleman opens car's door for me, and I climb in as lady-like as I can manage. He moves fluidly to the driver's side of the door and closes the door behind him.

 

I see a motion in my house and there's standing my mom. I wave a goodbye at her and we speed up.

 

I glance at him from the corner of my eyes. Both of us being quiet give my mind to drift off. He is a sweet guy and a college hunk too. He asks me out some days ago when we were walking down the street to home and I said yes because I saw him talking to Zayn and I could subject him to telling me about him. I just had to flirt a little which is a tiring job for me as I am not a girly girl. How stupid of me to subjecting myself to this ordeal. I know he is nice but I don't know him that much to come out with him.

 

"We are going to watch FF7 if that's okay with you." His voice startled me from my deep thoughts. That's nice. At least we are not watching a romantic movie. I don't want to give him wrong signals although it's a date. And secondly, I don’t want to puke. I’m totally into action and horror movies.

 

"Of-course, it is. I love FF series." I grin at him and he too looks pleased.

 

He leads the way and I follow him suit. Although it is FF7, the theatre is deserted. There are utmost 20 peoples in there. Holy hell. I feel a pang of insecurity but I shook it away shaking my head. We are in the third last row and there are three men in the last row. The movie has been already started when we sit down on our respective seats. I straighten my sweater and wear my 3D glasses. It's fun. I have not been to movie since my practical exams. He cracks jokes in-between making me laugh.

 

He is a nice guy.

 

After-awhile he holds my hand but I don’t protest even though I want to.

 

 

It's a date duh! At-least for him, it is. Behave like a sane person, Sam. It's not a big of a deal.

 

He put both of our hand in my lap, the whole time talking. He brushes his hand against my thigh. It doesn't go unnoticed by me as he expected. Though I don’t behave like a sane girl, I know the tricks. What I'm not comprehending is that Why is he doing that? I put his hand back on the armrest. He again do that and now it is unacceptable. I removed my glasses.

 

"Keep your hands to yourself." I say sharply.

 

"What? Is there any problem in that?" He says innocently while removing his glasses and I mentally kick myself for being rude. He doesn’t even get that? I'm the one who thought he is doing that intentionally.

 

"Oh, I thought you are doing that on purpose. I'm sorry but don't do that. It makes me uncomfortable."

 

"You haven't done anything wrong to apologize. But it's a date so Is not it allowed some?"

 

Holy fuck. I surely given him wrong signals or mixed signals.

 

"No. It's not."

 

"Why so?"

 

Crap. Now, I have his undivided attention as he arched his eyebrow at me.

 

"What do mean by that? It's a more of friend's out than a date and secondly we are just friends." I air quote the last two words. I'm a little overacting but I can't help it.

 

"So, then why you came on a date if it's not a date." He says with a smirk. His exterior is one of calm but I know he is seething with not-so-calm underneath. His dark eyes watch me intently and I squirmed under his gaze.

 

I'm speechless. Out of words. My mind went blank. How can I tell him about Zayn? and I'm very bad at lying.

 

"I..I..I came because you are my friend since first year and I trust you....completely." I stutter. At-least I came up with something though it is stupid.

 

I check his reaction in the dim light for some clue. But, comprehending his reactions it is obvious that He didn't buy my clarification. It's absurd anyways but I can’t come up with any better than that.

 

"Really?" He says with a wicked smile. I haven't seen him like this. He is always nice and helpful.

 

Now, I'm definitely scared. He is not buying it. My palms get sweaty. 'Calm down, Sam. Calm down'. Reciting this mantra several times I try to look intimidating. But one look at his face and anyone could guess that he knows I'm scared. I try wholeheartedly not to look scared. Guys take that as their victory and I can't let him savour the moment.

 

Such an Asshole. How can I be so stupid to get into his trap all by myself? All that niceness and helpfulness had a reason. This reason.

 

He move closer to me in his seat. I look frantically all around myself, bewildered. Why I let myself get in this messed up situation?

 

He gets closer, putting his arm around my waist. I try to push him away but he doesn't even budge a little. His other hand came up at my chin tipping back my head. I try to jerk away but his hold is firm.

 

"Noah, what are you doing? Are you out of your senses." A statement more than a question. He doesn't reply just push me against him. Holy fuck. He is going to kiss me. I don't want this. I try to scream but my voice get caught in my throat.

 

I shut my eyes tightly to shake off his image so close to me. There is nothing I can do to change my fate now. It is inevitable.

 

"No." I plead. I feel his breath on my face.

 

"I think Sam said no." As the voice landed on my ringing ears, simultaneously to the voice I feel him going backwards as if he is falling. His hands no more gripping me. Hallelujah!

 

I open my eyes which have tears in it. I blink it several times to make an eye contact with my saviour. Holy Moses.

 

"What the heck? Who told you to intrude?" Noah glowers but doesn't try sit up. He probably knows what’s best for him.

 

"You Asshole. For this show you told all of us to come. How could you dared to force yourself on her? This is what you meant when you said the movie is gonna be rocking?" He is furious to say the least. In the dim light, I see that he doesn't blink once. He is torturing him with his eagle eyes.

 

He pulls Noah up with his shirt's collar with only one hand. He fisted his other hand to pound on Noah’s face or stomach. Holy Shit. I have to stop this. I think he is the one overreacting now.

 

Before, I can possibly say something to stop him. His fist lands squarely on Noah's face with enough force to knock him out.

 

I stare at him in horror. His gives me one cold stare and grab my hand. We are going out in the very next second. I stun.

 

"We will handle here." I hear his friend's saying from behind but he doesn’t even acknowledge that.

 

We come out in the fresh evening air in the parking lot. We stop and he turns me to face him.

 

"Are you alright?"

 

"Y...Yes.I..I think I am." Taking in his reaction he looks more worried than I'm. He is petulant.

 

"Good god. Now wait here. I'll be back in a second. You will be good, right?" Will I? I stare at his face which is angry but worried too.

 

"I'm sorry." I mutter in a low voice staring down at my hands, twiddling my thumb.

 

"What’s your sorry for?”

 

"Because, I have done the stupidest thing coming out with someone whom I don't know