5. Adrian who?
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Just as I thought, getting paired with Ayaan brought so many unnecessary problems for me.
Right after the lecture, I went to the washroom. When I came to the handwashing area, Chelsey and Marita were waiting for me. Just from the look on Chelsey's face, I knew why she was waiting for me.
"Don't even think of using this as an opportunity to get close to my Ayaan!!!" she shouted at me.
What is wrong with this woman? I didn't ask to make me pair with his goddamn boyfriend.
"I don't want to get paired with him, Chelsey. I even talked to the professor, but he refused to change the pairs now. If you can convince him to do so, I would be beyond happy." I said, trying to ignore her and washing my hands.
"What is with your tone, huh?" she slapped my hand and shouted.
"Chelsey… Please understand I don't want to get pair with your boyfriend. It is not me who is responsible. Please leave me alone." I snarled.
"Leave you alone?" she screamed as she getting more closer to me and grabbing me from my ponytail.
"You don't know how to respect people. You fu**ing who*e!!! I will teach you a good lesson soon!" she slapped my face hard and screamed again…
My cheek started to feel like it is burning… My eyes began to fill with tears of unbearable helplessness…
She had a ring on one of her fingers, and I am sure it made a bruise on my face.
I placed my palm on my burning cheek and turned away from her. I didn't want to let her see the tears in my eyes and make her even happier. Then I quickly grabbed my backpack and hurried out from the washroom.
There was a dark passage next to the washroom complex. I was leaning against a wall there, trying so hard to control the continuous flow of tears… I don't know why these people treat me like this. I have done nothing wrong to them. How can people be this inhuman and make another person suffer like this for something they don't have any control over?
"Let's go, Chelsey..." I heard Marita said. Then I heard them coming out from the washroom.
"You hear how that slu* talked to me? I am going to fu**ing kills that bi**!!!" Chelsey was still shouting. They couldn't see me because I was in the dark. They were walking towards the central passage.
"You know Ayaan won't let you do that." I heard Marita's voice.
"I don't know what the fu** is wrong with Ayaan. Why the fu** he cares about this poor crazy bi**h?" Chelsey said.
"That's the question we couldn't find an answer to all these years." I heard Marita said.
Then they were taking something, but I couldn't hear anything clearly.
Maybe I didn't want to listen to them clearly as my whole body and mind were stuck at one thing Chelsey said.
Why the fu** he cares about this poor crazy bi**h?"
Ayaan cares about me!!!
How could that be true? He has never shown me any sympathy. Whenever he gets a chance, he won't let it go without humiliating me and hurting me.
Before my 18th birthday, Ayaan didn't attack me like this openly, but he didn't care about me either. We haven't even talked more than a few words for all the time we have known each other.
So I felt utterly confused at what Chelsey said.
According to what she said, I felt like she is not doing anything terrible because Ayaan doesn't want that to happen. But what I get from Ayaan's behaviour is a totally different story.
Maybe she meant something different. I just imagine things in my favour. There is no way mighty prince Ayaan has any sympathy towards me. I am just a nobody for him.
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A few days passed after we were assigned the project. Ayaan didn't contact me even once regarding the project. Gina was literally forcing me to go and talk with him about it. We are running out of time already; all the other pairs worked so hard on the assignment. As it covers 40% of our final mark for that subject.
As I said, I am not a studious girl who wants A's for all the subjects, but I prefer not to repeat any.
However, I was too afraid to talk with Ayaan. I thought I may be getting repeat the subject would worth avoiding all the unnecessary problems. I just continued researching the topic on my own and trying to come up with solutions.
Ayaan saw me a few times during this period. One day, they all even made me clean the table they used with my scarf. It was a pretty scarf I received as a gift from Gina; I think that's why Chelsey wanted to make me clean the table with it.
Anyway, Ayaan didn't even ask me about the assignment at any of those times.
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On Wednesday, after college, I was at home doing some typesetting works for a client. That is my part-time job. My parents don't allow me to go anywhere except to college. So I couldn't go out and find a part-time job outside.
I don't really know why my parents try to protect me this much. They didn't allow me to participate in any extracurricular activity since I am in middle school. I was really good at athletics and singing, but they didn't let me excel in any of them. I had to stop all my training and everything.
School to home… Home to School… That is my entire life since then.
That's the main reason for me to become a bit fat too. I had no way of burning all the carbs and fat I push into my body. (Well… The frustration of having this boring life makes me want to eat more; that's another reason for getting fat day by day. But I like to put the blame on my parents.)
Though they want me to stay home, they hardly stay home. So that leaves me alone and frustrated all the time.
Before middle school, my parents didn't act like this. I had no idea what triggered them to change their decisions. Initially, I tried to protest. I argue with them, fought with them to let me have some freedom. But as time passed, I realized there is no use in it. They are not changing their way of thinking. Fighting with them just makes me even more frustrated. So I started doing what they want me to do.
But that had some adverse effect on me. Getting fat is one thing. I lost interest in my studies as well. I didn't feel like studying at all.
Enough of the background story; let's come to the present.
While I was working on my laptop, my phone rang. It was an unknown number.
"Hello..." I said, keeping the phone to my ear.
"Open the door. I am in front of your house." that's all I heard, and the line was disconnected.
Well… Those few words were enough for me to recognize who the caller was. How can I not recognize that deep voice and the arrogant tone?
Ayaan!!!
But what he is doing here? I never expected him to come to my house.
I quickly ran out from my room to get to the main door, but then only I remembered I was just wearing a short and a Tshirt. My hair was also a mess. There is no way I could go to him like this.
I ran back to my room and quickly put on a pair of jeans and a blouse. Then my phone started to ring again, it was Ayaan.
"What the fu** are you doing? Open this fu**ijng door. I don't have time to waste!!!" he yelled at me as soon as I answered the call.
He must be pissed off. God knows what he will do when he became angry. So without waiting to comb my hair, I ran downstairs and opened the door.
He was wearing a jean and a white Tshirt, just casual, but he looked handsome as ever.
"What the fu** are you doing staring at my face? Don't you let me come in?" when I was staring at him and thinking, he again screamed at me.
I quickly moved, letting him come in.
He looked at me from head to toe and shook his head.
"You're really insane. What Chelsey says is true!" I didn't know what he meant by that, but his words surely hurt me a lot.
Why the fu** he came here, isn't it enough hurting me at the college?
"Take me to your room!" when he commanded me, I was totally dumbstruck!
"To my room?" I barely found words to speak.
"Why?" he asked sarcastically, peeping into my eyes.
The way he said that made me blush… I have never been alone with him like this. At this very moment, there is no one inside these walls except him and me… No need to tell how nervous and excited I was...
"I have already done the assignment. I want to walk you through it. So you won't act all stupid and reduce my marks as well." when he said, my eyes widened… So he had done the assignment without my help. Now he just wants to make sure I will perform as expected in the presentation. He is so bossy and self-centric.
But what can I do? Can I ask him to fu** off even if I want to say that?
I nodded like a fool and took him to my room.
As he entered my room, he looked around the room carefully and released a sigh… Maybe he felt sad about me. When compares to the palace he lives, this room may look like a slum.
However, without saying anything, he sat on the chair in front of my study table. I was just standing there and looking down until he again shouted at me.
"Get a chair and sit. I don't have time to waste."
I hurried to get the extra chair which was near my dressing table. I saw my own reflection from the mirror, and then only I understood what he means earlier by I am insane.
I have buttoned up my bloused wrong. I have missed the upper button.
"s**t!!!" I screamed involuntarily and started re-buttoning the blouse, turning away from him. I heard him chuckling.
"You should have a look at yourself before leaving the room!" he said. I couldn't understand it was advice or an insult. I was that confused and nervous at that moment.
I kept the chair next to him and sat.
He took out his laptop and opened a document. Then he started explaining everything. Grabbing the things he explained was not that hard for me as I have already researched the topic. Also, I can quickly understand things and memorize things in general. That's how I managed to come this far without studying hard.
After every section, he asked questions to confirm I got everything he said. I guess even he got amazed at how quickly I understood things he explained. I could see it from the shine in his eyes.
Then we came to the presentation quickly. He divided the parts we should do in the presentation and guided me on everything I should say.
"Professor will definitely ask more questions from you. Don't you dare give wrong answers and reduce my marks too!" he said as a warning. I nodded…
Even though I focused on everything he explained to me, I thought about why he chose to come to my place. He could have done this elsewhere. I so much wanted to ask him that. But I knew what his answer would be.
"I do whatever I want. I don't need a reason for that."
After preparing for the presentation as well, he started correcting a few things in the documents.
"Don't you even offer me water?" when he asked me, I felt embarrassed.
God! I totally forgot that.
"I am sorry. What do you want?" I asked apologetically.
"I don't have time to waste until you prepare anything else. Bring me water!" Ayaan said.
I quickly ran down to the kitchen and brought him a glass of water.
When I come to the room, he has already closed his laptop.
"I have emailed you everything," he said, taking the glass from me and standing up.
I nodded.
"You were so thin when you were young. You did athletics, right?" he asked, staring at one of my photos where I was wearing a medal after winning an athletic event.
I nodded with a slight smile.
"Why did you stop that?" then he asked.
"My parents didn't want me to continue," I replied, trying to hide the pain in my heart.
"That's a shame! You shouldn't stop athletics. Look at you now." he said, looking at me.
The way he said that hurt me so much.
"Yeah… I became a potato because I stopped that." I said, looking down without trying to hide the pain.
"Zuri…" for the first time, he said my name in a tone that is not either teasing or angry… His voice sounds so deep and emotional…
I looked t him. He was staring at me too… I don't know why, but I feel this Ayaan is so much different from the Ayaan I have known… This Ayaan is so much gentle and kind…
"I didn't mean to..." he was about to say something when my stupid phone suddenly rang…
The phone was on the table near to him. He gazed at the phone, pausing what he was telling.
I, too, followed his eyes to my phone screen,
"Adrian", the caller ID was displayed.
"Adrian!!!" Ayaan screamed like he saw a snake!
"Adrian, who?" he again screamed, taking the phone in his hand…
"Adrian… Adrian Featheringham." I replied nervously.
Ayaan's eyes grew wider, and I clearly observed how he make his palm into a fist furiously...
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