《Loved Like a Psycho》4: Friendly date
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She was finally mine now, she was dangling from my arms as I walked through the corridor, room after room. There were sounds coming from in there, moans, bed creaks, screams. I smirked, knowing that would be me in a few minutes. Aroma of alcohol didn't bother me one bit.
I got one room and laid her down on bed, her hair was framing her face perfectly, her cheeks were rosy pink, her lips plump, innocence dripping from every inch of her face. I moved to her and sat on the bed, I tucked a stray strand away, her skin soft beneath my monstrous touch. I felt my heart drop but I ignored it and stood up I grabbed my belt and started undoing it but something stopped me again.
Her angelic appearance, she was so pure. I shook my head again and started searching for her zipper. As soon as I touched her she turned and hugged my arm, clutching onto it as if it's protecting her from any harm. I jerked my arm away because it wasn't protecting her, it was about to harm her modesty and was about to ruin her. Some weird feeling flooded me, sweat formed on my forehead and I started losing my breath my heart started racing. I left her there and rushed out of the room, I wiped sweat and loosened my tie for breath, I didn't know when I messed my hair. What was I about to do?
I went out, plan was simple pretend like nothing affected you and enjoy the party. I received some suspicious and shocked expression.
"Done?!"Rits exclaimed with a confused expression on her face
"I didn't "I replied ignoring any sort of eye contact, my neck twitched I massaged it and looked directly at floor. Stupid sweat beads dripped.
"Why?" Rits asked she looked shocked I knew she was observing my behavior so I tried to compose myself.
"Not in the mood" I replied gulping the beer the bartender had just brought.
"Or you have feelings for her?" Bhavesh asked suspiciously.
"Nope I don't really have feelings" I faked a smirk which didn't quite reach my eyes
"Where is she?" Jannat asked, she was the only one who was relieved that I didn't do anything.
"Room, she is drunk asleep" I replied with a short smile which vanished immediately, I looked straight at the bottles.
"But why did you.. " I cut off Bhavesh.
"Enough of that topic. I really don't wanna talk about that anymore" I shouted slamming my hand on table shutting everyone up. Everyone left I kept drinking but couldn't get her out of my mind. She is a pure soul, simply mesmerizing, she is doing something to me and she's not even trying. I hate it.
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I woke up wearing the same dress like last night, I took in the surroundings, this room wasn't mine. Or or anyone I knew, where was I? I sat straight and a severe head ache hit me, I winced clutching onto my head. I looked around and freaked out when I saw Siddharth lying on the sofa smirking at me. A thousand thoughts hit me, what was he doing here? Why was he here? Omg what if he? Did he? I felt something wet on my cheek. A stray tear had leaked from my eye.
"Don't worry I didn't " he smirked and twitched his neck, relief hit me. I relaxed a little but tensed up again when I felt his continuous gaze on me.
"What happened last night? " I asked hesitantly.
"You drank angel" he smiled like a lunatic.
"Angel? "I asked nervously.
"Yupp your nothing less than an angel" he smirked. I forced a smile I didn't want any argument early morning and I didn't want to be in the hate list of this psychopath
"So I will go now" I stated as I got up
"Chill angel I will drop you" He stated that was the final decision then I really don't have any energy to fight that to with this psycho.
"Drink this it helps with hangover" he passed me a glass of lemonade maybe a concentrated one. I kept gulping it, it burned my throat but yeah, a sore throat is better than an argument with this insane guy.
While I was drinking he took off his shirt, my eyes widened as I stared at his body, I tell you he is sizzling hot no wonder girls drool him. I still feel he is out of his mind. Suddenly I felt vomit forming in my stomach I rushed to bathroom and puked. Siddharth came in and watched me as if he was zoned out.
"Forgot to tell you, it makes you vomit" He said and smirked. I looked down at his abs, his smirk widened "Like what you see?" He said and headed out I followed him hiding my cheeks.
"So angel I was saying that" he ranted while we sat on his BMW.
"First stop calling me angel it sounds weird" I made a request with a irritant voice.
"What if I don't?" he asked with a cold tone, his jaw clenched making his jaw line even sexier.
"Umm..nothing " I said as shivers went through my spines, first of all I don't want fights, second of all DAMN THAT JAW LINE! he was zoned out, again.
"So you never had any boyfriend before? " he asked abruptly not looking at me, I saw his neck twitch again.
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"Yeah never " I forced a smile with my answer.
"Good and you will never make one " he muttered.
"Huh?" I tried confirming what I just heard.
"We are here " he said as he parked the car. I got out and ran straight into the dorms.
"Finally " I sighed as I shut the door and slid down it my chest was heaving.
Siddharth walked into his room, a creepy smile plastered on his face.
"Hey bro not visiting to your home this time?" Bhavesh asked as Siddharth entered the room.
"No maa is permanently shifted to the hospital" Siddharth said stiffing his voice "She is getting even more sick now" he added.
"Its okay she will be alright " Bhavesh consoled a smile.
"Hmm" Siddharth sighed and went inside the washroom he turned on the shower. He stared down at the floor he wasn't smiling, nor was he smirking, he wasn't frowning. His eyes were clouded showing no emotions. Tears started falling from his eyes but if you saw him you wouldn't be able to tell if he was crying or was that just water. He punched the wall and his knuckles started bleeding. He finished the shower and wore casual outfit. All of them then gathered in the campus. He pretended like he never cried once in past 10 years
"Where is she going?" Siddharth asked frowning, as he saw Avneet dressed up in skinny jeans and a cute top, she even had applied a little make up.
"For a date" Rits said casually.
"She can't date someone else that one is mine" Siddharth raged.
"Bhai calm down" Rits tried to calm him but went in vain.
"Who the fuck is he?" Siddharth snapped.
"Ah-Ahan Malhotra" Rits stuttered scared from her brother's scary state.
"He is so dead" Siddharth said gritting his teeth, he clenched his jaw and left.
"What is wrong with your brother?" Manjul asked from his girlfriend who pecked him on lips and shrugged.
"What is this guy upto?" Jannat worriedly
Siddharth's POV:
Ahan.
That trash bag is so dead now, I looked around the campus and found him in library he was enjoying and laughing with his friends in low tone. I smirked and walked to him, I put a hand on his shoulder he was shook but he composed himself. I faked a smile at him.
"Wanna go for a walk?" I asked practically ordering him to go with me, he nodded and walked with me I was taking him to the roof.
"So Ahan, What do you think about Avneet?" I asked busying him in talking as we walked on the roof.
"Oh she's pretty, caring and not to forget simple and beautiful I'm going on a date with her" He said my jaw clenched, I made a fist but controlled myself, we reached the edge of the roof, I pushed him and got hold of his wrist, completely leaving him under my mercy I smirked at his scared expression.
"So you are going for a date?" I asked mockingly
"Y-yeah but what are you doing?!" Ahan asked stammering.
"Oh let me do what ever I am and no boy you're not going on a date that girl is mine don't you dare lay your eyes on her or should I.." I said in a dangerous calm not even blinking once and threatened to leave his hand.
"I won't I am really sorry p-please don't drop me" he begged
"Finish. After. Me I say 'She is... ' you say?" I said in a sing a song tone not looking at him "She is?"
"Yours, YOURS!" he said as he struggled to get up. I smiled crazily at him and pulled him up and pushed him to ground, he immediately got up and ran away, he slipped and almost fell on ground but he kept running.
Before the student council meeting I had a date so I quickly got ready applied a little bit of makeup. I was about to meet this guy Ahan from my dance club . He is a sweet guy and this is a friendly date. I reached there and found him sitting there already . I went there and smiled at him. He was startled then he stood up.
"You should've told me that you are dating Siddharth! that freak was about to kill me" he ranted as his voice raised.
"What ? I am not dating him" I corrected him, I was genuinely confused.
"I don't know but he said she is mine and all that shit and really sorry Avneet but we are never meeting again I love my life" he stated before leaving. I gestured around questioning nothing particular. Was this guy seriously this crazy? I slumped down on the chair.
I had a small breakdown. How can he? He is really. I mean what does he mean by she's mine? . That pathetic guy.
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