《Loved Like a Psycho》7: Bike Rides
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We walked out of the hostel and somehow the guards didn't even bothered to ask where or why we were going. I hugged my jacket closer to my body. We reached outside the hostel there were bikes. Beautiful and monstrous sports bikes. My jaw was dropped they were all waiting for us.
Manjul and Lucky on one as Lucky doesn't know how to ride a bike. Ritika knew so she was with Arishfa. Bhavesh and Jannat were on one. I smiled at them Siddharth gestured me to sit with him so I did I awkwardly rode the bike and we took off, I didn't hold him and he clearly wanted me to hold him so he sped the bike, I had to clutch onto him for support. I was practically hugging him from behind, he slowed down the bike, I began pulling away but his hand clutched on to mine.
"Siddharth! You can't ride a bike with one hand!" I shrieked
"Well if you promise not to leave me then I'll ride with both hands otherwise, I'll leave both hands to keep your hands in mine" He said sternly.
"No" I said stubbornly
"Okay then" He said and left the handle of bike completely and kept his hands on mine.
"SIDDHARTH! OKAY OKAY GET THE HANDLE I WON'T LEAVE" I shouted on top of my lungs and hugged him close, I swear I felt him smirk. He got hold of the handle and as per deal I didn't leave his waist. He was clearly enjoying this.
After few minutes of travel we reached a place it was beautiful. Starts clear above us, trees surrounding us. There was rustle of leaves and owls hooting. I guess sneaking out wasn't that bad. We all sat in a circle around the bonfire.
"Let's play truth and dare our style" Rit's chirped. Okay 'our style' doesn't give me good vibes at all. But everyone agreed so who am I to protest?
"Okay so the rule is simple this Vodka bottle will be passed to each person, if the person sips it he gets a dare if not truth. Okay? And you can't go for truth more than twice" she explained .
"Umm. I don't drink" I said nervously.
"Now you will" Manjul said firmly
"Okay so start Bhavy you go" Rit's chirped.
He didn't sip it and got a truth.
"I will give him a truth" Sidd smirked and Bhavesh expression turned into a worried one.
"So do you love Jann?" He asked with a smirk still plastered on his face.
"Actually .. I mean . yeah I d ...do" he stuttered badly his shyness rose when Jannat's head snapped at him. His cheeks were rosy pink
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"Really?" Jannat asked as if she couldn't believe her ears.
"Hmm" he nodded.
"I love you too" She whispered with a smile, his eyes widened and a happy blush can to his cheeks.
"Aww" Arishfa halted.
What the hell that's not fair why cant i get a simple love life like that? Why God?
"Jannat your turn" Rits said
Oh by the way I was sitting beside Jannat Siddharth just in front of me Bhavesh on the other side of Jannat, then Rits, Manjul, Arishfa and Lucky. She didn't sip either.
"Oh okay so did you steal my tank top?" Rits glared.
"No I did" Arishfa chuckled.
"Bitch" Ritika spat showing Arishfa her middle finger. Arishfa laughed louder.
"Anyways I didn't " Jannat sighed passing it to me and obviously I avoided sipping .
"What about you?" Jannat made a thinking face, everyone thought for a while but Jannat spoke.
"Okay so have you ever been in a relationship?" she asked.
"No" I shook my head
"Boring" Rit's commented taking it from my hand and gulped down a sip.
"Okay so kiss Mannu" Arishfa flashed.
"Oh easy" she said before pecking on his lips. They are truly modern and it made me really uncomfortable. I looked away and caught Siddharth smirking at me.
"Now Manjul " Lucky grinned.
He sipped.
"Your dare is you're not going to buy any shoe for a month" Lucky said mischievously
"Fuck dude a month?"he frowned.
"Yupp" Lucky chuckled.
It was Hitler Romeo's turn now. He sipped a large amount.
"That's not sipping" Jannat complained.
"That's my style of sipping" he mocked.
"Okay so sing a song, I have my guitar so here you go" Manjul passed while Siddharth was sipping. Siddharth stared at Manjul who stared back they stayed like that. It seemed like they were speaking using telepathy!
"No not singing change" Said Siddharth as he took another sip from the bottle.
"No that's it sing" Bhavesh stated
"Do it" Arishfa started the chant and slowly they all joined so did I we chanted 'do it' for a while when suddenly his eyes fell on me and he took the guitar from Manjul. Everyone cheered as he tuned the guitar.
"Trust me, he sings good" Said Lucky to me, Arishfa agreed with him. Manjul and ritika were already cuddled up. I saw Bhavesh holding Jannat's hand. Was his singing really good?
(The song will help you relate so play it now, up there^)
"You, do you remember me
Like I remember you?
Do you spend your life
Going back in your mind to that time?" Siddharth sung as he focused on guitar, adjusting his hands. His voice was melodious, his eyes shifted to me once he was okay with the tune.
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"'Cause I, I walk the streets alone
I hate being on my
And everyone can see that I really fell
Thinking about you with somebody else" I looked around and saw the others dreamily listening to him they were slowly moving with the rhythm too. A smile crept on my face. I looked at him his eyes were still on me.
"Somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can't breathe, without you it's lonely
Somebody hopes that one day you will see" He closed his eyes turning his face a little higher.
"That somebody's me
That somebody's me" He opened his eyes again and they found me, they started pulling me in them. I was lost in his voice.
"How, how did we go wrong?
It was so good and now it's gone
And I pray at night that our paths soon will cross
And what we had isn't lost
'Cause you're always right here in my thoughts" Lucky offered Arishfa his hand and she smiled and got to her feet they slow danced. Wow I'm jealous
"Somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can't breathe, without you it's lonely
Somebody hopes that someday you will see
That somebody's me
Oh, yeah" His eyes were fixed on me. Did he really mean all those lyrics or was it just a song?
"You will always be in my life
Even if I'm not in your life
'Cause you're in my memory" By now Ritika and Manjul were dancing too along with Jannat and Bhavesh. I can't describe my jealousy levels can I cry for not having a normal relationship? Please?
"You, when you remember me
And before you set me free
Oh, listen please" Though I kept looking around, but he didn't, his eyes were continuously on me.
"Somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can't breathe, without you it's lonely
Somebody hopes that someday you will see
That somebody's me
Somebody's me
Somebody's me
Somebody's me" He finished slowly, his voice was filled with emotions to brim. Everyone applauded. He looked away from me and at the floor. One blink and his tears would've escaped. Everyone settled back to their previous places and shot him a smile, he didn't smile back or even look at them.
After a few more rounds we all left for hostel. Throughout Siddharth was silent and wasn't speaking. I'm not complaining I'm glad that his mouth is shut. But it's weird because after that song he was very quite. He didn't even force me to hold him. Or he didn't even personally escort me to my room. I'M NOT COMPLAINING!
As soon as I reached my room, I dozed off.
***
I woke up late as I had no class before lunch. I decided to get a long bath and relax myself. The water drops fell on me and I got glances of his gaze in my mind, did he really mean those lyrics? He was staring at me so immensely that it felt like a trap, his eyes had captured mine. I think it's just a song because how can something go good with me? My dress fell on the floor and now it was soaked in water I peaked out and saw Rits bed was empty, so I got out covering my body with a towel. I stepped out and realised there was someone on my bed. I shrieked when I saw Hitler Romeo, smirk plastered on his face as his hazel orbs checked me out up and down.
"What are you doing here?" I yelled and I tried to further cover myself, which was impossible.
"Oooh hot" he winked as he continued observing me from top to bottom. He moved toward me my heart started to beat heavily, like really heavily. It skipped a beat when he pressed me between his chest and the wall . I was holding the towel tightly with both my hands. I squeezed my eyes shut, not daring to look at him.
Suddenly I felt his hot breath on my neck, then I felt his hand cup my face tilting it. I wanted to run from there but I was weak, my knees had almost given up, I shuddered when he placed a wet kiss on my neck. I felt electricity run through my whole body. I didn't open my eyes for once. I felt his breath on my lips, it felt like he's going to kiss me, I backed away but there was no space to go behind.
"I am not kissing you stop dreaming" He said in his husky voice as he left me and sat on bed. I immediately missed his heat but I sighed of relief that he didn't.
"I was..no..not" I stammered.
"But I can you know, ask anyone I am a good kisser" he winked "I can make your first kiss memorable" he smirked moving toward me. No no no noooo
He kept coming forward, his body pressed mine. I pushed him away.
"No no no no" I chanted moving my face away, my eyes we're squeezed shut. I heard him chuckle and then door slammed shut. He chuckled.. He really chuckled? Not a cold one a happy chuckle.. Wasn't I disobeying him? Oh well!
"At last" I sighed I wore my clothes and then had my breakfast in my room, which were cup noodles
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