6 Chapter 6/You deserve more

Friday came by really quickly, leaving me exhausted and sleep deprived from the hectic days at school and the celebrations being held at our house. For three days I slept after midnight, and then the next morning regretted my wise decisions. Something that kept on bugging me was the fact that after our last encounter at that restaurant, I never saw Aarib again. He had just disappeared into thin air, leaving me behind with all those mixed signals. He could be nice when he wanted, he was even caring, I know. But there's still dark about him. I still plan to unravel him.

My family had decided to go for movies, and then a nice dinner afterwards. I refused, telling them about the home works piled up on my desk that needed my attention and a pencil to fill them in. although I had the whole weekend, but Maira's family was coming over for lunch, and on Sundays I basically just mourned for Monday.

So, here I sat on my bed, hunched over with a pencil behind my ear, and a pencil between my teeth, as I tried to solve a math problem for the hundredth time. Math is stupid. I mean, why do we even need to know the three identities unless we want to make our lives difficult by opting for accountings? If even the identities are needed for that? Honestly, I would be the last person to know. Since as long as I can remember, I was allergic to anything relating math.

Just when I was about to snap the pencil in two out of frustration, the bell rung.

Okay. . .I was definitely not expecting anyone at eight in the evening. Somewhat scared and unwilling to go downstairs, I waited for a few seconds, hoping with everything that whoever it was would go away.

Ugh. UGH. The bell dinged again.

Heart in my throat, I slowly took one step at a time, simultaneously praying to God I would be safe.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I saw Aarib blocking my front porch. He looked pissed, grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw in anger, perhaps. As the thudding in my chest slowed to a steady beat, I let the fact wash over me: Aarib was here.

"What do you want?" I snapped, folding my arms. I wasn't mad because why he showed up.

Much as it bothered me, I was basically glad he came over, but why out of the blue? Why didn't he say hi to me in school? I am not liking this behavior of his. It is getting on my nerves.

The blue of his eyes gets overpowered by his black pupils, as his eyes widened in somewhat shock at the harshness in my voice. Um, I am sorry but, did he expect me to fall at his feet? IN HIS DREAMS.

"I suppose you haven't had the best day of your life and that explains your lovely mood. We are partnered together, remember? Got a ton of work to do." Some papers that I didn't notice before were being waved in my face, making me flinch a little, but he didn't notice. Or probably pretended to not notice. With him, I could really not tell.

"Right," I snorted a laugh. 'Partnering' was a way too positive word to be used to refer to us. We had all the negativity between us. I think it is also called opposites attract, but he is more like repelled from me.

"Can I come in, then? Or are we gonna study on the porch? I don't mind either," he mocked, the only thing he was good at.

Inviting him in seemed like a bad decision, especially when everyone was out and I was alone in the house. Although I knew Aarib would rather eat his own intestines than even lay a finger on me, his cold, intense blue eyes did little to convince me. My eyes drifted over to his black BMW parked along the curb, standing out against my corolla 2015 version. A frown formed between my brows.

"You drive a very suspicious car," I stated the obvious. Trying to get a reaction, I went on. "One might think of you as a criminal," I joked, but immediately regretted when his face turned grim. I really don't know when to keep my mouth shut.

"I think my car has nothing to do with our studies. We're basically just wasting time sanding here, so unless you want to study, I am here, but really, I don't have time to waste so make up your mind now." He folded his arms.

"Fine," I sighed in defeat, opening the door wider for him to walk through. "I was doing homework anyway."

He went straight into the living room, dumping the papers on the coffee table and flopping onto the sofa. The cut along the line of his jaw was almost healed, but the bruise on his forehead still looked painful, turning almost purple. His clothes were casual, almost as if he had just gotten out of bed and this decision of coming over was sudden.

His gaze suddenly cut to mine. "What are you staring at?" He meant to be rude. I could tell that by the crease in his forehead, but his words came out soft, almost a sigh, almost. . .almost like he wanted to be sweet to me.

I cleared my throat as red burned in my cheeks. "Sorry, nothing. I-uh—I'll just go and get my books from my room." I practically ran upstairs, cursing myself for acting how I did in front of him.

Was it necessary that I make a fool out of myself? Damn. I was really something.

When I returned back huffing and puffing, the jacket that Aarib had shrugged out of earlier was being put on again, hurriedly. I studied him for a second, then came to a conclusion he was leaving.

"What are you doing?"

He hadn't noticed me arriving before, but now he had my full attention. The fear on his face was evident. I waited for an answer, but got none, and just watched with my mouth parted as he slung his black bag over his shoulder.

"Aarib, stop!" I slid in his way, halting his escape. Who does he even think he is just randomly coming over and then leaving without even saying a word? Is this guy even for real? Sure, he is quite spontaneous and hates me with every fiber of his being, but couldn't he at least have the decency to utter some magical words so I could at least know what the matter is?

"The heck do you want me to say? Get out of my way," he half gritted, half snarled in my face.

I folded my arms. Stared at him defiantly. "Tell me what happened. You just got here!" The moment those words left my mouth I slightly gasped, shocked to the core. Wow. I really, really needed to get a grip of myself and think twice before uttering something because sometimes words seem pretty good in the head, but when said aloud, they could be a total DISASTER.

"I just got here?" His voice turned dangerously low. Not in that sexy kind of low, but the one that sent chills down my spine. The one which showed his anger brimming inside him like a spell. I knew he was about to unleash it on me. Told ya it would be a disaster. "I am not your damn boyfriend! Just—" he raked a hand through his hair, looking above at the heavens and blowing through his mouth. When his eyes met mine again, I could see the calm he tried to compose. "Haya, trust me. Trust me, you don't have to stumble into my life. I am dangerous. Do you hear me?" He bent down a little, leveling our eyes. The intensity made my eyes burn, but I was glad for that anyway. "You are not meant to step in my world. It is scary. I am callous, Haya. You deserve more."

And just like that he left, the scent of him wafting around me the only reminder he was ever here in the first place.