15 Playboy

Diana stared at the car ahead of her with a scared look on her face. Then she turned her head to Livia.

She saw her friend's mouth open and was as close as to touch the ground.

She closed her eyes and reopened them since at the first place she couldn't believe her own eyes.

"I'm doomed. She won't let me off." Diana wanted to hit her forehead harshly on the steering wheel. As if she got electrified, she stopped her crazy brain before it gave her more bizarre ideas.

Livia walked over to her damaged car and caressed the crashed part of its bonnet.

She murmured, "My baby… You are hurt…"

Rather than calling her car a 'car', she preferred to address them as her babies. It wasn't namesake only, she cared and looked after them in the same way a mother did to her new born baby.

In the beginning, her friends thought that Livia had been diagnosed with a mental disease or her brain died. Later they found out it wasn't anything like that. It was her fetish over cars.

Livia, even as a kid, had more interest in cars.

That the bed she used to sleep, was designed as a racing car. Although no one in their groups was normal yet she was the one who had a weird love for cars.

Now when one of her babies had been injured. She didn't know how and what to feel. She did feel upset and sad. She wanted to shout, yell at Diana. However words couldn't come out of her mouth. She felt a loss of words. She saw the guilt in Diana's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Livia. I never imagined myself to be such a clumsy girl and do something like this. I'll buy another car for you as compensation." Diana's words showed the sincerity in them.

Livia mildly smiled at her, "Dia, I know. Nothing of it was intentional. No need to buy anything. I'll keep this chance to be used later in future."

Diana tightly hugged Livia. While others became the sidelines, feeling outcast they joined them in a group hug.

"Ow… stop crushing me and Dia." Livia muttered. Yet her words couldn't reach others since someone's shouting interrupted their moment.

They separated themselves from the hug and watched 5 guys marching towards.

One had an angry look on his face, smoke could be seen coming out of his ears. It felt as if he was spitting fire.

When the 5 guys reached them, one got closer to the destroyed car and investigated it.

Then he went back and whispered something in the guy's ears, who even had specs.

Xavier numbingly went near to his car. Like Livia, he too had a fetish for cars and calling them as a family member.

Livia blankly looked at the guy whose eyes had turned into a bloody red colour. They could see veins popping at his forehead.

"Xavier, don't overthink. It must have been a mistake." Bryan scolded his friend. They knew that once Xavier's anger took control over his body, it only ended into chaos.

Xavier's eye pupils had gotten immensely large. They looked fiery red. His breathing was heavy.

Xavier turned his back and chanted something. It helped him to calm down though his eyes still had a spine chilling gaze. His gaze could have scared the shit out of the girls yet the girls didn't flinch. They remained in the same position.

Zeki shrieked, "WT*!" Just like that he cursed when his eyes landed on the severely damaged trunk of their car.

It was so loud that people around them had stopped their work and gave them suspicious gazes.

"Can't you be a little less louder, Zeki?" Caleb spoke in a light tone but his voice displayed the irritation and embarrassment that he had to go through all because of Zeki's shouting and yelling.

Zeki had successfully stolen the limelight from the poor car. Now every 9 pairs of eyes looked at him with annoyance.

"I'm sorry…." Zeki heaved out.

Serene couldn't bother to hear his apology or endure them. Neither her friends appreciated it.

Serene came forward, "Is it your car?" The question was directed at Zeki since his reaction was more exaggerated and Xavier had been calmed down before they could see his fury.

Zeki, like a lost child, looked here and there to confirm if the girl was really asking him or not.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Why are you looking around?" Serene spouted out.

She had an exasperated expression plastered over her beautiful face. She had furrowed eyebrows as she continued to observe Zeki's weird actions.

Zeki confirmed that Serene was talking to him. He said, "Hey beauty."

Serene raised her eyes at his blatant attempt to change the topic.

"No need for any formality. Just tell me, was it your car?" She didn't sway away from the main topic.

"Ahh.. How could I ignore a beauty like you? It would be a heinous crime."

'Why isn't she melting like the other girls? Whenever I talk to them or even fake compliments, all would either faint or become stupefied.' He questioned himself.

'Maybe she might be into girls. Yes, it is the most perfect reasoning here otherwise who could ever give me a cold shoulder.'

Serene sighed and flicked her fingers in front of Zeki, who got occupied by his own thoughts upto the point that he began to daydream.

"Mr. Playboy or whatever your name is, listen to me carefully. We don't have the whole day to waste here with you. Therefore it would be very 'kind' and 'generous' of you, if you give us the answers to the questions I had asked you earlier."

Her flick and voice together made Zeki come back into reality.

"And more importantly, NO EXTRA WORD OTHER THAN WHAT IS NEEDED TO ANSWER." Serene prioritised her condition.

Zeki gulped down the sticky saliva that his salivary glands secreted. He didn't know but he felt very conscious of her words which seemed more to be a warning to him.