HOSTAGES

CHAPTER 1 :- NOAH

It was raining pretty heavily. I was waiting for a cab in front of the supermarket. "We are finding your ride." I stared at my phone waiting for someone to accept my request. I was biting back my frustration when the app reassured me it was, "finding my ride," the way it had been for the past half an hour. I knew that I wouldn't get a cab today because it was a weekend. I turned around and looked into the supermarket. I see that the cashier is staring at me continuously and giving me a devilish look because I have been standing here for the past 45 minutes. I had no option but to call my friends. I pulled up the contact in my phone, said a silent prayer, and pressed the call button.

One ring... Two rings... Three.
"Come on, pick up the phone," I said biting my nails. But no one picked up my phone as they all were busy in licking other's ass. I was swearing at them standing in the corner. I looked around and there was no one in the alley. I was scared as hell. My legs were shaking continuously. If I just stand here and don't move then the cashier would kill me. I don't have an umbrella with me and if I don't reach home within the time limits, My Mom will kill me. I had no option but to run and get drenched. I removed my backpack and kept it on the top of my head. "Shit," I said in a low voice. How am I supposed to run 7 kilometers from here?

"Come on, Noah. You can do it," I closed my eyes and took a long deep breath. I started running. My shoes were filled with water. I don't know why people like rain so much. I just hate it. I have never been in such a situation before in my life. Why does it have to rain today? I was crying, I was smiling. I don't know what the hell I was doing. Suddenly someone grabbed my hand and pulled me towards them. We practically hugged each other. I grabbed his shirt tightly closing my eyes. I wanted to cry out loudly. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him.

"Noah, are you okay?" he asked wiping off my tears. It was Nick-- Nickolas, my classmate. He is my crush. No, I wouldn't say it's a crush but he is my first love. I have never seen such a kind-hearted person like him. He is wearing a navy blue t-shirt with black pants tucked into shin-high black boots. He calls my name again and again. I am staring at his handsome face. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was holding an umbrella. His hair was wet and water was falling from his hair. He inches forward and I am almost scared to breathe. His fingers skim the small of my back for a slow moment and I have to bite my lip to stifle the intensity.

"Noah," he calls again. This time I look into his eyes and try to answer him.
"Ye... Yeah," I said with a trembling voice. I was nervous around him. I never spoke to him once. I didn't dare to speak to him. He is the most popular guy at our university. We are in the same department, The Department of Medical Sciences. He is best at everything whether it is in studies, sports, or activities. All the girls of our department would die to be with him but he rejected most of the girls. I was scared to confess my feelings to him. I was scared of rejection. Sometimes I had the most beautiful eye contact with him. We used to stare at each other in between classes and he used to smile looking at me.

Because my love for him was higher than words, I decided to fall silent.

"Are you okay?" he asked tucking my hair behind the ear. My whole body was numb when he touched me. I started having butterflies in my stomach.

"Yeah, I am okay," I said smiling.

"Can I drop you? Are you going to the party?" he came close to me and whispered in my ear. I could feel his broad chest touching mine. I clenched both fists and started rubbing my thumb against my index finger. My head dipped again into his chest. I didn't want him to go anywhere. I want him to touch me. I have always wanted it and today there is a very little distance between us.

"Uhm... No, I am not going to the party." I cleared my throat and looked at him. His nose touched mine and we both were looking at each other. My heart was racing very fast. I wanted to kiss him. I was biting my lips. I need to control these thoughts. I started moving backward. I took 4 steps away from him and he grabbed my hand and pulled me again.