Strings Attached

~Chapter 6~

I know he's right. And I also know that I'm throwing myself in too deep. But, on the other hand, I've got no choice. I've already asked that girl out. If I don't take her, she might just tell the whole school what a great miser I am. Like those Americans say: I ain't a miser. I'll sail it through. And for the record, Daniyal Hasan never backs down!

"Ok, I'll do it." "Good. Prepare something good. There'll be a huge crowd gathered."

As it turned out, I had way more than five glasses, and I ended up taking Lisa home. It's a good thing dad's out with the b*tch these days. Perfect time for making 'RR' jealous. The rest of the time is totally jumbled up in my mind though. I have no memory of what took place, and I'm very happy about it. I don't want to waste my storage space with crappy memories. But, that doesn't explain why I'm knocked out.

Wait! Am I even alive right now or is this my ghost thinking things? No. I can't die like this! I have a mission to accomplish!! I try to pry my eyes open, only to find that I'm in my own room, and in my own bed. And then, I proceed to touch my gorgeous face to verify if it's there or not. No, it's clearly there, thank goodness. I'm not dead. I'm very much tangible. That means I'm in the real world... still.

Like a flash, fragmented memories of the last few hours become visual to me. I remember bringing a girl with me. Though I can't recall what she looked like, now. But, I do remember her face was unusually ugly up close. I can't seem to understand how Richard even dared to date her. Hey, I just called the bloke with his actual name! Being in a drunken state can do things to you. Like calling your arch nemesis with his civil name.

Anyway, I switch on my phone to check the time. Gosh! It's 4 in the morning! And when I roam my hand over the bed sheet, I'm surprised and alarmed to find that the girl isn't beside me. Where did she go? I'm just working out the puzzle in my mind when, suddenly, I hear a noise from the adjacent room. It seems like somebody is going through my stuff.

And in a split second, I'm out of the bed and running like Bolt to see what's going on. Whoever the hell went there is up for a grueling time for the rest of their lives!! That's my room and my stuff, and I never let anyone touch it, ever. Everyone is prohibited from going in there. I have memories there that I wanna keep pure, unlike me.

When I witness the scene first hand, my anger boils up and escalates to heights I never knew it could. For Lisa f**king Anderson is pinching up things she finds valuable, and stuffing them in an overflowing bag. The CHEAT! She picks up a photograph of mom, looks at it and is about to keep it in her bag, when I barge in like thunder, not able to take it anymore.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, you thief??!!" I bark at her. And due to this sudden intrusion, she jumps up in shock, dropping the bag in her panicked state. Frantically, I run to pick up the picture, and I'm relieved to find it intact. I swear I would've murdered her if it'd got so much as a scratch over it.

I grab her arm with my free hand, as she tries to inch her way out when she finds that I'm distracted. I put the picture away in a secure place, facing the wall, ready to deal with her.

"What's the hurry, love? We're not through yet. Besides, it's quite late in the night and you're not appropriately dressed," I tell her, roving my eyes over her well-toned legs. "Now, would you care to explain this cheap behavior, or should I announce it to the whole school tomorrow. Newsflash: Lisa Anderson caught robbing up the Hasan Mansion." I emphasize my point with making a virtual TV screen from my hands.

The wh*re's eyes widen in fear. The girl's actually got wrinkles on her face! I wonder how old she is. "No, no, please Dan. Don't do that. Please don't tell anyone. I'll... I'll keep everything back at its rightful place, I promise," she pleads to me with her hands folded together. "And tidy up the whole room," I command her in a clipped tone. "Yes, I will. But please don't tell anyone about this." "Only if you promise not to do it again." "I promise I won't do it again."

"Well, then, what are you waiting for? Hurry up."

------AUTHOR'S NOTE------

Such is life for our hero, dearies :( You got to know more about him. I'll be putting more snippets of his life in his POVs from now on. I know you guys are anxious for them to meet, and it'll happen in the next chappie In Shaa Allaah! Just hang in there ;)

I'm not well since the last two-three days. Please pray for me guys. Also, my PC is out of order since two months ago. And I've written this whole thing on my sister's laptop whose display has gone completely berserk. I'm presently writing this in a very bright blue, or better yet, cyan background. And it's seriously killing my eyes!!

Anyway, all the plights aside... please do tell me what you thought of the chapter. Anything I need to change or show something extra. Ugh my back's hurting now. I better go or my sis will shout at me. Allaah Hafiz, bye n tc.

Cheers,

~Amenah.