I walked down the stairs to the road that lead to the Parking lot. My thoughts were occupied. “Dude(‘Dudette’ always felt like a hiccup), get over him! You’ve an impending situation in hand. You’ve worked your ass off for this! Don’t spoil this over a GUY! Strike that. An incredibly hot and handsome guy! “, I told myself. “Some random stunning guy!”, I told myself again,”who walked up to you to talk”, I added to myself. My brows narrowed,”This was never going to work anyway! Why am I even thinking about him?”, I told my inner goddess who was apparently mad at me for scaring him away. “Scaring him away??…Yeah I guess.”, I sighed and opened my car’s door.
Right when I was about to get in I was pulled back and pinned to my own freaking cold car. My arms were held tight, close to my body,against the car’s window shield. It was hurting and cold. I was scared. It was him. Just as realization struck me, he freed the grip on my arms. “What the hell!”, I snapped at him. “Dont. Walk. Away.”, he said through gritted teeth,pausing after every word. “Don’t. Please.”, he added, his fury not having subsided. His eyes were sharp and his hands left marks on my arms. I could not believe his audacity. Anger bursting through my eyes and I could not speak though I wanted to. I did not know what to say.
I looked around seeking help. He was obviously some maniac or may be a rapist. I fringed at the thought. “God! Why do you always land yourself into such troubles!”, I sighed to myself. I started clearing my throat so that I could yell if he shows any advancement. He stood a feet away from me, watching me as I recollected myself. “PO1! “, I heard a sharp voice from few feet afar. He stepped away. He was walking away. Not even once did he turn back. “Why would you do this?”, I wanted to know. I paused. He turned to me and said, “Its Sam!”. “Okay. Sam?”, I waited. But he just walked away.
“No answers! How convenient! Walk away.That’s the best you know! “, I snarled at him. I was scared though. I wondered where the gumption came from. “How freaking convenient!” , I yelled to myself. I got into my car and drove back home. This has never happened to me. What do you do when something like this happens? “You stay away”, I told myself. I heaved a sigh. “Do I tell my folks about it?”, I wondered. I decided not to worry them. “What’s PO1 anyway? Some kind of a terrorist-code? or a rapist lingo?”, I wondered.
“Freaking attacker!”, I shriveled at the thought. “Sam”. I was calm again.
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