Because Being Together Is Enough~2

Anna's POV
I was even more pissed off after detention. True, Miss Potter gave the worst, rather more than worse detentions. How can she even expect me to remember all those creepy formulae in one day? Of course she didn't, that's why she gave me this punishment.

What is the purpose of detentions then, idiot?

My phone started vibrating in my pocket and I saw it was my mom. I had forgotton to tell her about the detention. That got me into problem.

"Where the hell are you, Anna Jean Jones?" yelled my mom, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"Mom, I ended up- I mean I was in detention."

If I used ended up, I would probably be grounded for a week.

"And may I ask for what?"

"I beat Jane."

"Beat in what?"

Shit. She got the wrong idea. I should've phrased the sentence carefully.

After my silence, mom understood.

"Let me deal with you when you get home."

With this she kept her phone.

I guess today was not my day...

I pedalled my bicycle as fast as possible. I didn't want to give my mom any excuse to ground me. Boy, I was so afraid of being grounded. Why is that? It is because once I am grounded I will have to help my mom in every house work. I am not an obedient kid, you know.

When I reached home, I faced my very angry mom. She's really not cool and you would not want to talk to her once she's furious. After explaining to her why I beat Jane, her expression softened a little and she gave me an ice-pack to put on the back of my head where a bruise was already forming. I was happy I hit that bitch.

Did I tell you my mom was a doctor? Well, there are many pros and cons of having a mom who's a doctor. You have to deal with tasteless what she calls healthy food but the good thing, I don't need to go to the hospital whenever I am ill. I don't mind going to the hospital anyways.

I wanted to go to the park today. Though, I didn't believe in sports or exercise, I had a feeling that my mood will be better if I go to the park. I took my school backpack with me as I had decided not to piss Miss Potter more in the detention or she'll... I don't want to think about that.

I walked to the park and on my way when I was busy looking at my old iphone, I bumped into the most popular jerk of the school- Nathaniel Grey. He was gorgeous and I couldn't deny it. Any girl could've been flattered if she even crossed his way but I wasn't any girl. I was Anna. I backed away and rose my chin to maintain my dignity.

"You know, you should look where you're going." he stated arrogantly.

His blonde-brownish hair were messy in a sexy way. And I couldn't help myself looking at his muscles. I could even make out his defined body as he wore a tight black t-shirt and a dark-blue jeans. I looked up at him and his hazel eyes met my grey ones. I looked away, embarassed.

"Could you please stop eye-raping me?"

I don't know why but I blushed furiously.

"I wasn't..." I trailed off. I unconsciously checked him out.

What a shame, Anna.

My conscience can't stop blaming me, can it?

"I know I am absolutely gorgeous," he said arrogantly.

I rolled my eyes. How arrogant he was. I was starting to feel a bit self-conscious. How did I look? As if Nathan cared. Huh. I looked the other way trying to ignore him when I saw a bunch of girls coming towards us. In a few seconds, they all had made a circle around Nathan and were giggling and trying to impress the player and jerk of the school. Of course, he was so hot for them.
Keyword: For them.

I sat on a bench under the tree. It was 5 in the evening. I opened the zipper of my backpack when I realised I had something missing. And that something was... my diary. My diary contained every personal bit of me. But where was it? I looked here and there. How foolish I was. I had even written my name and address on it. I hoped badly that my diary hadn't got into the hands of a wrong person and by wrong person I meant the one who is in our school. He/she will know all my fucking secrets.

I stood up, my hands all sweaty. My secrets, my dignity...

Wait a sec! My brain had started connecting the dots. I never took out my diary at school but... My gaze landed on the red-haired folk I met today. I stared at him. He had a red...He had my diary in his hands. He looked up and stared back. I turned away my gaze, embarassed. The next thing I saw, he was now approaching me.

Breathe Anna, breathe.

I mentally chanted again and again. He was coming closer and closer. I couldn't stop checking out his outfit. He wore a navy blue t-shirt and dark jeans. He looked extremely...hot. I felt that I would die of heart attack if he took more time in approching me.

Then I remembered something.

My diary.

What if he had read that? That secret which even my best friends didn't know...

His tall frame was finally hovering over me.

"Hey!" he greeted me.

"H-hey!" I stuttered as I rose up from the bench.

What a perfect time to stutter.

"I believe this belongs to you," he said handing over my diary.

I guess I was in an awkward situation. Why? Well, for some reason I was keeping my eyes glued to the grass. But, to take my diary I had to look up at that handsome face...

My hands went all sweaty when I looked at him. I took the diary with sweaty and trembling hands. What impression I must be leaving?

You are not good at such things, Anna.

Yeah, but why here? Can't there be exceptions?

I was so stupid to mentally argue with myself when such a gorgeous boy was standing in front of me.

Thank him, you stupid.

What if he read my diary?

That was your mistake.

What?

I assume I am against myself.

"Um...Thanks." I pretended to smile but at the back of my mind, I really wanted to know if he had read my diary or not. I am stupid, right? But, that's me. I wasn't careful and now I am worried if someone read it. I should've been careful about such a precious thing.

An uncomfortable silence surrounded us. There was no way I was going to speak a word. I am hopeless.

"Uh.." Mike sounded nervous but I bet he's not more than me.

"You write good stories." he complimented.

So he read my diary. I blushed. The thought of him complimenting me was...unbelievable.

He's not complimenting you idiot.

"Atleast he liked my story," I argued back.

He liked your story, not you.

Oh! Shut up, Anna. Look at him.

"Uh...you read it all?" I blurted out.

I am such an idiot. Instead of thanking him, I just asked him a stupid question.

I guess I saw him turning a tinge of scarlett now. I supressed a giggle.

He looked down and replied, "Yeah! I kind of read it...all."

It was now my turn to be red as a tomato.

"Oh!" That was all I could say.

To say I was embarassed was an understatement. This was getting really very awkward.

"I'm Mike by the way," he said offering me his hand for a hand-shake.

I was caught off guard at his sudden introduction. I already knew his name! But, I decided I won't let him know that. He would think I was being a stalker.

"Anna." I replied and shook his hand.

I don't know why but I felt electric jolts going through me at his touch. I quickly withdrew my hand and rubbed them on my jeans. I must have looked very-very stupid but hey, I was nervous. Very nervous. Did he notice? As if I cared.

But, I cared.

"I was really impressed by your writing which made me curious to read more of it. I am sorry if you...you know-" he trailed off.

I knew what he meant. He was being sorry that he read my personal diary. In other cases, I would've just been too angry with the guy but it was different with him. It was my fault after all. I was careless enough...

"Hey, don't...don't feel sorry, really," I said.

His face brightened up.

"Really? It's so nice Anna, it's great!"

The moment he said my name I could feel goosebumps on my arms and neck. Why did he have such an affect on me. Was this... No, no Anna, it's too early.

Stupid teenage mind...

"Sit down then," Mike sat on the bench and gestured me to sit beside him.

He gestured me to sit beside him.

My stomach did a back-flip. My heart hammered against my small rib-cage. It was a good thing that my heart was only the size of a fist otherwise it would have caused a serious rib injury.

I sat down hesitantly. I was suddenly very much interested in looking at the grass. Don't get me wrong, I was not used to deal with boys like him. Like him, I meant sexy boys like him. I just dealt with my cute best friend Adrian. That was all. I don't mean Adrian is not sexy but it's just that maybe I have never seen him in that way.

"You should really think about getting your stories published," I sighed.

"I don't think they are that good." I gave an emphasis on 'that'.

He gave out a low chuckle.

"I can see potential," he said intelligently.

"Can I ask you one thing?" I asked him.

I don't know from where I got the guts.

"Hmm?"

"Are you a student?"

"No."

I admit I felt disappointed.

"Okay then, I bet your job is related to writing."

"Well, that's right. I am a hopeless writer," he sighed.

I was confused. Why did he add 'hopeless'. If he was a writer, he needed to have a passion about it.

"You didn't want to be...-" I trailed off, knowing he could understand my question.

"No, it's not like that." he answered abruptly.

"Uh...Okay," I guess I asked him something personal. But I couldn't see what was personal in that.

"How's your knee?" Mike asked me.

I knew he wanted to change the topic and I respected his will. I knew he was uncomfortable.

"It's all right," I answered honestly.

We chatted for sometime about random things. He had recommended me to write more and it was bugging me. I didn't have a passion for writing. I just wrote down my feelings. I told him that and he got more confident about me being an excellent writer.

"That's all you need to be a writer!" he exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes.

I was grateful that he didn't talk about the personal things I had written in my diary. I had started feeling more and more comfortable around him. I don't know how time flew away. We chatted for a whole one hour and I guess that was it.

"It was nice talking to you," I said to him.

He just smiled. It was kind of a sad smile but I assume I was thinking too much about him. I felt bad going away from him. I liked talking to him. I had never felt so comfortable around a boy except Adrian of course.

After Mike was gone, I looked at my backpack and remembered I had not learnt my Physics formulae. Oh no!

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A/N: Uh oh! Looks like Anna's in trouble.

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