Hey Everyone!

This chapter is going to be slightly different, because....
It has Calen's pov!

Calen's POV

Perv.

That was the only word kept streaming in my head.
The way she rolled her big doe eyes at me, with lots of secret, devilry and mischief buried in it.
Her plumped pink lips had made a soft pout and God! The way her shir..my shirt clinged to her body and rose up high on her thighs, inviting my eyes to look at them.
God!
How could I be so mad and so awestruck at the same time?
Perv!
How dare she call me that?
Who the fuck does she thinks she is?
Does she bloody even know me or my lil sister has filled up her mind too with her one sided story?
I even offered her my coffee!
My coffee bro!
Rationed it to half! Just because I could sit with her atleast once, normally, and get to know her.
Why the fuck would you want to know her Calen?
Man-up please.
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I ran downstairs after getting ready for college in my soft blue t-shirt and same rugged blue jeans.
I had my Versace brown bag and car keys in my hand, and hell, I would have hated that place, if it weren't for football.
The quarter finals are just around the corner and I gotta gear up my team.
That bastard of a Tim can shit all he wants, I am gonna make sure he doesn't get the trophy like all those last 3 years.
I was just about to step out of the house, when I heard a soft, raspy voice, making the hair on the nape of my neck rose to attention.
Fuck. I hate it.
"Calen" She said, and that's the first time she had rolled out my name out of her suckable tongue.
Ofcourse I stopped. My whole fucking body stopped.
Damn man!
"Hmm?" that's all I could manage without giving anything away.
She came at an arm's distance to me, dressed in a yellow sundress with long tied strings wrapped around as a holder?
Are those strings supposed to hold up that entire dress?
I was just pondering about the greatest discovery of men - the clothes, when I heard her ask me a question.
"Can I get lift?"
Can she get what?
"Rel's gone, our car is at Liam's and I just have to attend my class?"
What the?
She shitting me right?
Not more than an hour ago she called me a perv and now she is asking that perv for lift?
If she hadn't been a girl, it was gonna be brutal!
"I have things to do on my way" I spoke with controlled voice
I didn't want to be rude.
Why? She called you perv, remember?
But I looked at her pretty face, with flushed cheeks and pink tinted lips, my eyes rose up to her eyes, that literally looked hurt because of rejection.
I am sure, just by the look of it, she never gets rejected.
Who would even want to reject her?
The reason I hate her so much is.. she thinks she can get anyone.
Really?
How do you know that?
I just know.
"Please man!" her sharp voice brought me back to her, where she still was begging me to take her college.
"God!" I rolled my eyes and walked out of the house, but not before witnessing her eyes lightning up with a sense of win.
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"I must say you have a taste"
She jumped on her side in the passenger's seat of my Range Rover, looking all excited and jumpy.
I didn't reply. Why should I?
But ofcourse that didn't stop her from babbling. "Hey, I need your advice" she said once we were on the way. "Can you please suggest me what college club should I join? Rel is pretty clear, but this is all so new to me, I am so confused and today is the last day to give names!"
"How the fuck would I know what to choose? Choose what you love."
"The way you love football" She said and I just had to look at her eyes.
God, she has the most beautiful shade of brown eyes.
"Are you really not gonna help me?"
Her consistent babbling and tireless questioning, quite weirdly, made me smile.
It could be nothing to do with her babbling or questions or might have something to do with the way her voice vibrates with excitement everytime she speaks.
Is she always this cheery?
"Take a fashion club or something, if you are into it?"
"Wait, what! We have a fashion club?"
"Duh? Where do you think guys go to chill?"
"Eew. Perv!" her nose wrinkled a bit, but she laughed in the next second.
A guy could only tolerate so much...
The college was hardly a kilometer away by then, and ofcourse, like a bastard I was, I had to stop the car.
The car stopped abruptly and thankfully she had her seat belt on, otherwise..
Well, whatever!
"What the fuck?" She breathed once she was thrown back to her seat.
"You can walk to college now"
I didn't look at her, I couldn't, because I knew if I did, I would just have to take her to college.
I was furious mad, and she certainly lacks some basic etiquettes.
"You are kidding right?"
Without looking anyway, but straight I unlocked the car from my side, just to clear the air.
She had to get out!
She remained seated for some good 10 seconds, but thankfully, after she got the entire picture, she grabbed her bag, stepped out and ofcourse, slammed the car's door on my face.
Bitch.
I zoomed out without giving a second glance, or maybe I took a small glance through the rearview mirror?
Her posture got smaller with the distance and my heart, quite conflictingly started to expand.
My inner bastard though, managed to shut that beating heart.
She deserved that.

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WOAH!
She deserved that!
Do you guys think so too?
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