Option B

(Rhea)

He was looking at me with his hawk's eyes for the third time and my heart skipped a beat. What the hell?

Can't a girl eat a chocolate ice cream in peace.

I stood up and strode outside the canteen just to keep my cool. Nathan was melting my ice cream so badly just with his eyes. You know what I mean. Also, without Laila, it's just sucking. She talk all the time and I'll keep listening to her ramblings and everything.

It feels empty and silent, not to mention, I don't have my fucking phone with me now. I am getting anxious when its not around.

My heart cries desperately thinking why is he doing that. The worst part is he didn't try to talk to me, so that means he is not interested in me genuinely, right? Thanks to my intuition that I am not trapped.

I just want to disappear. Or at least concealed with something.

As I was drowning in my sick-full thoughts, I accidentally hit a figure. "Sorry, sister. I didn't mean to." I apologised while my ice cream had died on the floor. I am clumsy.

"It's okay, buddy." Said she.

The sister was my senior, I've seen her couple of times. She was a Muslim and a beautiful girl who hide herself behind a parda. Always. I am sure she was beautiful because her eyes were visible and it takes everyone's breath.

(Parda: The cloth which is worn over their dress to cover the body, usually for religious means, to veil their skin and almost their face too)

My brain crafted a wicked idea. Before she walked past me, "Sis, can you help me?"

"Hm? Sure. What do you want?"

"I was wondering whether you have an extra parda, I actually forgot mine in my home. So... Can you lend me one?"

My lie was like a rocket out of space. It blasted rightly.

"Oh, yeh. I have an extra one. I would give you that for today. It's in my class. Come with me, and get it."

Yes! I got to be the brainiest girl in the planet.

I'll wear the parda for the whole day and juke Nathan and just relax. As we reached the class of the sister, she got in while I froze at the entrance.

"Holy cow!" I slapped my mouth and stick to the near by wall with my back seeing Marcus inside the classroom of the sister.

Wait, were they classmates. Frick!

Thankfully he didn't see me, I guess, as he was busy laughing for his friend's stupidest joke. He looked happy after ruining whatever I had. Idiotic matter of existence.

-^-^-^-

(Marcus)

"Fathima," I called while pulling her hand to my side and she cringed. "Did you bought me what I asked?"

"Leave my hand, jerk!" She pulled away and dug into her bag for something with urgency.

"What's the matter?" I asked. She leaned up to look at me as I was over her desk with my friends.

"A girl in our college asked my parda to spare. I just need to give this." She took a handful of black cloth.

Parda? A girl asked? Usually Muslim girls who veil themselves with that thing will surely deserve to be devoured by the eyes.

Even Fathima looks better without that parda, I once saw her in a party. Why do beautiful girls so likely to hide behind a curtain? I mean, come on, it's no offence showing some of the skin with usual outfit.

(Author: I don't intend to offend any community or religion, just a piece of thought in the story)

"Where's that girl?" I chewed my gum intensely and was curious as I see no sign of anyone out the class.

"She's out there." She added, "Where's she now?"

I chuckled.

While she was gone to the entrance of the classroom, she handed the black thing to a girl. I saw only her shoulder and my brain tricked me to imagine her like a fictional angel. Her hair was bouncy and fierce when she nodded.

I twist my head back and forth to have a look at that girl but Fathima was hindering the sight.

"Oi!" My voice, it flew from the class to her and she gasped. I heard her. Fathima immediately turned to me and mouthed 'what?'

"Call her in, Fae" I told her and sat straight with my feet confidently perching on the seat like it was hammered.

-^-^-^-

(Rhea)

Holy water of Ganges!

He's calling me??

That sister sighed and looked at me, "Marcus will mess with you. Don't mind him, huh?"

She pats my back and moves out the place like I am about to sing in a stage. Can anyone explain the fuck going on?

With no delay, I put the parda hastily and set it all over my body. So that he can't see me. I just don't want to talk to him. Give me a break to breath!

"Oi! You girl. Come inside." I saw him pointing his index finger at me. I took a deep breath that the oxygen is full inside my lung, brain and all over my bones. I need to relax.

Keeping my eyes away from him, I walked towards the anomaly of human. He was sitting over the front desk and his thighs were apart like he own the class.

Already he was a tall tower and now, it's no exception. I just leaned up an extra five inch to match his dark blue eyes. He was gorgeous, damn!

He wore a black jacket as usual, just like his demeaner and a rolled sleeve of his made my breath fast up. He looked so intently like he would grab me by my neck and drink me like his coffee.

I shook my head internally to shove the thought. Unholy thought.

"Nice parda, you have." He deeply says while tugging the cloth over my face. I flinched as I thought he was about to take it from my face. No, he didn't.

I hardly smiled, "Thanks." I turned to leave immediately. He was smiling at me, which was super weird. It was strange when he behaves like a normal person.

"Oi, babe. We aren't done." He smirks and I quickly look at him.

"How dare you call me babe?"

"Huh? Did I say babe?" He acted like he used to do, "Did I say that, guys? Did I?" He looks at his friends and they all deny that!

"I didn't say babe, babe!" He spat it.

"You just did!" I stomp my feet.

"Did what?"

"YOU SAID BABE FOR TWO TIMES!"

"I said what?"

"BABE!" I yelled.

"Huh?"

"BABE!"

"You did too. Stop counting, now." He talked like a doctor. Oh! This man!

I gritted my teeth at his arrogant hot face but my hijab was hiding it for god's sake. I turned to leave but he grabbed my wrist and yanked me.

I winced but he didn't mind it.

"Told you, we're not done yet."

"What do you want?"

"What's your name?"

"Why do you think I would tell that?"

"I just want to confirm that you are not the girl with whom I slept yesterday. You sound more like her." He winked at me.

My stomach did a back flip and I think I would faint. Okay, calm down. I should not react to get caught.

"Ahem. I... My name is..."

"Tell me." He folded his arms and keenly watched me from where he is. An eagle trying to pry through my clothes.

"I am R-Raisa. Yeh, it's Raisa." I sounded confident.

"A Muslim name indeed." He sounded disappointed. Suddenly he added, "Remove the veil, I want to see your face."

"Shit! No! We, girls, should not reveal our faces to any guy, especially the one who wears leather jacket. It's the rules and I won't disobey them. I can't take it off, sorry."

He suddenly cracked like I said a joke.

"You... You would abide the rules of your religion?"

"What's funny in that, moron?"

"I was just wondering how come such an obedient girl who relies on the rules of her religion would wear the Parda upside down?"

Wasted!

I groaned explicitly. I think in a hurry I wore it upside-down.

"Did you think I haven't seen your name in your ID card?" He was embarrassing me so badly. His other friends were laughing like minions.

I shut my eyes in reflex, holding my deceived ID card. My cheeks turned crimson in shame.

"Junior!" He calls me and my blood shivers.

I looked at him, his face shining bright in victory of seeing my inconvenient face.

"Take off your veil." He ordered. "Now."

"No, I won't" I found my voice back. His face turned demonic, "What did you say?"

"செவிட்டு நாயே!" ("Deaf bitch!") I whispered annoyingly in Tamil to make him not relatable.

"Darling, எனக்கு தமிழ் தெரியும் டி!" ("Darling, I know Tamil!") His voice creeped my soul out. This is not good.

"Huh?" I closed my mouth which said bitch with my hands.

"என்ன டி? என்ன பாத்தா நாய் மாறி இருக்கா?" ("What? Do I look like a bitch, huh?")

"அப்படி இல்ல சார். ஆமாம், உங்களுக்கு தமிழ் எப்படி தெரியும்?" ("Not so, sir. By the way, how come you know Tamil?"

"When junior knows it..." He bends down to my face and opens the veil. "Why do you think a senior not know that, Rhea?"

He said my name.

"I just thought..."

"Shh..." He placed a finger over my mouth. 'You're talking too much. I don't like that. Let's do one thing. Bear a punishment and I'll let you go."

What?

"No way!" I slap his hand away.

"That's not how you do it." He grabs my jaw and press it hard.

"Argh, leave me!"

"Do what I say."

"Fine, let me go."

He leaves his grip and my lower mouth aches. Probably he broke my mandible.

"Good girl."

I stared at him with loathe. Son of bun!

"What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing much, darling. Get me a cigarette from the canteen, real quick."

Is he insane? Is he drunk?

"What? Do our canteen sell fricking cigarettes?"

"Get me a cigarette from the canteen. NOW."

"Alright. Give me the money."

He chuckles for that. "I need to pay for your punishment? How stupid!"

"போய் தொலையிறேன்!" ("I'm going away!") Said I stormed off and entered the canteen.

"Give me a cigarette, sir." I felt so humiliated to ask such thing. The keeper's face changed like a disco light. "Excuse me? What are you talking? We don't sell drugs inside the campus. How dare you ask such thing?"

Huh? Not that I see it coming.

All the way to the classroom of Marcus, I walked. Up and down the stairs.

"They say that they don't sell drugs, you moron. What kind of sick joke is this?"

"Will you take off the Parda for a while. I hate not seeing your face."

I took of the cover and look at him. Thank god, the keeper didn't see my face.

"So, you didn't get me a cigarette, did you?" He got down the desk and walked around me in circles.

"No."

"Did you say my name?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Drugs inside the campus is only accessed by me, dumb head." He taps my back of the head.

He can't be less serious?

"Now go tell my name and buy what I've asked."

"Not in a million years."

"What do you mean?" He halts behind me.

"I mean, I can't embarrass myself again by asking him a cigarette. If you want, you go yourself."

"So, you're pushing me to let you know that you can switch to option B, alright."

I twirl around and looked at him, "Option B?"

"Yes, dear. You either do option A or go with B."

"What's the option B?"

"Five sit ups while I count. That's it."

That's silly.

"What if I say, I want option C?"

"Then give me a blow job." He grins and his friends just can't stop laughing.

Gross!!

"Next option?"

"Option D is all of the above." He pokes his tongue over his inner cheek and I felt a surge to slap him.

He's not gonna let me without making me doing any of that.

"Option B locked, senior."

He smiled at me. "Great!"

I held my ears between my fingers and began the sit-ups. Suddenly he told to stop.

"You don't want me to do the punishment?" I ask him.

"Darling, I didn't say you're going to do the punishment here, did I?"

Now what is the new face of his about?

"Come with me." He dragged me with him. "Hey!" I screamed by the tight grip he had in my arm.

"Do it here." He pushed me in the air and I stood after a jerk.

My mouth dropped open as I realised where I am. "Outside the men's washroom? I would never ever do this!"

He stepped a little closer and shiver ran through my spine. "You locked option B, darling."

"Yes, I did, but I better do option A." I mustn't have acted lazy.

"I said do it." He coldly ordered.

"Fucker!"

"Finally, you got it. Now sit for one." He began counting, "One..."

I scowled at him for five seconds before, sitting once and getting up.

I half-sit again but he spoke. "Did I said Two?"

"I am doing it right." I rolled my eyes.

"Match my count, girl. That's how you do it." He poked his finger up and down like I am his bitch.

Inwardly I cursed him with all the swear words.

"One..."

*sitting* *standing*

"Two..."

*sitting*

Silence. He didn't spoke.

"Tell the number three, idiot!"

"That's my wish. Stop yapping"

My thighs vibrate and aches.

"Three..."

*stands and sits again*

*Fo-"

*stands*

"I haven't finished. Sit!"

*sitting*

Shutting my eyes and praying all the gods not to get caught in any boy's sight. My dignity will be nowhere.

"Four..."

*stands and sit*

A guy gets out of the washroom for damn's sake and saw me. He shuts his mouth and giggle behind it. Argh! My poor life. I wince pathetically.

"Six..."

I got up quickly to finish the dare.

"That's not five, honey!" He talks like a dick he used to be.

"Enough is enough, Marcus. I swear to god, that I punch you right now." I hit his chest in agony.

"You aren't done with what you're signed up for." He wasn't budging for my hits.

"I don't care anymore." Yelling my lungs out, I strode away but he yanked my hand.

In not time, he pulled me with him into the men's restroom and caged my petite figure between his arms and a wall. 

My heart skipped a beat and my breath ran in patterns...

Next chapter will be soon I guess. And it will change the course. Thank you for reading, lovelies!