The Chocolate Boy (Book One)

Chapter 8: MI: Mission Impression - The Hangouts: Part 1

The doorbell rang sharp at 11 on Saturday morning. Well, that was also the time that I decided to come out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.

Yep, I really don't see the use of carrying all my clothes in the bathroom when I can work just fine with a freaking towel and my boxers.

But on times like this, I wish I had my clothes.

Ishan was in a trance, gawking at me. The straight-out-of-bathroom-wrapped-in-a-towel me. Oh, and he himself was in a t-shirt and three-quarters.

"Stop that."

"What?"

"Stop eye raping me."

"Oh right, yeah," he came back to reality. "I'll just wait in the living room." A blush crept up on his cheeks. With that cute, shy, boyish expression, he turned to leave.

No I shouldn't be feeling like that.

"But you actually look sexy," he added with a wink and hurried away before I could come up with a witty comeback.

Crap.

Did I just make a gay boy find me attractive?

I pulled on a light blue t-shirt and denims, combed my hair, turned the room upside down for my phone, found it at last in one of my Stats books, grabbed my wallet for which I turned the room downside up yet again and then went to the living room.

"-and he had a crush on that boy!"

My sister, Ma and Ishan - the trio were having a good laugh over some silly thing I had done when I was 6.

"Tuhina!"

"There he is!" Ishan looked at me and winked again. I ignored him.

"I was a small kid then, please!" I tried to reason with them.

"Hahaha..Do I look like I care for that info when there's such a great chance to pull your leg?"

Ishan laughed while he stood up.

"We're leaving, Aunty. It was nice to meet you. Bye Tuhina. Come on," he gestured at me.

My eyes widened in surprise as I spotted a bicycle parked at the door of our house. Ishan walked towards it with a pair of keys in his hand.

"I'm not going to ride behind you on that thing."

"Then you take us to my house."

"You know I can't. I don't know your address."

"Then you have to put up with me."

"I could have taken a bus or auto there."

"It's not that far."

"Then at least tell me the address, I can walk down there."

"It's not that near either. The distance is just perrrrfect for my cycle."

I huffed a sigh. "The carrier seat hurts my back."

"Stop whining! Let's just get going."

"Whatever," I said as I swung my right leg on the carrier seat.

"I knew you would fall for me," he smirked and winked.

What the heck was that for?

"Are you trying to flirt with me? If you are, then just know that there's no chance. I'm as straight as a pole."

He pedalled while yelling over his shoulder, "Don't worry. I was just practising."

I could almost see him smirking although I was sitting behind him. It's been two months since I'd got to know him, yet it felt as if I'd known him forever.