The Chocolate Boy (Book One)

Chapter 21 : Lemon Tart

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Chapter 21 : Lemon Tart

"Arey! Where are you taking me? Tuhina will look for me. You don't know how mad she gets if I don't tell her -"

"Shut up. She knows you're with me."

"She does?"

"Uh huh!"

"You're lying, Divya. I can tell it from your face."

"Hush! You can always call her. You have a phone remember?"

"I knew it," I groaned as I patted the pockets of my pants. "My phone's at home!"

She stopped in front of an apartment and turned to face me with wide eyes. "Are you for real? I mean, who leaves his phone at home?"

"Last time I checked, I'm not dead yet. I don't know how to make clones nor have the money to pay for them and no Time Meddle like Hermione to be present at two places at once. So I guess, I am for real."

She blinked twice and grabbed my hand. "You talk too much when you start once."

Yeah, and you don't appreciate my creative thinking.

Pushing the gates open, she dragged me inside and up the stairs till we stopped at the door of a flat. She had made it a habit of dragging me everywhere.

"Mum!" she shouted. "Mum!" It was followed by a bang on the door and an increasing decibel of her voice. "Mum! Open up!"

I revised in my head how to say and pretend that I didn't know Divya, when her neighbours would assume us to be unruly teenagers.

Finally, there was a click and the door was opened by a lady in her mid-forties. She looked at Divya in a tired way. "Why are you creating such a racquet outside?"

"Because I love you!" She flung herself on the woman and showered kisses all over her face.

Why was I friends with all the hyper people of my class?

Maybe because they made up for my inactivity.

The woman seemed to notice me once Divya had released her. And my friend, who dragged me all the way here, went inside without even sparing a glance back at me!

Look Tuhina, I'm not the only one who forgets everything! Divya managed to forget me.

"Excuse her," Divya's mother said. "Come inside. You're her friend, I suppose?"

"Yes Aunty," I said and removed my shoes before entering the house.

"Take a seat," she patted the sofa in the living room. I liked the interior. Simple, yet attractive. There were photo frames with pictures of Divya and her mother.

"Mum! I'm hungry! I'm hungry!" Divya came out from a room and started jumping. I rolled my eyes at her while she stuck out her tongue back at me in response.

"Divya, come here," her mum called her to the kitchen.

Though they were whispering, I could hear them clearly.

"Who is he?" Aunty demanded.

"Tuhin."

"Who is he to you?"

"Friend."

"Just a friend?"

"What? You want him to be my boyfriend?"

"No, uh.. no. He looked... he looks... never mind."

"He looks quite okay, right? He's hot, Mum, I know!"