𝔽𝕀𝕃𝕆𝔽𝕆𝔹𝕀𝕊𝕂

𝔹𝕪 𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗?

Two hours passed in a flash with me and Danish talking, laughing, making fun of each other and sharing some things about ourselves but nothing personal. 

Zinnia and Lily were bombarding my phone with calls and texts to which I switched off my phone. I knew they were going to be mad at me for turning a deaf ear to their calls and also for making them wait. Other than that, I really enjoyed the time spent with Danish. It was worth bunking classes and getting scolded by my professor afterwards.

As we entered our college on Danish's bike, the bell rang indicating it was time to go home. But as I had to return the helmet to that anonymous owner, we rode to where the motorcycles were parked. 

As I got down from his bike, I noticed Clay was wandering around, searching for something. Clay's eyes met mine and flashed me a smile. But soon, I found his face confounded as he saw the helmet on my head. He walked towards me, pointing his finger above my head.

"Is this yours?" he asked, still looking at the white and red helmet I was wearing. 

I slowly shook my head and took the helmet off. Danish was sitting on his bike, staring at me and Clay.

"Where did you get this from?" Clay asked.

"We had to go somewhere urgently," I lied. "He had only one helmet so I took this from that bike's handle," I said, pointing towards the bike which was parked next to Danish's. 
S

eeing a gaping Clay, I leaned a bit forward and whispered to him, "Is the owner looking for this?" 

Clay also leaned a bit forward before replying, "I am the owner."

Crap!

Danish let out a chuckle seeing my expression. I looked at him and gave a death stare as all this was because of him. Clay cleared his throat, gaining my attention. I noticed his cheeks had a faint shade of pink.

Is he blushing? Oh yes! His crush is standing right in front of him, with his helmet in her hands!

He looked at me with an eyebrow raised to which I handed over the helmet in a second. 

God, this so fucking unhandy!

"So, what was the urgency?" Clay asked, ending the awkward silence between us.

"We-"

"We went on a date," Danish cut me off.

This guy.

Clay snapped his head towards Danish and then at me. I could see the sadness in his eyes which he tried to obscure by giving me a fake smile and saying, "Oh, th-that's nice."

I smiled and shook my head. "He's joking. We just went to the cafe nearby."

"Yeah, for our date," Danish said.

"Danish!" I cried out.

"I was just joking," he said, raising both his hands up in surrender and taking his helmet off. 

Clay stared at Danish for a few seconds before asking, "You're the new guy, right? The transfer student?"

"Danish. My name's Danish," he said, swinging off his bike and standing next to me.