Chapter Seven.

Jhelani's POV:

I clicked the roof of my mouth with my tongue when I got to him, then brushed past, hopping on my bike that was parked on the pavement there.

He looked instantly displeased, his bright smile earlier turning gloomy. "What're you on to?"

"Take the lead and I will be right behind you," I said without sparing him a glance.

I wore my helmet before starting my engine and revving as I held onto the handlebars.

The wind was getting stronger, as if an impending downfall was to come. Better to be safe than sorry.

Suddenly, my engine was turned off. I looked to the side and saw Kian standing there, his tan muscular body build steel as ever, dark hair roughly done over his brown eyes.

I gulped, biting my inner cheeks.

This looks. I still recall this gaze and suffocating feeling. It felt like it was just yesterday.

Without warning he pulled me off my bike by the waist and dumped my body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Are you crazy? What is wrong with you, man? Put me down or I'd scream. Kian!!!" I screamed, thrashing my legs and pounding on his solid back when I realized he wasn't listening.

This bastard is worse than Jace. At least Jace listens sometimes, unlike him.

He got me on his bike, "You're not getting kidnapped or raped, so what's the scream gonna be for? A harmless cup of coffee? Use your pretty head next time when you want to threaten me, okay?" He smiled softly again, patting the top of my head as if saying 'be a good girl, Jhelani' then he swung his long leg over the bike effortlessly before riding off.

The wind blew harder, angry. But I was too hard-headed–hesitant to have my hands wrapped around his waist.

Was I scared? No. Was I nervous? I don't know.

What I knew was that I didn't mind falling off and scratching my knees on the sharp pavements, maybe even hitting my head hard enough to get me admitted to a hospital. The injuries would always heal. And it might also help me lose the memories I badly wanted to forget.

"Are you planning on getting yourself killed?" He hissed, draping my hand around his waist with his free hand, "Hold onto me tight. I'm about to speed up faster than this. Don't say I didn't warn you." He announced, and the next second, he sped off faster, leaning forward.

"Slow the fuck down, Kian!!" I screamed, instinctively gripping him closer, my whole body slamming onto his back. I was visibly shaken, my heart pounding. The chilling wind eating up my skin.

Heck! I have a bike but never ever have I been this reckless when riding. I was always careful. But him? He rode his Harley like he had nine fucking lives.

He pulled up before the coffee shop, and Kian was the first to get in, pushing the glass door open while I was left behind on his bike, narrowing my eyes at him. If eyes could kill then he would have probably been dead by now.

"Stop glaring, and get in now that I still have the door wide open for you, babe," he said, the side of his lips raised up slightly as he gestured inside the Cafe.

"Whatever," I huffed, my arms crossed over my chest as I walked in then he followed suite. I could feel his tall and broad frame behind me.

When we stepped in together, several heads spun in our direction. They all had this surprised look in their eyes.

I smirked, chuckling silently with a knowing feeling that they most probably are stunned to see a goddess like me walk into the room. I mean, I am pretty as hell after all.

I tossed my invisible hair behind my back as I took a seat in one of the empty tables, forgetting that my hair was literally packed in a ponytail before I went for a run early this morning.

A female Batistas walked up to us to take our order. She looked kinda cool, with red hair and eyes that looked pretty much lovely.

"Hello, may I have your order please?" She said once she got to our table, wearing a polite smile. Kian was busy scanning through the menu card.

Asshole.

He said he knew a coffee shop with nice coffees. He always went there to get his morning coffee, but here he was scanning through the menu card like it was his first time because it IS his first time here.

If I learn that he brought me all the way down here to waste my time, I wouldn't leave without breaking one or two of his limbs until they look like he has arthritis.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He said leaning back on his chair. My eyes darted to the side and saw that she was gone.

I shook my head. "Um-nothing really. I just want to know why you brought me here," I said, and he parted his thin lips to say something, but I cut him off. "I can guess what you're about to say. I brought you here to talk over a cup of coffee, pretty head. Do you have a problem with that?" I said in his baritone voice, mimicking him.

It made him let out a low amused chuckle that reverberated in the bustling cafe.

"Nice try, pretty head. But you sound like a little mouse. Don't try that again," he said, still smiling.

I groaned, snickering then moving my gaze away from him as I rolled my eyes.

"Want to know why I brought you here?" He asked all of a sudden and my eyes flew to his face. He seemed serious. The playful look on his face is long gone.

"That's what I've been asking for forever. Tell me. And also, why does Damon want me out of Town? What trouble was he talking and hinting at?" I demanded, recalling everything he said to me last night.

"About Damon...you will understand when it's time to. But right now, there's nothing much I can say. He was just being overly harsh on you with his own reasons that I have no idea of," he sighed, shrugging briefly.

I paused, my lips pressing together as I weighed his words.

"And you?" I asked, leaning on the table with my elbows on it, my fingers intertwined while I stared at him with an interrogative eye.

"Here's your order," the barista said, and the next second, I snatched the coffee cup from the tray and splashed the contents on his face.

"What is this?" The lady screamed, surprised by my action.

"Keep your eyes off, Kian. Or next time, I'd have your eyes on this fucking table!" I said, my chair screeching on the brown wooden floor behind me as I stood up furiously.

He didn't move or say a word but the whole cafe had their curious and shocked eyes on us.

He was just sitting there with coffee dripping down his face, smirking, licking some from his lips, eyes burning into my back.

I stormed out of the cafe angrily, ready to walk my way back home.

Immediately I walked out of the coffee shop, the cold wind hit me right in the face, biting into my skin.

I walked a few blocks back home. I was freezing despite the number of times and how hard I rubbed my palms over my arms to keep me warm.

It felt as if this town, the weather and every fucked up thing hated me down to core, like they never wanted me back here.

Why didn't you take his jacket, Jhelani? You're catching a cold now. A voice said in the back of my mind.

"I know, I know, I know! You don't have to spell it out to me bitch," I screamed back, frustrated.

She was right. I should have probably accepted his jacket but I would rather freeze to death than to take anything from someone like Kian Blackwood.

He had a hand in making my childhood miserable, and now he had the fucking guts to stare at my body like a creep. Like he owned it.

Fuck!

I can tolerate anything but I can't accept anyone staring at me like that. His eyes were literally focused on my boobs when I leaned on the table in the cafe and they kinda revealed themselves more then I realized.

I tried snapping him out of it but his thoughts seemed to have been so lost and consumed by some sort of filthy imaginations that I could read In his eyes.

I felt so disgusted that I had to do what I did to him back then and stormed out. Hell, he didn't even look apologetic. He looked like a psycho, taking a thrill from it. Good thing he didn't bother coming after me or else—his balls would have been crushed.

I clenched my fist, taking a turn a dark narrow space, about to use a short cut to my home. It was an Alley. I remember my mom using this short cut when I was younger.

My forehead hit something solid. Before I could wince or look at who it was, I was flipped, my back pressed to the cold wall. I shivered.

My mouth felt heavy, teeth's crashing from the cold, I felt my body giving up, falling to the ground. Numb.

"Jhelani. Shit!"

Those were the last words I heard before passing out as my eyelids shut down.