Taleela's POVThe college grounds are bustling with activities, and as I walk through the gates with Susan skipping by my side like a little school girl, I am hit by the sheerness of everyone's dress-up. It seems like the whole university's participating in the fashion week because I do not understand why everyone is fucking dressed like there's a dinner party or a clubhouse close by."Ouch, I feel it!" Susan exclaims beside me, and I honestly want to gag at her enthusiasm. "The whole school is in it today!""Relax, Susan," I say to my friend. "Today will be over as soon as it begins.""But, it's going to be fun, so I am happy." She says in reply."Hi, Taleela."Susan and I twist our heads in the same direction. We both frown when we see who's it.Susan immediately moves close to me and whispers. "I thought you both weren't on good terms? How come he's greeting you?"I shrug. "I honestly have no idea. Let's just stand and hear what he has to say."In no time, a tall dude is standing

Taleela's POV; I know that Susan has told him that I'll be returning to the bleachers which is partially true. So, I make a beeline for the faculty's digital library, hoping he doesn't follow after me. I just have a hunch that he is following after me, I can feel it in my bones and honestly, I am quite nervous. That kind of feeling you get when you're trying to hide from someone. Exciting and scary at the same time. I bump into a few of my course mates who remind me that classes have been cancelled. And smiling at them like I have no idea, I keep making my entrance into the faculty building. The library is at the top floor and without thinking twice, I make for the steps. There are chances that I would bump into Kal in this elevator. I know it's just me being nervous and all. He might not even be following after all. But, I take the steps anyway. The whole faculty is empty, save for a few people loitering about; girls trying to get their makeup and outfit rearranged

Taleela's POV: I watch him leave the library through the doors, smiling in accomplishment. I'm sure he must feel really fulfilled right now. At least he's gone, more space for me to do whatever I want to do. I sigh in relief when the doors shut, and as I am about to turn away, I hear Cora laugh fondly behind me and turn to give her an unimpressed look. She shrugs, takes a bite out of her burger, and downs it with her cup of peppermint mocha before she speaks. "He looks quite interested in you. And he's also good-looking. What would make you turn such a hottie down?" "It's a long story, Cora. I just don't want to have anything to do with him. I have an idea that he is virile and all that, but he should know when to stop. I already told him from the onset that I am not interested in whatever he wants us both to be." Cora is smiling as I speak, and I want to pull at my hair and yell. Why does no one want to understand me? Why can't they see beyond Kal's attractiveness? It

Kal's POV; When Bells steps into the arena, we are meant to have dinner; I already feel her presence even if I am backing her and looking out to the vast beach before me as the sun sets over the horizon. She greets me with her subtle lavender fragrance and the clink of her heels against the stone floor, and when I turn, I am blown away by how beautiful she looks in her dress. It hugs her curves and is starting to drive me mad. Bells have a way of making me feel like we are meeting for the first time over and over again. Noticing the look of subtle surprise on her face, I know that she is feeling the same way I am feeling. "You look breathtaking as hell, Bells." I compliment, meaning it. She took my breath away the moment I set eyes on her, and I just have to admit it out loud. Nodding, she sets her purse on the fancy table we were going to have our meal before taking her seat. "Nice choice of restaurant." I hear what she says, and I have an idea that she mutters

Kal's POV; Bells phone is ringing, but she is not picking my calls and this is getting me bothered and pissed as hell. Ever since she walked out of the restaurant fuming yesterday evening, I have been calling and texting her, hoping she would pick up and tell me why she decided to leave in such a manner. To be honest, I was embarrassed yesterday. The waiter even looked sorry as I tossed my credit card at him and paid for the untouched food. The amount I spent on the meal isn't my problem at all. It was the manner with which she had left and as I pace about in my office, I keep on calling her number and hoping she picks up. When I got home last night, my parents were home. It was a thing of surprise. I spent little time with them because I was angry and unsettled. Even my mother who had been away for close to three months was bothered but I told her not to worry. As soon I woke up, I tried her number again and dropped her a text, asking why she was ignoring my calls.