A little force with a little extra, she added to the slap, hoping to pass her message to him. She knew she would somehow regret her decision of following him out in order to bond with him and not unintentionally, sever ties that might be useful to her in the future. But this was way too far, way too out of boundary. Instead of him speaking up for her, for the truth, he was exacerbating it. Making it look like they were in some kind of romantic relationship whereas they were only cousins. Didn't it occur to him that if any of those women had their children in RHHS that they would end up giving her up to the Principal, saying she was seen out with a guy on a date instead of reading at home?.
Imagine if words were to reach the principal where she was just admitted newly and had not much experience from the school, but was already damaging the school's reputation. Imagine if Fred does not cough out the truth on their relationship, the detention room would just be a trial punishment for her. Where was her bag? Was she not supposed to be a diligent student, sitting somewhere enclosed and quiet, drowning her entire being in her books?. For Heaven sake! She had notes to copy.
She got up, her knees almost hitting the table, but she was too in a haste to care. Her legs flounced their way out of the dinning area to the door.
The security man had just held the door handle when a strong hand held her left arm. She did not bother to turn to know that it was Fred pleading with her to stay and not leave.
'I will handle this. Let me'. The seriousness in his voice almost turned her around, but was he not the same person who laughed at her earlier. He did not, at that time, look like a person that was ready to clear any misunderstanding.
She turned when she felt him losen his geip on her forearm and heard his footsteps away from her. He was at the counter speaking with a man that did not look like a bartender or one of the serving persons. He was off limit; dressed in a dark suit, white inner and a black plain tie. Must be the Manager or if not, the Owner.
Diva saw him heading back to her with all smiles. 'Had to ask the waitress to get plates to cover our meals. Don't want them getting cold and wasted'. He smiled and stretched his right hand towards her, beseeching her to get seated with him.
She looked him in his eyes and then at his outstretched arm. Really?. Was this how he wanted to handle the situation?. She was certain that he did not speak with a woman but a man. The man was not even dressed as a waiter to begin with, he was..... of class. And when did the waitress cover their meals?. Was she blind or stuck in time to see the movements after he spoke with the man?. If she could remember clearly, her eyes were on him all the while he approached the counter and back. She glanced behind and saw that their plates were securely covered with plates atop. Bringing her eyes back to him, she saw that permanent smile he normally carry about, now glued to his face. She dropped them on his hand and stared for while, contemplating whether or not to accept his hand or walk her way to the table. Shaking her head, she went with the last option.
Going back to the table, she sat on her chair that was pulled back for her by a waiter and Fred who was following her closely, sat on his, pulling his chair out all by himself. The waiter removed the plates, and Diva's eyes got magnetised to her meal, imagining the taste again in her mind.
And while she took her spoon to continue from where she stopped, she heard Fred's voice. 'Get ready. The show is about to start'.
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