Rachel and Samara stayed silent on the bench for a while, with Samara having a stoic expression yet his shoulders which were tense a few minutes ago, were now relaxed getting used to her presence. Rachel did notice the subtle shift in the body language and this made her smile widen, but she didn't say anything.
Silence was always precious because you only received it in sparse amounts, and both of them understood it, despite their very different social status.
After a few minutes, Rachel gave a yawn—loud yet cute. She was bored, maybe. "Why don't you leave? I am sure your loyal crew would be delighted to entertain you." Samara told her almost instantly, and released a yawn of his own, stretching his fingers to loosen the coiled tension.
"Nah. Their masks tire me out. You are atleast real and honest with your feelings." Rachel told him with a shrug and a smirk appeared on her visage. "Plus.... You have an aura which attracts, no matter how much you seem dangerous, and that handsome face also adds to your charm."
Samara rolled his eyes at her words and the hidden compliment beneath them, he didn't care, but he kept himself silent. And suddenly the voice of one of their class teachers was heard, calling for them and a few others who left the closure of the shade.
They were not the only ones who felt bored and wanted some fresh air, there were others too, of course.
"Well then, looks like our little bonding time is over, always a party-pooper that teacher is." Rachel let out a groan, as she got up and pressed down on the creases of her skirt. Samara only hummed in response as he too got up. He wasn't that irritated by the teacher. He was just a bit tired of everything in his life.
Excitement,power and freedom, that's what he wanted in life. Everything else was just temporary and a distraction.
They both walked upto the big tree where the teachers and many students were, and Srian who was standing beside Suhania looked at Samara with surprise evident in his eyes, the reason? Rachel Avasti—the queen bee.
This day was getting stranger and stranger. First Suhania talking with him comfortably and now Rachel, hanging around with Samara? Fucking unbelievable.
Samara walked over to Srian, as Suhania and Rachel both left the boys to join their usual entourage, and Srian raised an eyebrow at Samara's direction. "So....Rachel?" He asked with a smirk, and Samara turned to him with an arched brow. "What? No! Hell no. We were just talking..... What about you and Suhania?" He wiggled his brows in response to the teasing of Srian. Srian blushed almost immediately, his reaction vastly different from Samara, and his brows shot up in surprise at the expression of his friend's face.
"No fucking way. He fell just with one interaction?!! What in the living fuck?" Samara thought, as he was surprised and baffled, but kept his reaction within himself.
"Leave it, no need for any response." Samara quickly distracted him, chuckling to himself and giving Srian a pat on the shoulders. Ignoring the incident, which was absurd in his view, how could love happen at first sight?
It was only possible in fiction, not in bloody reality.
Then both of them turned their attention towards the teacher who had gathered all of the students, once again, upon the shade and he spoke out with his booming tone. "Hope you all had your fun kids, but your parents are getting worried. So gotta go or we will face cases of kidnapping soon. Hehe" At the end, the teacher let out an awkward chuckle and Samara just sighed.
"Dull as fuck joke." Samara thought as he shook his head, and it was clear, many students shared the sentiment judging by their forced smiles. Look he could respect trying, but if you can't do a joke, no need. Even he couldn't, that's why he rarely let out jokes. Be useful with your time. Be fucking direct, in his crude words.
But will he ever say this, in front of anybody? Nope! He has a reputation that doesn't go quite well with his fighting abilities. The reputation of being a silent and kind good-student. An illusion that the teachers believe in, and none of the students try to break it, as they know they will never be believed. Illusion should be perfect to maintain control and be superior than your peers.
This art of illusion, Samara had mastered quite easily, and had learned quite early in his peril-filled life. It was important to be clean, to hide the dirt on your palms and people respected the clean more than the dirty.
People usually respect treasures not garbage. People respected a businessman and cursed whenever they saw the face of a terrorist. He didn't want such a fate.
"I swear, sir really needs to work on his humor, now I understand why his wife left him." Srian chuckled as he whispered next to the ear of Samara, who just nodded, not giving a response to his friend's words. Not eager to gossip with him.
Something else was going through his mind at the moment, but what?
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Crimson trickled down the cracked plaster, as a man rushed through the alley with a box held close to his heaving bosom, a face that seemed to become pale by every breath he took and purple bruises lined every inch. Blood dripped from his abdomen as if a waterfall, yet an adrenaline rush paved the way.
Survive. Survive. He had to survive. He couldn't do die so easily. No way! More than his life, he cared more about the evidence and the items the box contained, he had to keep it secure.
His legacy should never ever die. No matter what happens to him. His legacy will always be immortal, that's his lifelong aim. He won't give it up for anybody nor for any circumstances, he won't lose!!
The rain pattered upon the tensed shoulders covered by a brown coat, as footsteps were frantic behind him and the injured man let out a small gasp. His foot slipping upon a puddle and then he fell forward.....
Right on the chest of a person way taller than him, yet as he lifted his head a bit to properly gaze, the injured man saw it was a boy. A young boy. Barely out of his teens. Looking at him with immense surprise, as his eyes went down towards the man's injured abdomen and his brows arched.
It was none other than Samara, who had stepped down from the academy bus and was returning back to his lovely abode. To encounter such a scenario, was not at all, a thought on his mind.
God was truly an expert in planning the most unpredictable things for his life. Oh well, he was also an expert in handling those unexpected situations.
Bring it on, God! He wasn't a coward.
He was reckless but definitely, not a coward. Yeah, as if was it anything better than being a coward. Both were dangerous. Both were life threatening. Both could prove to be useful when the time arrives.
A double-edged sword as one could say to describe it. But highly important to be successful.
But then he saw them, the ones responsible for injuring this middle-aged man, and all of them were highly built in stature with the same tattoos on their forearms which made his eyes squint.
Were they some sort of mafia group? Or something else?