The Bad Boy is my enemy

Chapter 2 || It's her

**Zaiden's POV**

"Where the f**k did she go?" I shout at the boys who come to me quickly after hearing me shout out loud in the dancing floor.

"What's wrong? Why are you all worked up?" Kite asks.

One of the students who seem to capture everything on the phone, shows him what actually happened.

"What the hell is this? I never imagined you would be beaten like this," he is all shocked after watching the videos.

But what makes me more angry is the one who is taking the video.

I quickly walk to him and snatch away his phone from his hands and throw it in the ground and crush it with my boots.

"Make sure to delete the video those whoever have taken before I crush your phone like this," I shout at everyone and they quickly delete. But I still know that some of them might not be deleting it.

"Trust me! If I find the video in any source tomorrow then, it would be your last day on college and I never joke on this matter," I say as I step on that phone one more time angrily.

With the enraged eyes, I walk out of the bar and drive my car away leaving both of the lads in there.

How dare she?

How dare she punch me? Who the f**k is she? Doesn't she know me?

I am infuriated and every parts of my body is boiling like the hell. I want her to be right in front of me and I want her right now. I want her to be on her knees and apologize to me. I want her to want me badly. I want her to cry out my name madly and moan out for me so badly.

I drive the car in really fast speed without realising that I am driving in front of the cops.

The sirens of cops make me realize that I am driving the car in really great speed and plus I am f*****g udrunk as well.

Drink and drive case.

I stop the car and hit the steering outragedly.

"f**k! f**k! f**k!" I shout out in aggression.

The cops reach to me and I have to go to police station along with them.

"You're a spoiled kid of a rich dad. Shameless children," the cop shouts at me.

It's not his money I am spending. I feel like kicking on his ass. I have a quite bad relationships with cops unlike my dad and my brother.

"It's not your money, I am spending," the words come out of my lips and the angry cop stands from his seat and punches me hard on my face.

"f**k," I shout.

I want to punch him back too but my hands are cuffed and I should better not use my legs as charging a cop could have hilarious punishment.

"Did you call his guardian?" one of them shouted.

"Yes, sir."

I wait for the guardian to come. I know who will be coming for my rescue. My dad would never enmesh himself on this and I will never give his number to cops. So, I gave them my brother's number.

"Zaid!" my brothers voice comes in.

I don't stand up in his presence. He looks at my face disappointed and goes on with papers.

"I think we're done," I say as I stretch out my hands to the cops to open up the cuff.

After they open the cuff, I straightly walk out of the station while my brother shouts out to me.

"Zaiden! Behave yourself," he shouts and I turn back at him and give a mockery smile.

I cannot drive my car as it's confiscated till next day. The cops did the hard work to drive me back home.

As soon as I reach the home, I madly throw the stuffs in the floor.

"How dare she? How dare she?" I pick up the cricket bat in front of me and hit the glass table in front of me hurting myself more.

I sit down on the same glasses with the bat on my hand as I cry out loud.

I don't know why I am behaving more madistic right now but that face...

That f*****g face was the ground of this all. How dare she? How dare she have the similar face like her? How dare she have the similar eyes like her?

Only the difference is the color of her pupils and her face structure, her lips, her nose, brows.

God damn it!

Everything about her is different but why the hell I get the vibes of her when I see her?

I grab my hair and pull them as hard as I could and then walk to my room. I quickly open the shelf and take out the picture from the shelf.

"What the hell are you planning? What the hell are you planning Angelina? Are you still there and trying to take a revenge on me?" I shout and the drops of tear fall on her picture.

But it isn't possible. It's completely impossible. I saw her dead body myself. I saw how she was hanging in the fan. It isn't her. It surely isn't her.

I lock the picture back to the shelf and try to get back to the sleep. I don't know how long I get lost in my thoughts. Thoughts that doesn't even have meaning and get asleep.

I get up with the call from Alan next morning. He says he is standing in front of my door. I ask him to get inside the house.

He gets shocked when he discern a me.

"What's wrong with your face?" he shows concern for me.

I pull out my T-shirt and walk towards the shower. I don't know but I suddenly want to have a cold shower. I feel like cooling myself down instead of heating myself up.

After getting back from the shower, Alan walks to me and looks at the wounds in my body.

"Don't tell me, you still torture yourself for that incident," he says and I avoid his question.

"It's all in the past and you still couldn't get out of it. I know you...," I stop him before he finishes his sentence closing his mouth with my palm.

"Shut your mouth," I shout at him and he shuts his mouth.

I quickly get dressed up and then, walk towards the parking area where my Ducati is parked.

"Where's your car?" he asks me.

"It's confiscated," I say as I start the engine of my bike.

"You oversped again?" he asks.

I lift up my both shoulders to give him his positive answer and start the bike to the college.

I never have my breakfast at home. I have no one to cook for me and I hate to hire people for it. Only some regular cleaners come to my house and clean everything for me. Cooking staff needs to live along with me. So, mostly I order the food and eat my breakfast in the cafeteria.

We walk directly to the cafeteria.

" Why don't you hire someone to cook and take care of you?" he asks me.

" I can hire you if you're interested. Who knows others might poison me for hating them?" I say bluntly and he thinks for a while.

"You're not going to eat the cafeteria food for your whole life. This is our last year and what are you going to do after that?"he asks me.

" It's okay. I can dump in your house for food. You're going to feed me right?" I say with a smirk.

"Who knows I could get married next year?" he smiles and his eyes shine brighter than ever.

"My bad luck," I say as I sip the coffee that is placed in front of me.

"I want you to meet her. She said she will be here soon. I asked her to have lunch with us together," he says.

What the hell is that? Why would you ask someone else to be on your date as well?

"I think you guys should get your different room for yourself," I say and he shys over it.

"How's she like? What made you think that she could be your wife?" I ask.

"She is just way too different from every other girls in here. She has quite beautiful proportions and she dances really well. Like me she doesn't drink and she can get hold of herself," he said and I feel somehow similarity with someone.

"Oh! There she is," he says and I spun my head to look at her.

What the f**k is that?

It's her. It's obviously that girl from last night and she is the one he is thinking of getting married?