18. C of Calculus

***Emara Stone***

"Through the window." Daniel replies before fisting his mouth with the popcorns.
My father looks in stress. He scratches his chin in frustration as he tries to behave like a mature person here. "Next time, come through the door." He says while pointing the front gate.
"HELL NO! They are not coming anywhere near this house again." Ethan growls viciously, like a possessed witch who is a bitch.
"Why? Only Rose can come here, not her brother? You still didn't tell why you brought my sister to your room?" Ryan snarls like an uncontrolled demon from hell. His eyes look dead, devoid of any kind of empathy as they glare back at Ethan. *So hot!*
"It's tastes so good." "I know, right?” Daniel and the pee-pee guy mumble on the couch while eating the popcorn.
"You didn't tell me what you were doing in my sister's room." The nerves on Ethan's neck pop out mercilessly as he clenches his jaw in annoyance. "Sit down. Both of you." The cop intervenes as he orders the boys with authority.
Suddenly my mother gasps as she looks at the number of guests in her home, "Ethan, are your friends staying for dinner?" She looks confused as if mentally counting how many plates she has in the kitchen.
"NO. And they are not my friends." Ethan snaps unfriendly.
"Rose, I hope at least you would stay for dinner." My mother asks her dearly. It is hard for me to believe it was her same voice that mostly comes out as a snarl at me.
Rose is slowly taking over my family.
"No, Mrs. Stone. I ju-just came here for no-notes. And its o-okay, I'll take it from Ethan in college." Rose’s voice shakes like an old washing machine, her finger fidgets with her skirt as if she is knitting it.
She practically looks like an earthquake on the couch.
"You heard her, she only came here to get the notes from me." Ethan spats angrily. But Ryan looks far from convinced.
"So, what are you doing here?" My father directly asks the maniac.
"Oh! I just came to pee."
"And I came to give him company."
Daniel and the other guy reply obediently whereas Ryan clenches his jaw in annoyance. "I came here for notes too." He states with a sore face.
"What notes? You are in the last year of engineering.” Ethan snarls from his seat. "My Calculus subject is still remaining to clear from the first year." Ryan snarls back bitterly.
"Hell, I won't even give you my pencil and definitely not my notes." Ethan roars losing his 'I am a good guy, I help everyone' composure.
"Fuck who wants your stinky ass notes." Ryan fumes in frustration as he glares with demonic eyes. "I came here to take notes from Amara."
*Pregnantpenguinsdoingbellydance. WHAT!*
"Notes from whom?"
My dad's face washes away with confusion. His both brows reach in the middle of his forehead as Ryan lifts his finger and points at me acutely,
"Amara."
Suddenly my heart thumps like someone is doing gang bang inside my chest as everybody's eyes turn to me. *Motherflapper!*
"Am-what? What names are you telling to other people? If you didn't like your name you should have told us before Emara." My father's voice is filled with disappointment. His eyes look sad, filled with depression as he looks at his most creative sperm. *What is up with everyone today?*
"Wha-I-I" I couldn't even give him a positive reply. "And why you came in from the window? Why not knock like our regular guests?" My father demands an answer as he speaks with law.
Ryan's shoulders loosen up as he places his hands at the back of his neck and rubs carefully, "Um, actually I saw you making out on the counter and didn't want to disturb you. Also window was the most direct way to reach the destination."
Everyone gets mute. Nobody speaks a word as we all stare at the cop. My dad's face turns hard, his riled eyes narrow at Ryan who has a criminal's smug face. "Emara, give him your notebook." My head snaps back at my dad in utter shock.
"Book? What book?" My brain goes into trauma, deep hibernation as I try to unravel the mystery in front of me. My face has queries, questions, inquiries, quiz of worldly questions,
*Why apples are red?*
*Does every man have a penis?*
*Why do the nose runs but feet smells?*
"Your Calculus notebook."
I blink as I try to remember who is our Calculus professor and how does he/she looks like. Damn... I don't even know the teacher's gender.
*And neither I know C of Calculus nor I have 'N' of Notes!*
I turn my heels towards the stairs and follow the way. I rush to my room looking for any book in which I had done maths or probably plus or minus. But seeing my clean room, I sigh in horror.
Where did that fucking tadpole put all my books? I go through my table, cupboard, drawers but other than textbooks and my clothes, I couldn't find anything.
*That’s why I don’t clean my room!*
I open my closet and see my bag. I pull out my rough book that has half ambiguous notes of all the subjects and some random art. Suddenly my mind tries to tell me something that I couldn't decipher.
It keeps on nagging me as I take my steps towards the door. I turn around and take a good look at my room. *Oh, I see what I was forgetting.*
I walk towards the abandoned belt of Daniel, that is lying illegitimately on the floor. I pick it up and take it with me to the living room. I hand the book to Ryan and the belt to Daniel.
"Oh, thank you. I don't remember when I lost it." Daniel says as he wears the belt and fixes his jeans on his hips.
Ryan clenches my book in his big rough hands and abruptly stands up. "Rose, let's go." Rose looks up anxiously as she still knits her skirt nervously under social pressure.
With one final feral look at Ethan, Ryan and his mates leave our house. I release a deep breath of calmness as they walk away.
Ryan is nothing but dangerous. He is a walking warning sign. A bit of bad luck that I need to maintain a good distance from. "Emara, wash your hands and get on the dining table." My father calls me and I immediately follow his orders.
*What a day it was!*
. . .
After taking a shower, I throw the towel aside and recline down on my bed. I look at the clock, it's only 11:45 pm. I can write a small scene or probably a chapter of my book. I open my laptop to edit the new chapter.
Suddenly, my heart thumps loudly as I see a notification from Ryan on my phone. I* got a DM from the prince of Tomorrow Land!*
Why would he message me? Did he search me up? What if he wants to be my friend? Social media friend? Maybe he thought I was cool? The thoughts line up one by one in my head.
I click on Instagram and check the Requested messages. There he was on the top. As soon as I open his DM, I see pictures of pages lined up in the message.
*What is this, telemarketing?*
Confusion engulfs my pretty head as I click on one and read what he has sent me. A mute scream of hysteria, bordering on terror escapes my mouth. The reality pierces through my brain and instantly all the blood from my face drains as I recognize my own handwriting.
Handwriting from my rough book where I wrote all the drafts of my fantasy story, depicting Ryan as a hot werewolf. There are nearly 7-8 snaps of pages where I mentioned his height, hair, eyebrows, eyes, lips, tongue, chest, and even his chest hair.
Fuck!
FUCK!
**F U C K !**
My blood pressure increases after seeing the pictures of my rough book but that wasn't the climax. I hyperventilate looking at his text at the end of the message.
*‘If you want your book back, tomorrow meet me behind the north cafe after the college ends.*
*Yours Truly,*
*Hotty ;)’*