C12 Poor Kitchen ( Part 1 )

"Oh, I've been shaking

I love it when you go crazy

You take all my inhibitions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

You take me places that tear up my reputation

Manipulate my decisions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

There's nothing holdin' me back

There's nothing holdin' me back" ( Shawn Mendes )

"Is this is the way to complete the assignment? " I said raising my eyes to Zakhar.

"Hmm" he said watching his phone.

We were in my home at this moment for doing our assignment. Me, on the chair , combing my hair out and Zakhar lying down on my bed, his phone was over his face.

I had previously hoped I could regret saying yes in the confines and comfort of my own home, but of course, he had other plans. After promising to help me in assignment he ensued a half an hour discussion in which he used all his time to persuade me to let him over to talk through the plan. And he's doing nothing.

But the only thing I seem to have learnt about Zakhar so far is that he is easily distracted. Especially when it comes to his phone. He spent the last 30 minutes texting his friends, not even bothering to offer me a coherent response and merely laughed at his phone whenever someone sent him a picture of god knows what.

I, on the other hand, had to plan everything about our assignment and asking him general questions to get to know his choices better.

But we haven't progressed much from the time he came to my house.

"Zakhy!" I repeated, frustrated beyond belief from his lack of response. I made sure I said it louder this time.

"Yeah," he muttered, not even taking his eyes off the phone.

"I asked you a question," I dully stated, "Are you deaf? I breathed through my nose, trying to keep my cool.

"Oh sorry, it's- weird" he mumbled to himself, not even giving me a satisfying answer.

Okay! That is it! My anger had reached its limit way before this, but now, it was at an all-time high. I jumped off the chair and stomped my way to the bed. Yet, he still wasn't looking up at me. I grabbed the phone off of him and scowled at him.

"Hey, I seriously am trying to help us to get good grades , but I can't if you're going to get distracted so easily! What are you doing that's so entertaining anyways?"

I broke off mid-rant, turning the phone over to see what had the badboy's attention for the past half hour, but immediately regretted it. I let out a scream, throwing the phone away from my face and to the floor.

This made Zakhar break out into laughter, which was probably the first real response I had gotten from him this entire time. I should've seen that coming. I mean, he is the player of S.T Heaven. What should I expect from him? Even so, I still couldn't help the feeling to puke. To think he enjoyed that kind of thing.

I glared at him and he stopped laughing. "Sorry," he breathed, the laughter apparent in his tone, not even sounding the slightest bit sincere.

I rolled my eyes, knowing he was just saying sorry to persuade me. Typical. He seemed to realise my bad mood and stood off the bed. He looked into my eyes with the same intense look he gave me earlier, but this time it was filled with something more- sincerity.

"Sorry," he repeated slowly. I shouldn't accept his apology. He was using only my weakness. I should have kicked him out of my bedroom and house just then.

"It's not my phone that you threw right now. " He stated & I stared him with a questionable look.

"The phone belongs to Lake. We've mistakenly swapped our phones. And I was just checking his phone. " he mumbled to me.

"You shouldn't peek someone's phone without their permission. Didn't anybody teach you manners? " I said rolling my eyes.

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me " he said slowly.

Try as I might, I couldn't seem to be angry at him. Something about his intense look was so compelling; I had to forgive him. So I did. He smiled in return before returning to the desk and took a pen running a hand in his hair.

"Let's complete the task. "

I am shocked. I can't believe that Zakhar Hunter, The Zakhar Hunter can be so brilliant. He had scripted everything properly. He had also highlighted important part. And guess what! He had also finished the decoration. Wow! I never imagined him to be so brilliant.

"I didn't imagine that the golden boy of our school is so brilliant. " I teased him.

"Shut up. " he stated.

After one and half hour we finished something. And we both were hungry. As he looked at me I said, "Wanna go to any restaurant? "

"No way. I don't want troubles anymore. Last time you had wrecked enough problems. " he goofed.

"Really? I'm not the one who went to eat without money. " I smirked at him. " And if you were not playing things with me then it would have never happened. " I glared at him.

"Let's order something. " He breathed.

Now I've got an another idea of troubling him. I grinned at him and tried to look as innocent as possible and said, " No, let's cook biryani. "

He clinched his nose and raise his eyebrows at me in a questionable look.

"YOU NEVER ATE BIRYANI !!!!" I screamed at him.

"No! " he stated looking towards the door.

"Why are you even alive? " I said teasingly.

So that's how we ended in my kitchen. My mom is very organized. She is a great cook. Being her daughter I can cook but it never turns perfect like her. I kept all the necessary ingredients and equipments on the kitchen table. And I had ordered Zakhar to wash the rice for biryani after he had cut the chicken into pieces. And he's abiding my every words. Great! I'm enjoying this.

I have already marinated the chicken with special asian spices and used some secret technic which I had learned from my grandmother. After frying the small round potatoes I had mixed that with the chicken. Zakhar passed me the basmati rice. And I created some layer with it and zafran. And I had sealed the vessel with a dough . Now we have to wait thirty minutes to have the biryani.

"You've something on your face. " Zakhar said pointing towards my cheeks.

I went to wipe it but Zakhar stopped me and said, " Let me clean it for you. "

When he touched my cheeks to wipe the stain I felt butterflies on my stomach. He is caressing my checks so slowly which made me blushed. He was looking at me with his intense black eyes which made my cheeks warm. We were so close at this time and our faces were centimeters apart from each other. We're so close and then Zakhar's phone rung. He let go of me with a frustrated voice. And then I came back to reality. What just happened? Was he going to kiss me? No, he can't. Maybe I'm imagining things a lot.

Zakhar was talking with his phone. Oh! Sorry not his phone, Lake's phone.

"Dude, your phone is with me. You don't have to be so tensed." I heard Zakhar telling. The other person on the phone also said something.

"No, I'll not do any funny business with your phone. " he said irritatingly.

"I'll come to your house and give it to you. "

"No, I can't come now. I'm busy. "And he hung up the phone.

"Who's that? " I asked him.

"Lake. He wants his phone back. " he said.

"Okay. " I told him. But deep in my mind I was laughing. I know Lake is obsessed with his phone. I always saw him typing something on his phone. And now when his baby is not with him I can imagine how desperate he is to be with his phone.

"Why are you laughing? " Zakhar asked seeing me smiling.

"Because you're an idiot" I said trying to piss him off.

"At least I've brain, Nance" he said and my face became dark.

"Then face this brainless girl's attack! " I said throwing a bag of flour at him.

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