Airiqa groans as she fumbles with her bag.

My ID. I am so dead.

The piece of card must had fell from her bag while she jerked it onto her back, when they both ran away.

Three weeks ago. Three weeks but she only know about the ID lost when the class teacher told them about a field trip their class will be going to.

Nigel comes short after, neat and clean like usual. Nerd.

"You look worried."

Airiqa's eyes shot upward to meet with Nigel's.

"What?" He asks.

"No, I didn't think ever that you will ask so."

He blinks in respond and says nothing.

She is so messed up that the tutoring session seems to be passing painfully slow.

Airiqa stands lazily as she finishes the last question Nigel gives to her.

She shoves everything in her bag.

She greets him a see you tomorrow.

"I thought I said, see you tomorrow?" The words slide out of her lips when her eyes notice Nigel's tall figure pacing beside her casually.

He glances at her. "I don't said see you tomorrow-back, do I?"

Airiqa inhales the sarcasm quietly.
Not like you can win against Nigel Hayden. Her mind reminds her.

The atmosphere between them was getting more tense.

Airiqa finds herself gripping tightly on the hem of her skirt.

"Are you going to follow me to home-"

Nigel takes an abrupt turn.

Airiqa bites on her tongue. Her cheeks burning. She scoffs at him under her breath.

She let her mind rant on stuffs and worries about her ID.

She raises her head when her eyes spotted a pair of larger shoes stands in front of her.

She climbs her gaze up the shoes, the legs, the waist, the chest, her head eventually raised to set her eyes on the towering figure in front of her.

The smirk gets her blood to run cold.

"Well well well, who do we get here?" The thug that chase her and Dear gives the typical villain chuckle.

Only now, he isn't accompanied by his fellow followers but by another tall silhouette that Airiqa, of course, didn't recognize.

"Who is it, Brad?" The guy speaks, his voice sounds bored.

Airiqa can't help noticing the italian accent.

Airiqa takes a step back. She let's her brain do it's job; think!

"Remember that red head who escaped, Dean?" Brad spits out.

Airiqa grimace unconsciously. You mean when we kicked your ass*s.?

"She acted like a heroine." He added, his eyes diving to her like an eagle.
 
And she sees Dean as he stepped beside Brad.

She exhales at the sight of  the olive green orbs.

She drops her eyes and takes another step back. The smirk Dean gives to her just now seems to mean bad.

Airiqa's heart thumps against her rib cage.

"She's a cutie." He said, pronouncing the cutie as qutie.

Airiqa flinches when her touch reactors under her chin skin jerks her senses.

"Don't touch me!" She hisses spontaneously. Her hand slapped his fingers away from her face.

He grinned. Ignoring her angered words, he lifted her chin to look at her in the eyes.

His eyes are bright green; the green that remind you of emerald when light shines on the corneas.

He likes her refusal.

Airiqa blinks in annoyance. She can feel her patience thinning and her boredom thickening.

Her arms shove his chest. Airiqa knows it will have to take more than her strength to really make him budge, but he plays along.

He exhales then shakes his head lazily. "Leave her be."

He sends her a naughty glance. "Cutie doesn't have any relation with the red head."

A part of Airiqa is relieve that he prefers to let her go, but another part is suspicious of the easiness.

Brad huffed. "But she butted in our business." 

That is childish. Airiqa thinks. She narrows her wide eyes suspiciously at both males.

She didn't think manners matter anymore.

Airiqa side stepps Dean. But he grab her arm. "See you again."

She shrugs him off in pure shock. This time he didn't plays along, he tighten his grip.

Despite his attractiveness and her curiousity that from the beginning keeps pondering on what thing have she got herself into, she said to him.

"Don't want to."

"Airiqa!" Their eyes are set on a half running figure.

Nigel reaches into the scene.

He stoops. His chest falling in and out.

"Ai-riqa! I'm glad I found you, here, you dropped thi-"

Airiqa's ID is half hold out in Nigel's palm. "Owh, you're in the middle of something with your boyfriend?"

Airiqa eyes widen at his abnormal act. The grin tightening more, she snaps as pain starts to climb on her arm. "You are hurting me!"

"Yeah, my girlfriend here is a bit naughty in behaving." Dean replies, his smirk appears again.

Airiqa eyes are fully round  on his remarks. "Woa, I just met you just now," she is pissed off more than enough. "you a*sh*le."

"See? I love her." Airiqa struggles to break the grip. She coaxes herself to believe the sight of Nigel's scared expression.

"Hey..Airiqa. Shall I call for help? He's hurting you right ?" 

"Nigel-You're always the smarty pants!" Airiqa scoffs. She can't figure out if her words are supposed to remind him or just a note of supposed to be sarcasm.

She realise the intense stare of Dean on Nigel.

Nigel ruffles his neat brown locks.

"I can use you as my punching bag, nerd." Brad speaks up. He cracks his knuckles.

"Airiqa." Nigel presses his voice tone to what Airiqa senses as concern.
"Are you hurt?"

Airiqa grimaced in renspond. "Dummy."

And in a swift movement, Nigel swing his fist to make impact with Dean's jaw. He didn't miss, Dean just managed to dodge in time.

His fist lost it's grip on Airiqa's arm.

Dean eyes widening with excitement.

It have been a while someone get the gut to even try to hit him.

Nigel fixes his glasses as he stands in front of Airiqa. He slides her ID into her palm.

"Son of a b-" Brad starts and stopped abruptly by Dean's palm. "Shut it."

"I hope we meet again, Nigel." His green orbs flickers to Airiqa's frowning face. "You too, cutie."

Nigel tilts his head, displaying an innocent confused demeanor.

Dean makes way for Nigel and Airiqa.  Brad eyeing them with pure irritation.

Airiqa dares her eyes to glance back to the green orbs.

She turned her eyes to watch the back of Nigel's head. The scene seemed familiar. She stared at her arm in his firm unhurting grip.

And she can hear the faint reply.

"We'll keep meeting again, Dean Mavoule."

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