Chapter 54: Chapter 54

#####Chapter-55-MotorCycle

"Sooner or later, you will find your way!" [Remo]

[Remo's POV]

My level of frustration was at its peak today, no matter how much I tried to stay calm. Granted I do have limited patience, yet another girl playing hard to get has sent me back into the rage I was trying to control.

I stared up at the building of my school, the front although painted in red still appeared darker than red, almost maroon. Even with the sunlight, it didn't shine. I was at the top position of the school, the head boy. Perhaps there was a time when I wasn't the best but I was one now and it has served me well. Remo D'souza was the perfect student, star singer of the school band. But he wasn't still what I wanted him to be. I wanted to be at the top of my city, or maybe the world. I craved stardom. I needed it to survive. It wasn't just to prove a bunch of people wrong, it was to feed my soul.

Raghav yells something as he comes out of the glass doors and I turn towards him completely. He laughs unaffected by my glare.

'Ah finally.'

"Glad you decided to wait for me."

His smile gets bigger than the crowd of women surrounding me. My irritation was fueled by his sarcastic remark.

"Get lost."

I yelled at the girls who were now forming a circle around me. Asking me if I could write a song for them and I was beyond irritated to stay calm by now. They scattered and left me alone. Some clenched their jaws, pushing me further from their shoulders. I held back the growl that threatened to leave my lips.

Raghav shakes his head and chuckles while walking by my side and glancing up at me struggling to keep up with my increased pace.

"You fucker, I had to wait for an hour here for you!" He looked at the road ahead of us and then looked at me giving me a sheepish smile.

"I am sorry Bro! The teacher didn't let me go before he made sure I wrote every page of the assignment."

"You could have informed me Raghav. I had a meeting with Tania."

He rolled his eyes, unaffected for making me wait.

I gave his head a backhand slap and he scoffed.

"Meeting with Tania Huh? I bet it was your dick meeting with her warm hole."

It was the truth that I couldn't deny. I was the man who never denied a chick who batted her eyelashes at me. But I wasn't stupid enough to keep them around longer than a day or more. Because the only time I did, it got messy, my feelings almost succumbed into the darkness. The relationship I had was casual and I made sure they knew it before we did the real fucking.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Whatever and now it's over because of you."

We walk towards his motorcycle and he throws his keys towards me. I caught the black keyring with ease and confusion.

"I know how much you want to ride it again! So here you go."

"Thanks," I mumble, fighting back the smile.

The irritation eludes from my body as if it never existed. Perhaps it never did. It was just me annoyed by the girls surrounding me. If there was anything that I loved other than singing it was motorcycles. It was something that got my heart racing. For me it wasn't a need, it was passion. All I want in life is to gather every type of motorcycle in my home.

He owned the latest 2012 model of KTM exclusive with the engine type single cylinder, four strokes. Raghav's father was rich, as in he owned half of the city we were living in. Hence, his every demand was fulfilled before he even woke up. The frame was modified into a central double-cradle type in the black color aluminum subframe. I caress the shiny black frame taking my sweet time. Before this, he didn't ever let anyone touch it. It was only a week old and he had allowed me to ride it. I looked up at him gratefully which he chose to ignore. He always did this, he dreaded responding to reactions like that. I stroke its handle as if to add those sensations to my soul.

"Remember bro, Boys before hoes."

Raghav grins at me, handing me the helmet. His black eyes twinkled.

"I remember."

I started it and Raghav sat behind me. Things cooled down on our way home, we were not just riding, we were flying. As if I had broken those chains that everyone tries to impose on me flying through the street with the biggest smile on my face. The wind brushed through my locks, all colors seemed bright and vibrant. The sound of the motor and vibration was calming my restless heart. It was like a legal drug to me, keeping me high.

Besides bikes,

These days, The only joy I could find was because of her. Just her. The way she talked compelled me to be real with her. I never once felt like I had to lie to get her to talk to me more. Or to break the walls that she had around herself. It was not like I was searching for someone like her. Because I wasn't. People usually approach me and it's always because of what they see, or what they hear. I am attractive, popular, so they want to be seen with me to climb that social ladder easier.

But I know none of it is substantial. None of me makes me feel better, instead, it makes me feel worse. I didn't want a crowd who was with me because I was popular or attractive or a topper. I could not be defined by what skills I had or what God has graced me with. I want someone who appreciates me for what I was as a person. I search for those people who could look at me from inside and love me for it. She seemed like the person who was interested in what's on the inside more than what I was from outside.

Maybe she was attracted by my shiny exterior at first but it's not what I saw when I looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw was a hollow shell imprisoned with his demons.

No matter how much she does seem like the person I was looking for. I knew better than to make her my world. Perhaps she was the best time-pass I could ever have. A person who I wanted to talk to all the time. I didn't even need to make an extra effort to think. It was just natural.

"What are you thinking about Remo?" Raghav grunts in frustration.

"Nothing. Just. I am just enjoying the ride bro."

"Cool."