Falling in Love Was Not the Plan — Chapter 37 You are not real, go away!**

Alex's heart was beating badly in his chest. He was following the direction that her father gave with slow uneasy steps. He was though confident and calm down there but soon after leaving that environment of drawing room, Alex's heart beating sped up.

He purposely halted in the corridor before taking a left turn, as directed by Mr. Rebello. He felt something fluttering in his chest. Geez, he introduced himself as her boyfriend, how will he introduced himself as her boyfriend to Amara itself?

Alex blinked his eyes while his face was blanket with a layer of sweat beads. He was falling in the pools of fear. "Gosh, why do I feel so scared. Why can't I take a step ahead. I am just few metres away from Amara. I waited for this moment since the very morning! Then why can't I accumulate my courage and go to see her, damn it? Why do I feel so dammed, where is that bold funky Alex that I was before!" Alex rubbed his cheek, they were feeling hot to himself.

His excitement was dead and fear was up, the fear of seeing her after the whole lot mess Perry created, and he himself created, was on its peak.

Alex leaned against the wall staring at the turn across him while his throat felt dry. The grumbling of his famished tummy echoed in the emotional space and later, a wave of laughter spread across in the room. "Such a coward!" the exclamation hurt Alex's ego, he turned around only to witness a smirking George standing behind him with crossed arms.

"Are you, following me kid?" Alex narrowed his eyes, he pretended to be normal when from inside, he was damn nervous.

In reflex, George smiled shaking his head in negative. He batted his lashes and acted like a shy and blushing little girl so as to tease Alex. "Why would I? Don't forget this is my house. And you are intruder here, not me!" George left no chance to remind him the truth.

The sourness in his voice spoke of his sudden hatred towards Alex. Don't know what bad Alex has done to him that he was messing up with him like that. One thing was clear, George was envying him for having a special kind of place in his sister's heart.

"Look kid, I am already very nervous. I don't know how your sister is going to react after finding me in her room, I feel nervous like heck. And you are annoying me here. Stop this game if you don't want me to mess up with your little ass!" Alex expressed his emotions, along with that, he threatened George in a way that he quickly took few steps backwards whilst placing his hands on his butt.

He snarled crazily for being forced to feel scared and unsafe in his own house. George gritted his teeth as he snapped, "You made Amara cry, she was damn angry. I saw her tearing the pages of her books, I am sure when you will go inside, she will kill the heck out of you. Best of luck to you Mister bad guy!" Having that uttered, George ran away from there before Alex could take a look of his face properly.

"Bloody little ass!" Alex bawled in a little bit louder than his actual shout hence effusing his anger.

He adjusted his hair with his fingers and huffed crazily for George's words left him in more nervousness even then, he turned around and initiated his walk again.

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In here, Amara lied on her stomach whilst shedding tears of sorrow. Her eyes were red and cheeks looking fluffed up. Her pink lips were coated with a thin coat of lip balm and hair left open.

She was only in small shorts that put her long spender legs on view, the full sleeved top stuck to her perfect figure and highlighted her full breast. The specs were lying on the pillow next to her while the slow air made her hair to float lightly.

No way was she looking like the nerd Amara that she used to be college. She looked way too beautiful and hot. But the expressions of her face acted like the spots on the surface of moon.

She was staring at the screen of her phone. It was her and Alex's photo that they have had taken in the carnival at night. His hand was around her waist and their lips smiled at the camera like a couple. In fact there was a mark of Amara's pink lipstick on his jaw line beside the corner of his lips that was visible clearly.

And that made the photo look as if they were a couple. A happy couple!

Her fingers caressed his face. "I tried to forget you and your stupidity but you still annoy me. You come in my dreams ever since we started studying together and now, when everything is over, I can't get over you. I knew that you will hurt me still I can't stop myself from loving you, Alex." Her tears furtively scrolled down her cheeks.

She cried and cried yet her eyes never came off of his face. Everything in the picture had blurred, Amara can only see his face that smile at her. "I know I am not the girl you would ever hook up with still You could have at least called me? Didn't you feel anything for me ever? Not even a little bit!" Amara asked, her lips shook sadly as though she waited for him to speak to her from the picture alas, it was just a picture!

But a moment later, she chuckled to her question and cried again, "Oh why do I keep forgetting this again and again! I am not like those sassy girls of the college, why would you feel for me! Who would anyone want to love a boring topper whose only aim is to study... study... and study! Why would you like a girl like me who never laughed out loudly, never wore a short skirt, who never stripped her clothes in front of you, who never joined the guys to the pub, who never kissed a guy in the public and above all who never had the guts to be bold enough with her confidence!" Amara paused, she slid her finger on the screen of the phone and the picture changed.

This picture was taken in the library, from under the table. Alex was standing near the shelves searching for some books and it at the same time when the pic was captured. No doubts, the guy looked hot in the candid pic with a side profile. Amara caresses the length of his body and shed more tears.

It was not in her hands to stop herself from crying. She fucking fell for the baddest guy of the college, after all. And he was just not bad in terms of being bad in night life but in every way. However, even then, he stood as the best guy in the college why every girl liked him. He was a single piece of meat with that god like face and heart breaking smile!

Alas, it was of no used to think about him. He was out of Amara's league. He was a barbarian if she were an innocent prince of a king. He was a sinner if she were a girl who followed the preachings of a preach. He was a criminal if she were a daughter of the man who followed law strictly.

In all the fucking ways, they were not meant to be together. But how to explain this to her stupid heart that was still craving for his touch, his smile, his gaze and his presence.

Amara closed her eyes, she bit her lower lip in mental pain that his memories were giving her. "I want to forget you but I can't! I don't want to love still I do. I want to hate you but I can't, why?" Amara whispered to herself.

She was bearing the pain to herself when, out of nowhere, a voice spoke in her right ear, "Then don't force— yourself to hate me." Amara's eyes shot open in shock, she blinked her tears and slowly looked in her right.

Her eyes moistened more, as the realization hit her!

There was Alex laying on his stomach next to her, his eyes stared at his own photo in the phone while he said again, "Don't force yourself to hate, Amara." And with that, he upped his eyes from the photo and looked directly in Amara's eyes.

Nonetheless, she was in a statue mode. Her red face twinkled like a star in the dim lights of her room. Her eyes lashes rhythmically blinked as she stared at the image that looked exactly like Alex. "Why do you keep bothering my peace? How many times have I told you since morning to not annoy me. Why don't you get this thing in your head Alex Ragnar that I don't want to see you again and again." Amara move her face away from him.

"Ugh, go away, I don't want to think about you. You are just my imagination, go away!" It was now Alex's turn to stare her in shock but eventually burst into chuckles.

She assumed that he was just her imagination?

Like, really.

Gosh, how cute can she be at such times!

Alex licked his lips feeling joyful. He coughed and stared, "I am not your imagination, Amara. I am real. Look at me." Amara nodded her head in no while tears strolled down her cheeks from her closed eyes.

"Nope, just go away. You are my imagination. Otherwise, Alex would never come to me, never. I am nobody to him. Just nobody." Amara whispered in a broken tone.

Alex's heart sank in guilt seeing how much he hurt her indirectly. She was not ready to believe he was there for real. His eyes twinkled with some pearls of saline drops, and he smiled blowing some air out while looked up at the ceiling of her room.

Alex had not noticed her room earlier. When he reached her door, he found it slightly opened and his gaze directly fell on Amara's body that was on the bed laying on her stomach. He lost his senses when he spotted her waxed shining legs. She looked totally different from what he had seen her earlier!

Her hair were moving in the slow air while her without-specs-face warned him to see whether it was really Amara or somebody else. His eyes roamed everywhere on her body from the back, and he just sighed. She was beautiful! Although he was yet to see her from the front but her back was equally enticing him.

He was planning to hug her from the back and shower her neck and back with kisses, but he heard her whispering something. He tip toed in her room only to witness that she was crying by looking at the screen of her phone. And when he inched closer to see what was she staring at and crying— he was left stunned! For it was his photo, and she was ranting like a little girl.

"You still don't trust that I am seriously here?" Alex focused on the present, he washed away all the thoughts of what happened previously and concentrated on the present.

He grinned cutely seeing how Amara shook her head side wise in no. "I don't trust you. I know you won't ever come to see me." now this hurt his ego. Alex flared his nose while his eye lids srunk together at the accusation she put on him.

"Fine, you called this upon yourself" And with a swift move, he turned her around and hovered on her body.

Everything happened so suddenly that Amara cannot decide what to do and what not to. She felt her arms being pulled in a tight grip and were pinned above her head while a hand snaked around her waist and locked behind the back of her waist.

She was about to part her lips and shout in fear when her eyes met with a pair of dark orbs that were similar to Alex's and the next moment, she felt her lips being smacked hardly into a ferocious kiss. She felt her lips being sucked and harshly chewed and eventually her eyes widened realizing that it was happening in real.

Amara closed her eyes as Alex's lips kissed her harder and harder. She can't match his pace. She was about to moan out loudly when her lips were immediately left by him and grip around her wrists loosened. Amara breathed nervously as her fear filled eyes stared the familiar face that looked exactly like Alex.

"A-le-x... Yo-you... Are you really h-here?" Amara was still in the mode of shock while she stared in his eyes.

On the contrary Alex passed her cold harsh looks. His fingers sneaked inside her top and touched her skin as he groaned feeling her soft skin under his touch, "Nope, I am not in real, this is your imagination. Otherwise, that jerk Alex would never kiss you— like this." he replied repeating her words she says earlier, and He bent down and smacked her lips again, taking her off guard while Amara's now freed hands circled around his neck feeling his skin under her trembling fingers.

She closed her eyes feeling his teeth grazing her lips and tears of shock and amazement escaped her eyes.

He was fucking real!

Tbc…