Give Me A Second Chance novel Chapter 3

~~~Past Wind~~~

"Gotta say this girl, you've got a lot of guts in your spine." Claire teased me as I was trying to put the ball into the court but alas! Failed once again to do so, because my stupid best friend was distracting me and not letting me concentrate. If only she stopped talking for once.-

We are currently playing basketball and she wouldn't shut up about today's god damn incident with Kayish.

"For fuck's sake can you please just shut your mouth and let me focus on the game for once?" I scolded her as I caught the ball my teammates passed on to me.

"Okay! But I better get an explanation later," She yelled before leaving the basketball court and finally giving me a chance to breathe.

Though I have to admit, I was kinda hurt by her reaction towards the incident. Ever since that episode happened, she kept on asking me to give her all the juicy details regarding it and I already told her that there's nothing between us.

She thinks that Kayish and I were engaged in a so-called 'secret relationship' together and ended up fighting, so he came there to seek my forgiveness and gave me a breathtaking kiss. But I was still mad at him and apparently slapped him.

That's how she narrated the story to everyone and by 'everyone' I mean literally everyone in the college. And after spilling all that bullshit, she finally comes to me and says that she's proud of me for my guts? What kind of a person is she? Silly girl!

I came out of my notion and paid attention to the game. I love to play basketball. Whenever we get free time, I come to the ground and play basketball with my friends. Isn't it a distraction?

My seniors would sometimes challenge me to play with them. Most of the time it's me who prevails the match. Some people take this fact positively and are okay with the fact that I ace at it but some take it contradictory and create grudges just because of a little basketball match. It all depends on their conceit.

I have many friends here. They all are very close to me and they all know me very well.

I'm not that pretty but other people don't think like that. I play basketball every time I need to get my mind cleared. Morning's incident was still haunting my mind and I wanted to distract myself from it.

After finishing the match, I went to the washroom to change my clothes. When I walked out of the room and I saw him leaning on the wall with crossed leg and hands folded against his chest.

I ignored his gaze and started walking towards my locker. As I passed him, he stepped in front of me which made me halt in my track.

His baby blue eyes pierced through my body eyeing me up and down. I coughed awkwardly to get his attention back.

"I'm sorry. I know what I did today was really wrong." He apologized which took me off guard. Am I dreaming? Kayish Miller, the well-known player is here to seek My forgiveness??

"Never mind." I rolled my eyes and walked away while he was still standing there. I know how to handle these types of boys.

If I forgive him, I know that he will take advantage of it and would dare to take things further again. So it's better to avoid him from the beginning itself.

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I packed her lunch in a small tiffin box along with her snacks. She was so excited to start her school today, unlike the other kids who keep whining on their first day of school.

When the school bus arrived I kissed Sweety on her forehead and blinked my tears back.

I'm not a good mother though. I want to be there for her in every single step of her life but I have failed multiple times to so.

"All the best mom. You're going to work today, right?" Sweety asked and pecked my forehead.

She was way too mature for a four-year-old kid and honestly, I can't blame her either, because I know where she got that attitude from.

I prepared myself for the beginning of a new chapter in my life and got ready for my office. 'Why does it have to be on the same day as my daughter's first day of school?' I thought to myself as I mentally groaned.

My mind kept wandering around Sweety and I couldn't focus on anything else. Just as I was ready to leave, mom ringed me up and gave me a long lecture on what to do and what not. She still considers me an immature little child whereas I have one on my own.

Time flew by and right now, I'm standing in front of The Global Institute Of technology. I looked at my watch and heaved a heavy sigh. Thankfully, I made it to the place on time. It took me about thirty minutes to reach the office and I'm grateful that there was no traffic on the streets today.

I showed my ID card to the security and walked towards the entrance.

"How may I help you?" asked the receptionist as I reached the entrance. I showed my ID card to her and she kept eyeing me up and down before and smiling at me politely.

"Well..." she trailed off. "Don't get me wrong, Miss. Kader but I was just wondering how did you get this position at such a young age? Our company usually prefers those candidates only which have enough experience" She adjusted her glasses and looked at me.

"Yeah, I know Miss. Steplon." I read her name from her nameplate. "You are right but age shouldn't be a barrier restricting us from achieving our goals. Age is just a number, Maturity is a choice." I replied her back generously.

Her face lit up and she nodded her head as an agreement. I handed her my appointment letter.

"Ma'am, your office is on the 7th floor, right next to our boss' office," She informed me and handed my file back.

"Call me Riya. You seem young. So no formalities please." I told her.

"Payal." She stretched her hand out and I gladly shook it back. She is so funny and very young. I presume 19 or 20 years old.

I stepped out of the elevator, on the 7th floor and looked around the lobby furrowing my brows.

The area was still under construction and the employees were fidgeting all over the storey. Why everyone is so nervous?

"Mam, can you please step aside?"A person from behind me requested.