Chapter 3 The Hilarious First Meet

Past

Jogging in the moonlight, can be so relaxing I never gave it a thought, but as I run on this big bridge, I feel like, with every step I move forward, a part of me forgets my traumatic experience of years for a while. Usually, being a morning runner, I make it a habit to at least run for an hour or so before I begin my hectic day. But for some reason today morning, I felt myself laying in my bed rather than doing my chores. But now that after getting over for the day, it was time for people to drift into the peaceful slumber, I decided to get rid of my worries. Not that it was something permanent but maybe for a while my mind will get over a few harsh memories or rather I should say my own past personality which was the sole reason for this loneliness and constant throbbing pain in my chest. The wind hit me hard on the face and taking it as a cue that I should pull up my hoodie over my head, I ran faster and stronger.

I didn't know what I was trying to achieve at that moment, but all I knew was that I was running away from the reality which was thrown at my face every day whenever I sat in my office watching families, lovers, and friends walking in my restaurant: The Price Inns.

The restaurant was a constant reminder to me of my father since he created it with his hard work and dedication.

And indeed, when I saw it gaining popularity in Times Square, I couldn't help but feel all the more guilt-stricken because he wasn't here to see the fruits of his overtime, his extreme positive belief that one day his restaurant is going to be the most popular place of the entertainment spot of New York City.

And there again as I remember him, it brings back every memory that I had of my father, mother, brother, sisters...and a sigh escaped my lips as I feel sweat covering my forehead. Realization crawls up my mind that...Now, all that I had were few shreds of haunting memories of my past which won't let me be in peace for even one night. I didn't blame anyone because it was my own doing. I was the reason my family wasn't with me and if someone comes and put me behind the bars for the rest of my life, I won't complain but I wasn't blessed enough to reach that stage. In fact, I wasn't blessed to have anything. I was cursed to die with this pain and loneliness. I was reaching the end of the bridge when I felt the buzzing of my phone. Shifting my attention to my side pocket of the hoodie I started searching for my phone.

My eyes fixated downwards on my pocket as I continued to run, trying to pull out my cell, but before I can halt or see the person running towards me, I felt myself bumping against someone making us fall back on our butts with a thud.

"Holy shit!!" I cursed loudly as my cell now lied on the ground broken into pieces.

Gritting my teeth, I turned my attention to the person in front of me, and as soon as the person flipped their hair around now mumbling something under their breath, I find myself getting lost in the beauty that was scrunching up her nose in Infront of me.

"What are you? Man of Steel?" Her angry voice boomed bringing me back out of my trance.

Rubbing her head, she stood up on her feet while I kept on sitting there shocked. After years, for the first time I stared at a girl with some odd feelings and if that was not enough, then once again I found myself staring at her 5'7 tall figure.

She was dusting her black tracks while glaring at me. Her honey brown eyes glared at me angrily, while she kept on pushing away her long golden-brown curls which were disturbing her view as well as mine.

"What the hell do you think you are staring at, Mr.?" She yelled at me again and this time I finally gathered myself up and towered over her with my tall figure making her step back a little. I stared at her deadpan for a while.

Her eyes roamed over my face in confusion but having enough of my blank look, she busted again but this time, more angrily; "Are you deaf, Man of Steel?"

I gave her a look which said that I-was-really-not -interested in her queries. I would rather be smelling a rotten egg instead of quarreling with a female.

Okay, that might be a little harsh, but I wasn't really fond of females anymore due to...

Before I could dwell further in my own world, I felt a strong punch right on my chest. In normal circumstances, I wouldn't have moved from my place, but since it was quite unexpected, I stumbled on my steps in utter disbelief. Did this woman just hit me? That surely was another first but why the hell did she just punch me? What did I do?

"Ahh," she cried holding her fist bringing me back from my trance while a smirk all of a sudden came across the sides of my lips.

"Now you know what this Man of Steel is actually in real! And by the way, Man of Steel is too cliche phrase, why don't you try Metallic Man? Will help me boost my ego a little more than usual!" I mocked with pure sarcasm in my tone.

My brows raised at her as she was still caressing her fist with which she hit me, but as soon as my words registered in her brains, she straightened her posture staring right through me.

And all of a sudden, I felt exposed. It was like she was peeking a look at my soul through her captivating eyes which held so many emotions in them.

"First you stare at my cleavage like a shameless jerk, and then have the audacity to boast yourself and your good for nothing ego, you Wolf Face, I'll sue you for lusting over me!" Her angry outburst took me by surprise, but I was least bothered about her threats.

"Oh hello, get over your self-obsession, Ms. Cow Face! And if you are intelligent enough, then you would know that with a face as yours, a man like me won't ever be lusting over you or your assets but cringing with disgust.” I purposely insulted her to rile her up more for some reason.

Now I may sound creepy, but there was something about her that was very fascinating as well as infuriating. The more she got angry, the more her nose was flaring while her cheeks, were becoming red.

"You Wolf Face! How dare you?" She busted angrily, grabbing my hairs in her fist pulling them like a spoilt brat who couldn't handle one wrong word against her beauty. Did I just say beauty? Oh yes, she was one hell of a beautiful girl but man her hold was hurting my hair and I was so sure I might become bald if she didn't stop her maddening activity anytime soon.

"Hell woman, leave me," I tried to push her away from me but damn it was like some ghost of wrestler took over her body because she was shaking me up like an insane person hurting my scalp.

"Dammit!! Leave me, You reincarnation of Satan!" I yelled now pissed and tired and don't know what came over me, I grabbed her hair too. Wow, twenty-one-year-old Daniel Price is pulling a girl's hair to get rid of her! Kodak moment of the day surely!

"You asshole, leave my hairs. I swear I'll murder you and dump your body in this ocean!"

"Too bad you witch. First, you need to get a weapon to murder me, and then you might need some help to throw me down from here which I am sure you are not getting so your plan is a complete failure!" I boasted as we both went around in circles, glaring at each other.

Our hands were still in the other's hairs, as the need to revenge was clouding our minds.

"Stop it!" We heard chorus voices from somewhere, but we were too busy fighting.

"First, you walk like a blind mutt and bump into me making me fall and breaking my cell, and now you are after my hairs, is there any end of your madness, Ms. Cow Face?"

I ignore the voices coming from behind as she growled at me with angry eyes.

"I swear I will kill you the first thing if I get any weapon!" She threatened me and I passed her a smirk pulling her hair more harshly, but just then a bullet was fired freezing us at our places.

"You both are under arrest for causing an unnecessary nuisance on the street!" I heard the strong heavy voice of the man who was behind me.

The color drained from our faces as we stared at each other in shock. Who called the cops?

And before anything could make sense, we both yelled at the top of our lungs.

"I will kill you!"