Old friends

My mind did not register his words and I looked at him with a murderous rage in my eyes. Would you blame me? If I hated anyone more than the bullies of my college then that would be this guy who was looking at me with a cold expression on his face. I would have laughed like a psychopath considering the fact that we used to be best friends in high school. How the tables turned and I couldn't bear to look at him without wanting to slap him. I am not a violent person and to be very honest it is difficult for people to evoke a response from me other than the indifference that is my 24/7 face expression. But oh boy how I would like to stab him with the knife that is in my kitchen and how absolutely amazing it would-

"Khansa?" Kabeer took my name as if he was confirming it was the right name. Was he for real? I mean, he went to Australia for his studies after 5th grade and I had heard from some students that he was going to pursue medicine . Well, that wasn't really surprising as he always wanted to become a doctor. He was always the golden child with a saviour complex so good for him I guess. So maybe, he doesn't really remember anything. But why is he back?

I tried to play dumb and gave a very oscar worthy performance, "How do you know my name?" I tried to study his features and marveled at how mature he looked with his sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. I was giving off a vibe that I was trying to recognize him but in reality I was noticing the differences that had taken place over the years.

His jaw had gotten razor sharp and I wanted to laugh at him upon seeing how toned and muscular he had gotten because when we were kids he absolutely hated the thought of gym and athletic build and now one could guess the guy spent a lot of time in the gym. How the hell does he get time to go to the gym with such a tough studies?

He frowned, "Are you serious?" Yes, so bloody serious. I wanted to tell him to go to hell but I refrained from doing that.

I made a very annoying expression, "You see, I am a very busy person. I have a lot of home work and assignments that I have to submit so I really don't have time to recognize someone I might have talked to for like two or three times" Little did he know I remembered every detail about our friendship.

He just looked at me with an emotionless gaze, "Old habits die hard, I see you still haven't grown up. Still cannot refrain from creating drama" How dare he talk like he knew me? An absolute prick.

I gave out a laugh, "Excuse me? I-

The car door flew open and Tate stood there with a weary expression on her face but upon seeing us both she huffed out, " Oh God, I totally forgot to tell you that it's my brother's car so obviously he'll be dropping us off" Wait, what? Which brother? As long as I could remember he was the only son of his parents.

Kabeer gave her a furious glance, "I think you meant to say step-brother?" Tate rolled her eyes, "Okay, whatever makes you sleep better at night" Did his parents get divorced? That was shocking because Kabeer used to be so close to them. It was something that I envied a lot from his life in childhood. I felt a pang of hurt for him but I removed it as quickly as it came.

"Get in the car" He muttered and started the car. Tate narrowed her eyes but didn't argue any further before occupying the seat beside Kabeer.