𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

💙Chapter 8💙

Too much discussion leads to a quarrel.
~African proverb

My mind was not settled for literally the whole day I was in all my classes. I couldn't wipe off the imaginary image of Tristan rejecting me as I opened up to tell him my feelings.

Just when the bell rang, I  felt completely startled and a part of me felt like I should just run away and pretend as though I forgot.

I slowly walked to the football pitch, with second thoughts about what I was about to do.

I then got my African printed material and gently placed it on the ground where I decided to sit while waiting for Tristan. I did my best to relax.

After what felt like several relaxation sessions, I saw Tristan from a distance heading my way. Even though I did not know what exactly he wanted to talk about, I knew very well that it would be so unwise to admit certain truths at this stage.

I waited, as I watched him come to where I was seated. A part of me knew how creepy it was to eye him in the manner that I was, but I didn't care.

"Luna,  how are you?" Tristan asked while taking a seat on my neatly put material.

" I am---" I couldn't finish my sentence as I was suddenly cut off by Tristan's grip on my waist, forcing me to put my hands on his shoulders in an attempt to hug him back.

"I don't know why, but I missed you." He said with his hands still on my waist.

I knew very well that if anyone saw us like that, it would lead to so many suspicions, but I did not care. His hug made me feel so relaxed.

He immediately let go and a part of me still wanted the hug to last longer.

"Yeah, so you know why I called you here?" Tristan immediately asked after noticing the awkward silence between us.

"Yes, you said to have a little talk about something important," I replied.

"Yeah... it's about you, Luna."

About me? What about me?

"Me?" I asked startled.

"Yes Luna, I called you here so we could get some privacy. I want to know what's  going on with you." Tristan said." The other time I spoke to you ... you were crying. What's troubling you?"

I could feel my lips tightening as I heard his question. There was no way I would tell him the truth.

"Don't you dare lie to me, Luna! "He said, almost like he could discern my thoughts from my expression." If anything is troubling you  can tell me, I am your friend."

"Okay fine, it has just been really difficult for me to fit in in this school. I am constantly bullied." I replied. Well, that was no lie I was constantly getting bullied but that was not the reason why I cried.

"Who is bullying you?"

"Actually, they are so many. " I replied truthfully ."Almost everyone, with their words. Others with their actions."

"What do they say to you?"

"They call me so many nicknames I have even lost track of some of them." I answered sheepishly ." The other time you found me glued to a locker they did that to me."

"Well, who did that? "He asked angrily." I need to take my time and give them a test of their own medicine."

I raised a brow at him.  This guy was simply hilarious, the same person he wants to 'give a test of their own medicine' happens to be his girlfriend.

"It would be better if I kept their identity a secret," I said. I know I hate Kassy and seeing her glued to a locker would be the best revenge but what would be better than taking her boyfriend away from her.

"Oh, so now you're keeping secrets from your best friend?"

"No, I think I shouldn't disclose that person. I think life will just give them a test of their own medicine."

"Fine.. you don't want to mention any names so I guess I am done. See ya later." Tristan said while trying to get up.

"No don't go... " I replied while holding his arm and pulling him back down." We still haven't talked about other things."

"What other things?"

"I don't know, maybe about how I can fit in a school that doesn't accept me," I said sheepishly.

"Luna, it is not like you have been rejected or something."

"Oh, really? Have you heard the names they call me? Names like 'that thing'." I said angrily." I have clearly been rejected."

I could feel a tear slowly flow down my cheek from my left eye. I never knew that the name-calling would actually get to my head.

Tristan immediately noticed how emotional discussing that made me feel that he wiped the tear away with his finger and took me into his embrace.

I felt better just being in his arms.

"I am sorry, Luna. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"You didn't make me cry. Reality did. Everyone hates me and I was so dumb to ignore it. I thought I could fit in but I was so wrong."

"Not everyone, I don't hate you ."

That's exactly what I wanted to hear.

"Thanks. At least I know you don't  hate me." I said while tightening my grip on his waist.

"Luna, even if the whole school will hate you, I will always be there for you. I want you to know that." He said bluntly." Just ignore the haters, I am still here that is all that matters."

"Thank you, I feel so much better," I said while wiping the rest of the tears on my face. I also slowly came out of Tristan's embrace.

"Anything else  you would like to tell me?"

"No...wait I do. Where is Ava?"

"With Brandon.  He really loves her. He carries her around the house and he even offered to  be carrying her during class."

"Doesn't she make noise?"

"No, surprisingly ."

"Then I guess he is fortunate. But I need to carry Ava home on one of the days."

"Ok then I will tell him to give her to me, then I will bring her to you tomorrow ."

"Good, I actually miss her annoying crying," I said making both of us giggle slightly.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, thank you Tristan for making me feel better. I really appreciate it." I said, then I kissed him on his cheek." Bye 'best friend' ."

"Um... bye... Lun...I mean best friend."

I couldn't believe I  just did that, I just kissed his cheek. That move really surprised me. 

Anyways why should I worry when it is just a friendly gesture.

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