Sincerely, The girl who left words Unsaid

4. Better_Banks

There is a fine line between everything especially right and wrong, love and lust, need and want, determination and desperation, regret and guilt, affection and infatuation. This can be only understood  when either you create that line on your own or end up standing on the line with one foot on either side and get torn in between.

Luna.

She joined the same college the year he met Jenny as a two-month exchange program.  Coincidentally, Luna joined creatives also at the same time. He hadn't even seen her face before and she already knew his name, friends, and whatnot. 

When they met it was awkward, it's always awkward with Shane.

It was the same night when Luna and Shane had met each other. She was instantly added to the group so that all the work notifications could be shared. He got her number from their only. He had jenny in that group too but he never messaged beforehand, he wanted to ask her number properly and talk. When talking to Luna he had kept in mind all the things he had heard or known about her. The conversation was like a fast forward. Everything escalated quickly. Strangers to acquaintances to friends to something else only in no time. 

To think of it, if even they both were asked to talk about what was there between them, it would have been a plain blank 'I don't know'.

There first ten minutes of their first conversation were about mutual friends and colleagues, the next ten minutes about crushes, the last boyfriend, and unfortunately the last girlfriend. 'Unfortunately' because Shane had none. Even his best friends who used to meet up in a decent time lap of say 6 months or even a year had stopped asking him this question 'So bro? You got a girlfriend now?' Shane's replies too changed from 'Nope, I haven't found the charmer yet' to 'Nope, but will find soon' to 'let's talk about something else' to  'fuck you'.

And in no time, the conversation escalated to digging out past stories, the last guy she hooked up with, the last girl he kissed, the color of lingerie she was wearing, and what they might do when they meet properly some other time. 

And whatever they thought they will do, they did.

The next day, there was an eagerness to meet Luna it was like seriously whatever they spoke was really going to happen? She was standing outside the seminar hall waiting for her lecture to start in five minutes. Coincidently, Shane's lecture had ended five minutes early that very day. Weird isn't it? 

Shane Blake dressed lazily and as usual in black. Black had always given him a strange comfort. Whenever asked 'Why black?' He would simply cross-question 'Why not black?' with a wink. Luna looked attractive in a sleeveless green top and tight-fitting jeans, she was very short but decently built. It wasn't very difficult to notice certain aspects of the top she wore, you could look deep down. Usually, Shane walked down directly using the main stairs, but it was that day he took the back route because his class homie boys had to take a leak in a group on the fourth floor only. It was like their 'thing' and he would be like 'gross'.

He didn't know Luna was there. Coincidence.

"Hey," he said in a formal courtesy.

"Oh hey!" she was shocked to see him, she wasn't expecting him to be there. Her eyes had popped out like swollen oranges (Irrespective of whether oranges swell or not).

"How are you?"

"I am good. Lectures over?"

"I guess yeah. Yours's starting now?"

"Yup mostly in five minutes, that stupid guy hasn't got the keys yet"

"I cannot agree more. He makes me wait outside my class early morning for fifteen minutes minimum, although I come very early but chuck it. Never mind. Did you say five minutes right? How about we sit and talk?"