Falling In love was never in their plan. For him she was like the Moon, a part of her always Hidden.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. Its about learning to dance in rain, and that's what he did he danced with her through the storm.
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On count of three
1 2 3!!!
Run!
I dashed down the hallway at the speed of light covering my face with a scarf apologizing to whoever I bumped into.
I turned my head to check if he was there or not. Big mistake, in seconds I was pinned at the nearest wall.
Oh that hurt like a bitch.
"Done running baby?"
Many things happen to my mind, heart, body whenever he says baby like that with a deep low voice. It gets me everytime.
I innocently looked at him half my face was covered with a scarf he wouldn't recognize me anyways.
I struggled to get out his grip,the grip was not so tight but strong enough to keep me in one place.
"Who are you?" I said in a slightly low voice different from my usual voice.
He raised his brows at me in amusement. Holding my hands in hand his other hand came to undo my scarf"You really thought I wouldn't recognise you? "
He had the audacity to laugh at me, this little-
I stood there huffing and glaring at him still not answering him.
"Are we really going to do this again? What did I told you about running and avoiding me?"
Embarrassed and flustered I stare at his chest, not wanting to meet his eyes. The idiotic horny stunt I pulled that day was just too much.
I don't regret it but I am just disappointed in myself. He said no, and no means no, I, out of all, people should know this.
I practically forced him, maybe he wanted to but it was wrong I shouldn't have pushed him so much. It was wrong because he said no.
But still my drunk ass couldn't decipher it. When I said I won't regret it I meant this, but I am very grateful he stopped me. I wanted this more than anyone but I also wanted it to be real, not any of my drunk shenanigans.
I have been avoiding him whenever I see him in the hallways because in the classroom I give a nonsense reason and run away from him. He knew I was purposely doing this. He also knew why I was doing this which was more frustrating because he didn't seem to be angry at me. When I say avoided I mean completed even if I refused him to cook for me, I lied saying I am going to eat at Aunty Min's, first he didn't believe me but I assured him but after that, there was food under my desk or in my bag . I knew he was the one, This made me more guilty. He should be angry at me.
He should be, but he isn't. That makes me more guilty. I was literally throwing myself at him just like all the girls did not that I am comparing them with me. I want to be different from them. Maybe I am because he stopped or maybe he just didn't want me in that way.
