Deluged - The Teenage Love ✔️

Chapter 4

December, 2002.

That day still remains very much fresh in my memory, when I was returning home from my tutions. I wasn't expecting to see you that day. Anyways, I was crossing down the lane, when I witnessed a street fight.

I was cursing out the people who were involved in it, like, 'who do you think you are, a hero straight out of the south Indians films? Unaware and least concerned about the other people who were also walking down the road, having to witness some random strangers, with zero self respect, giving out some really indecent slangs'.

I don't understand why slangs are always associated to females, why not males...why slangs were even made in the first place, like who came with the damn idea?. But in the middle of all this, I heard a familiar voice, I tried to connect a face to the voice but to no avail.... until I saw him. I stared him for a while and feeling my eyes on him, he turned to look at me. Our eyes were locked in a heated passion in public, I felt embarrassed, I didn't want to be association with him, I don't know what went wrong with him.

He was continuously following me with his eyes, paying deaf ears to the guy beside him , who was constantly giving him slangs and shouting out, god knows what. I tried my best to ignore him. His eyes followed me till I disappeared from his sight. I turned back and walked a few steps closer to his side, just to see if he was still looking for me...because his eyes did something to me. It wasn't the butterflies or the zoo in the pit of my stomach, it strangely felt like a calm gust of wind that blew away all my worries with itself....my eyes found the spectacle when he punched the guy who stood in front of him, right across his face.

He was unaware that I was watching him. I burst into flames of anger. The plain simple truth is that , I hate violence. I wasn't really thinking much when I went straight upto him, ignoring the people who were looking at me...it was like, my brain went numb with anger, I went upto his side. I got hold of his hands. All eyes burning holes into my skull, with their intense stare. I told him to apologize for hitting that guy. Now the whole mob was looking at the two of us, more specifically at me, as if I suggested the most ridiculous thing ever. But I didn't step back, there wasn't any need to.

I looked at him in the eye, and told him again to say sorry , but instead he was smiling down at me, as if I were some clown. The audacity. I was still staring him, trying to talk some sense into his empty skull, but why would he listen to me, and the way he was smiling cutely at me, as if I was the only thing that mattered, wasn't helping the matter either.

He released his hands from my hold, brought them to his ears, smiled at me and said "sorry". Can you believe him?? He was dumb, that's what he was.

I told him again to say sorry to the other guy, and not to me. He looked at him and said sorry, still smiling don't know for what. I was so mad at him, I took to my heels, and started moving towards my home, without even looking back once. Such an arrogant person, I swear. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, but I couldn't care any less. This was the first time I felt this embarrassed, thanks to him. I decided to wait up for his call, so that I could screw him over.

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