The Neighbours

Chapter-30

This chapter has a link with 'Chapter -3'

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Stella's POV

I walk in the hallway of my school with my head down, trying hard to hide around. It's foolish that I can feel stares even the eyes are close pairs. No glares heading towards my way, yet l feel everyone know about my tears that I shed. My fears rise on every step of each stair.

Shit. What is happening with me?

Maybe it is because of this morning how his sea foam green orbs shut closed when our eyes met together to pause the moment but wait it is good because we need to be away from each other, right? That time I felt no sorrow then why do I feel it now?

I walk to my class, not dare to keep my head up for once. I sit on my regular chair and heave a sigh of relief and thank God for not unexpectedly making us meet.

Students start entering the class. The room slowly starts getting crowded with people and their blabbering. Either it's their whisper or their loud ringing but whatever they say it feels like every term is directed towards me. Shortly, Zoe enters the class with a smile like a sudden beam of sunlight which is made to light your day but agonizingly, gets disappeared in the dense forest of my dejection. When she sees me not returning the smile, she raises her eyebrow in question and was about to shout to ask me about my distress when Mr Bruce enters the class, and her question punctuates in the mid-air.

She abruptly shuts her mouth and walk with heavy footsteps to sit to my left side. I open my history book when realization washed over me and my hands froze in its place. I blink few times to realize if I am really going to accept the truth face to face . As a reflex action, my hands slowly rise and come over my mouth when I find only one seat vacant in the whole class which was to my right side. My heart starts beating frantically, a part of me is afraid while on the other hand a part of me is excited to see his green orbs but no leading someone is wrong. This is not good.

Suddenly, the door of the class is wide open and enters the person I was mentally trying to run away from, however my heart still beats for him to come.

I look down at my book and start silently reading the chapter to myself to avoid those pair that stares to tear my heart into two but little do he knows that it is still left with you.

I gaze at those green eyes, writing different praises in my mind to recall the kindness they reflected every time even hearing my worst words, nevertheless they called me mine.

Many a times a sleep is an escape from these steep slopes of life and similarly mine was his gorgeous eyes and that's why I didn't perceive when they moved to connect with mine.

Oh no! I look away but it's too late now because I know that he has already caught me staring at him. I divert my eyes towards many angles but at last they come to rest on his sea foam green orbs formed as a set of bangles.

His eyes look so deeply at me, which makes me think and even believe that he can read my thoughts. He walks towards me without breaking the eye contact and sits to my right.

SHIT!

It feels so same like it has happened before, like I have seen it before but lost the keys which can revive the memory by unlocking the door.

I turn my head towards right to look at him and find him looking straight at the board.

It's fine.

My thoughts are interrupted when Zoe starts coughing. Not again. As always she is pretending to, so that she can get my attention and do I wanna know why she is doing? To be honest, I know what she is going to say. Thank God! She is not hooting right now.

I look at Zoe to only see her face beaming with happiness. She raises her eyebrows and then coughs again and lastly mouths 'You both look perfect.'

I just roll my eyes at her statement. I am not in a mood of explaining but it hurts when I address her statement with mean action.

What is wrong with me?

"Silence." Mr Bruce says and every storyteller became a tight-lipped man. "So who is going to tell me what city was the first capital of the United States?"

Philadelphia.

I know the answer but there is something that ceases me from answering and before I can overcome it, someone in the back seat shouts the answer.

"Good." Mr Bruce remarks.

"What happened to beauty with brain?" I shiver at the whisper and look at Harry leaning on his chair.

I take a deep breath and say in an exasperate tone, "What?"

I feel happy that he is talking to me right now even though his words voices rudeness but still I feel okay.

"What what?" He mimics me that makes me roll my eyes even so it was funny how he did.

"So?" He says again looking intensively at me.

"So?" This time I mimic him feeling proud of one of my shittiest comeback.

He smirks and raises an eyebrow at my behaviour. I was about to look away when his voice stops me, raising the fine hair on my back with terror washing over me, "We're not over yet."

"Wh-hat what do you mean?" I ask him trying to play out cool.

"You know what I mean." He is not looking at me but sure his words have made much impact that I can't look away from him.

"There was never-" I get interrupted by him.

"Don't you ever say that, Stella. I didn't just like you to be at last repelled by you. I know you're hiding something and just know that you won't be able to hide it from me for a long time." He declares it like a fact after all it is one but no, I won't let him know it. I have hid it as a secret for many years not just to spill it one day.

"I am not hiding anything." I say but my sentence breaks after every word giving him a hint that I am hiding.

"I don't care." He simply says.

The bell rings.

I just look at him confuse trying to ignore the certainty of him discovering my bruise. I think of an excuse to choose before his views spread like news.

Convinced that today was a new day but it felt like it was a scene from my lost past days. Like a movie put on rewind with its dialogue not fine. Like same article with its headline intertwined. Like a television show with cliché lines heard million of times. Like a strange experience of something familiar. Just like what people say and I share 'It all felt like déjà vu.'

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