It just felt right because It was unnecessary drama.

I made her cry(17)

Proceed with caution 🚧, I used Google Translate to translate from English to Tamil, so if I messed up the language, deepest apologies, I only speak and understand Tamil.

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Tell her she is ugly, she has friends out of pity, she is a miserable kid, she is friends with a Python, life is not always about her, face the world and suffer.

His words were vile, such mere words won't have broken her but the hidden venom sure did.

I shouldn't have delivered the message.

I made her cry again.

She broke into tears in the middle of the library.

Priya and Tan tried to pacify her.

I just sat opposite her and didn't do anything.

I didn't know what to say or do to pacify her.

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"Why did you tell her that, you made her cry, I made her cry, why can not I just apologise to her? Ann", Mark screamed at me.

Mark went on with his rambling.

The class was still empty after recess except for the 3 of us.

"I don't know, you said to deliver your message and I did and as to why can't you apologise? I don't know, Mark." I replied.

"He made her cry?"Darren asked.

"Ya, he did and I involuntarily helped him. Can you kill me?", I pleaded.

"Do I look like someone who can kill?"Darren retorted.

"He driving me nuts slowly or rather, I'm letting him get into my head."

"You need to lessen the leave of absence."

"I am not feeling it, I want to die, I am losing it slowly. It's like I am losing all hope and sinking into Abyss."

"Yusra ma'am not going to like this. It's like the second you step into this class, you knew you are doomed."

"My demerits got up to me. Fuck, just when I want to study and get my act together. Everything fucks up."

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"Let me repeat myself, you want to apologise to Miranda Qistina Thomas and I should assist in this because I made her cry not once but twice, so I equivalent of being remorse, "I announced rather shocked nearly falling off the chair.

Chairs were made to stand on 4 legs.

"Yes," Mark replied as if this is the sanest conversation we are having.

He was standing in front of me with his hands on the desk opposite mine.

"Darren please tell me you can kill me."I pleaded.

It becoming an everyday request.

Am I a masochist?

"I can not."Darren retorted heads deep into my human anatomy book, I have a thing for biology.

"Why not just walk up to her and beg and grovel for one? It's the sanest act for you.", I proposed.

"Why not you just deliver it as a message again?", Mark retorted hesitantly.

"Are you ducking seriously?"I queried kinda pissed.

"I believe it fucking seriously and doing that doesn't seem genuine, an apology comes from the bottom of the heart with the pure desire of it being genuine," Darren spoke from his seat head still in the book.

"Don't correct my words, I meant what I meant and go back to your seat now.", I wanted to cry, it was getting on my nerves.

"Hah, dating lah tu, Kalau nak dating,pergi dating kat tempat yang tutup,tak malu ke dating kat public.", ragged a classmate as she walk into class.

Translation:

Hah, you guys are at it again, if you guys want to go on a date, do it somewhere closed and private, aren't you ashamed of doing it in public?

We had to remove our shoes to enter class.

We mostly had our forced by circumstances assembly during the window time of back from recess still waiting for the next-period teacher.

It was Graphic Communications Technology now, Mrs Yusra went on a maternity break, and her substitute teacher was an older woman.

"பிட்ச் மார்க்குடன் காதல் செய்ய நேரம் கிடைத்தது, மார்க் அவளுடன் பிரிந்துவிடுவான் என்று நம்புகிறேன்.", Heema uttered as she sat opposite me.

"ஆம், அவன் அவளிடம் என்ன பார்க்கிறான் என்று எனக்குத் தெரியவில்லை", Kirthana humoured her as she took her seat beside Heema.

Translation:
"Bitch had time to romance with Mark, I hope Mark breaks up with her."

"Ya, I have no idea what he sees in her."

"Rest assured, ladies I am not interested in that bastard Mark, I rather kill myself than talk to him, he is a nuclear weapon to my soul, "I replied to them as I took the required book for the subject out of my bag.

Shocked was etched into their face hearing my reply. All this time they had been gossipping about me in Tamil without the idea of knowing I understood the language.

I have no idea why everyone assumes the nature of our relationship is romance when in truth, we don't have a bond, we just got twisted in each other demerits.

It was a small victory to me but now I had more serious matters to worry about.

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"Mia-chan, Mark wants to apologise to ya."

"You are high while you're in school, Ann."

"I wished."

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"Walk up to her and apologise, the second you said you're sorry run from there and just let her process it, "I explained to Mark.

He walked up to her, I had told Mark wanted to ask for forgiveness, so she agreed to wait for him by the library door.

He stood in front of her, and their eyes met.

" You think he will do it."

"Cleanse thee's mouth with ever clear, don't jinx him."

Mark ran past us and sat on the stairs behind us.

Our class was 1 floor above the library.

Mia gave me what the fuck just happened gaze when our eyes met.

Darren walked toward her and I turn to face the boy behind me.

"Let me guess you turned into a puddle, "I question Mark.

He was hugging his knees with his head tucked in between.

"Sorry, I just lost it," he replied muffled.

"I know, let's just try again, "I replied with a sigh as I messed his hair a little.

"Sure.", he squeaked out while I continue rubbing his hair.

He uses way too much gel.

The first time was a huge fail.

Let's hope we get it the next time.

Don't jinx it, please for the love of Lucifer Morningstar.

I just did.