Never in my life had I worked so hard just to know someone's name.
But all that work was worth it cause after two days I finally know her name.
Natasha.
I couldn't wait to rub it in her face that I finally knew her name but today was a school holiday and I wouldn't see her till tomorrow which didn't sit well with me.
As usual I decided to go for my run at sunset and go to my special mountain to look at the city because I was feeling a little crappy now.
I sat there listening to music and as I looked at some of the scars on my body , each memory replayed reminding me exactly how I had gotten them.
It wasn't something I could forget about no matter how hard I tried.
Suddenly my breath sped up and my vision became blurry, I felt my lungs burn and there was a sour taste in my mouth.
"Are you okay?" A voice asked from behind me as I stood up stumbling my way back home.
" I'm fine!" I responded not wanting help from a stranger.
" You don't look fine "
" Then stop looking!" I yelled looking back to see her standing there looking hurt?
I didn't want to see her that way so I just ran back home and locked myself in my room, practicing my breathing because I was that stubborn.
No matter if I was dying I would rather die than ask for help from my parents since my brother wasn't around..
What bothered me though was how badly I snapped at Natasha when she was only trying to help.
Tuesday morning.
I wasn't feeling like going to school today but I did anyway.
I have had my plenty share of anxiety attacks, but I've always been able to handle them but the one I had yesterday did not sit well with me. To make matters worse bloody insomnia decided to pay me a visit so not only am I feeling shitty I also want to sleep so badly.
I don't wear makeup so the dark circles under my eyes were very much visible but I didn't mind I look so hot I can rock eyebags any day.
I spent most of my time in the library and listening to music, I didn't want to be near my crew today since my social battery ran out.
My classes went by agonisingly slow and when it was finally time for us to go home I couldn't wait.
That was until I saw Natasha in the parking lot casually leaning on a truck and typing something on her phone as she started walking away. It crossed my mind that I should probably go and apologise, so swallowing my fat pride I checked if no one was watching since I didn't want to be found talking to a rival gang member since that would put me in a difficult spot.
Seeing no one I ran towards her and chased her.
"Hello Natasha, you look beautiful today." I spoke walking next to her.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "What do you want?"
" Your number."
" Fuck off."
" Feisty, nice. Anyways I'm serious I really need to talk to you."
She stood looking at me as if she was trying to figure something out.
" No"
"If I could find your name so easily then I can definitely find your number." I said shoving my hands in my pockets.
"You're really full of yourself aren't you?"
" Not full of myself, just confident." I shrugged.
"Fine but that doesn't mean I'll talk to you." She said rolling her eyes.
" Thank you." I said after she gave it to me as I watched her walk away I jumped up and down excited that I finally got her number as I ran to my car.
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My World In Hers
عاطفيةHave you ever fell for someone you weren't supposed to? Someone you never in a thousand years imagined yourself with? Well then meet Amara and Natasha from two different dance groups who happen to be rivals. The rivalry and hate is so thick it can b...