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13. Is it just me or....

13. Is it just me or I feel the weirdness sticking in the stomach?

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"Um.. be-because.."

"Hm? Say it quick!" I demanded the answer that I was sub consciously waiting for.

His eyes glided to the ceiling for a bit and he said "It's because you are the only source of my entertainment in the class so it was quite boring without you."
His victorious smirk is what I used to hate the most but I don't know why and how something has soften up inside of me.

"Now, let's go dumbhead. We have to attend the third period atleast." He said towering me up which made me stumble a bit. This asshole.

"Who you calling a dumbhead huh?" I shouted as he runs away to save his damn life which will be ended by me if he is caught.

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I am still trying to process the thing my friends said. It seems so unimaginable that something like this can also be possible. He has got feelings for me? How? And why didn't he just told me instead of putting on this bully show?
I sigh as I got no answer to any of these questions and my packing is still left as well. I tug my cycle forward as I walk out of the school gate.
Greeted by my friends, cheering me up after seeing me sulk, I reach home.

"I'm back!"
No answer.

"Mom?"
No answer. It's not normal. She would have done something badass or taunt me or make a joke on me till now. But there is no response.
I check the whole house to see a sticky note on the fridge.

I'm going out for a while for some work. Maybe it can take time. Make sandwiches for yourself. And don't leave the house empty.
-Mumma

Oh. So she's out. Looks like I got the whole house to myself. Owww how I love this moment. Being alone in the house. Yipeeee!!!
I jump around as if I won a national award. I can dance wherever I want, or just move weirdly as I wish. No one to see or judge. Or I can watch a movie and won't have to care about the censored scenes. Haha. I can just be free.

I run to the kitchen to make some sandwiches quickly and get on with the movie I've been wanting to watch for a while.
The white countertop with turmeric stains the counter top like the spots on a giraffe. Unfortunately, I can't take it out can I? Uff it's been years. No freaking possibility.

It takes me some minutes to make sandwiches and clean the area afterwards. I look at the clock hanging over the TV I'm dying to watch. It's 5.
Okay, so I really don't feel the time flying. Proved today. It's been one and a half hour I've been home and i just made sandwiches and not even changed from the school clothes.
Bravo Radha!
Sheesh. What a waste of time!
I cringe at myself and run to my room to change into my grey oversized shirt and black polka dot shorts which has two pockets. My most favourite thing is pockets in my clothes.
I've seen more pockets in boys clothes rather than girls. I can't figure out exactly why but that's the dumbest thing the clothing industry has ever decided to do.

They give me the most comfort I can get out there. Just to be at home and chillin.
I grab my sandwiches and switch on the TV, adjusting myself in a comfortable position and get lost in the world of cinema.

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I wake up with a jolt. My eyes feel croaky and restricted, my vision is blurry, I can't feel my hands, legs numb, and my head is pounding like someone is beating it with a hammer.
I look around, slowly making sense of where and who the fuck I am.
Some minutes of silence and adjusting my poor vision, my almost dead brain makes sense of everything.
I'm at my home. My name is Radha. It's 8 o'clock and I'm sitting on my sofa, TV on with another movie than what I chose and half eaten sandwiches are kept on the plate in front of me. I look around and find half sandwich totally ambushed under my elbow and bread crumbs on the whole red coloured sofa and my body. It feels itchy here. I slept in the middle of eating. Typical me !