The Awakening

AV Club

FAHIMA'S POV

She was sat in the bleaches with music playing in her ears, a failed attempt to block out the excessive conversation that left her her head spinning and heart racing.

Fahima was glad to be out with her friends as she was big fan of school events, even if her sensory issues had gotten the best of her.

Her chocolate brown hair was drawn back in a sleek bun, loosely coiled curls drawing down from her side burns. The few piercings that littered her small face and ears drew in attention. She was charming. Fahima was a kind girl, a social butterfly but she remained close to her tight knit group who had come together years prior.

"Skyy if our garbage team loses you have to buy me slime for forcing me to come." whispered Anushka, hoping any parents in the stands would be obvious to their bitter words.

"We're not gonna lose." Skyy stated simply.

Fahima's eyes drew around the gymnasium lazily landing on a group sat directly across from them on the bleachers. Of the five boys, none necessarily stood out except one; his eyes were already trained on her. He immediately looked down when their eyes met, leaving Fahima giggling slightly. He was cute.

Her thoughts were soon cut off by the baring PA system announcing the game was about to commence. The players ran out of locker room, the intro of Industry Baby playing loudly as they entered. Cheers erupted from the crowd insinuating this game was gonna be live.

The three projectors slowly lowered from the roof, each displaying a comedic video created by the basketball players in an attempt to fundraise. The video had the viewers laughing, pointing out specific players and recalling the events.

Right as the video was reaching its ending, the screen cut out, a new imagine on display for all eyes to see.

Fahima face fell.

The pit of her stomach churned as she was staring back at an image of herself.

It was a picture taken a month prior of Fahima in a moment she was not too proud of. The image contained the girl, under the influence. Makeup smudged, dried tears on her face and a joint in hand as she was passed out on the floor the washroom.

'This can't be real' she thought to herself

"Who the fuck did this?" an angered Ayan shot out, her demeanour shifting from her usual welcoming self.

Murmurs broke out, some students laughing and pulling out their phones while others shot Fahima a look of sympathy.

The girl tried to steady her breath, she got up silently to leave, attempting to keep her tears at bay as she felt the humiliation wash over her.

"Fahima, wait." Eman pleaded. Her calls went ignored as the girl fled the gymnasium.

Tears blurred her vision as she continued to walk aimlessly, finally finding an empty auditorium in a more secluded area.

Her thoughts ran wild. Who would do this to her? What could she have done to deserve this? She was certain none of her friends would ever do something like this knowing how she hated unwanted attention

The door burst open causing Fahima to wipe her tears in a frenzy.

"Hi." the deep smooth voice spoke softly.

She turned around revealing the boy who had been staring at her earlier.

"Hi, what's up?" Fahima let out quietly, knowing her voice would quiver if she spoke any louder.

"I don't wanna ask if you're okay because clearly you're not but I thought I'd help your friends find you, they looked worried. Which is understandable, I don't know why somebody would ever do something so horrible especially to a girl like you, you seem so kind. But if it makes you feel any better I went into the control room and turned the off the projects. There was no one in there so I'm assuming the person left as soon as they uploaded the picture. I guess AV club was useful after all." the boy rambled on never pausing to take a breath.

They stared at one another silently.

"Sorry, I'm Kun." he smiled at the girl sympathetically.

"Thank you, I was hoping it would be turned off by now but I didn't want to stick around any longer. And I'm Fahima." the girl offered back.

"Is this the first ti-" Kun was cut off by the door swinging open, yet again.

This time Fahima's friends entered, along with the group of boys Kun had been sitting with earlier.

"Fifi when I find out who did this I'll have their head on a stick" threatened Anushka, walking over to console their friend.

Fahima faintly smiled at her nickname, letting out a sigh.

"I mean yeah, the picture was embarrassing. I thought I had seen everything related to that night but so many people just witnessed that. I don't want word getting back to my mom, she'll kill me." she let out overwhelmed just at the idea.

"We'll figure it out, we always do. It won't get back to your family, trust." said Skyy comfortingly.

The room fell still

"Not to be rude but why are you guys here?" Ayan questioned, clearly on edge about this situation at hand

Fahima noticed the younger looking boy shift his gaze to the ground as Ayan spoke.

"Oh, right." the tallest one spoke, earning the attention of the room. "Kun insisted we come help find you. This fool has been praying for an opportunity to talk to y-" an alarmed voice stopped the boy from finishing his sentence.

"Anyways!" Kun spoke hurried. "As you know, I'm Kun." he turned to Fahima.

"These are my friends, Doyoung, Johnny, Jaemin and Jisung." he pointed to each person as he said their names.

Fahima's friends let out a chorus of responses, each introducing themselves.

"Thank you guys for checking up on me, for whatever reason." announced Fahima, glancing at Kun curiously.

His blush went unnoticed by the emotional girl, offering her a smile back.

"Has anything like this happened to you guys before?" Doyoung questioned. Fahima had seen him around the school before. He was a fourth year, present at the orientation that took place at the beginning of the school year. A student who was very involved at the university.

"No." the group responded unanimously.

"Well.. there is one thing." a cautious voice spoke. It was Jisung.

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