A Journey From Hatred To Love

I'm Screwed

Chapter 9: I'm Screwed.

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"Not sure if it's the cold or Quentin that made your cheeks red," Kath elbowed me and I nearly dropped my phone.

"What are you talking about?"

"No playing innocent, Ms Evans. It's written all over your face!"

"I didn't know you read faces. Since when did you become a spooky predictor?"

"Changing the topic won't help either. You've started liking him, haven't you?"

"Certainly not. I enjoyed the weekend, that's it."

I replied, trying to sound as cold as possible. Even Kath stopped commenting. I don't know why I'm running away from something that isn't actually there after all. Maybe I'm running from the idea itself. Maybe what Quentin said at the beach was cent percent correct. Or maybe I'm way too insecure.

Whatever it is, it has made a home in my head now and I'm sure the doubts ain't leaving soon.

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Everyone slept instantly as soon as they perched on the seat. I, on the other hand, was wide awake, having a usual argument with Quentin on the phone.

"Poor Sally. I wonder what she sees in you."

"She well.. She's stupid."

"She likes you! That should mean something!"

"Do you like me?"

"What, no!'

"Ah! My poor heart."

"I hate you for that matter. You drama queen!"

"Whoa! You hate me! That's good,"

"Why is that good?"

"Because girls only say 'I hate you' to the boys they love."

"Well I say 'I hate you' to the boys I hate. Good luck with that!"

I heard him chuckling on the other line.

"Okay now, serious talk. If you don't mind?"

"Um.. okay. Bring it on."

"Today's not a full moon night."

"This was your serious talk? I knew that. Thanks!"

"What I am saying is there's not always a full moon night. Sometimes there's no moon at all. Sometimes the moon disappears amongst the clouds. Sometimes only a part of it is visible. But you should know it's always there. And once you stop believing that, the night is always dark."

I thought about it for a minute. What was he actually talking about? I didn't know, so I kept quiet and waited for him to speak more, because for the first time he was talking sense.

"Zee, do you understand me?"

I could take this question in two ways: Whether I understood him, or whether I understood what he was saying. I wanted to take it in the first way and answer him 'No, but I want to.' But I ended up saying 'Yes.' Because that's not what he meant.

"Good. Put it in your life now. People hurt you, I know. But that doesn't mean it's going to be the end of it. Why don't you just wait for that full moon, cloudless, star studded night? Why are you staring at the ground when actually you're crazy about the sky?"

Whoa! It literally felt like someone pushed me back. Someone apprised me. Someone peeped into my soul.

"Do you understand me?"