6. Can I make him mine?

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It's been one week now since that 'fall' incident in the practice room happened and I haven't been able to talk about it to Jewel. Neither did I get hold of Henry to apologize to him. But I have decided that I'll make everything clear today itself with both of them. That's it.

Now is the best time to ask Jewel. We were on the bus, going to school. I should be honest with her; she is my BFF. So, I finally opened my mouth and asked her, "Hey, Jewel! There's something going on in my head from the last few days. I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah? What is it?", she asked.

"It's about the incident that happened one week ago in the practice room", I said and her eyes wide open in awkwardness.

"Uh..yeah..what about...it?", she stammered.

"You know, people have been talking about it so much recently, 'cause, of course, everyone in that room saw what happened that day. But even though I observed the way you looked at him, Jewel. I'm here seriously asking you, not just as teasing or fun, but as your friend, do you like Lucas?", I asked with all courage. "Uh... no!! I... don't like him!", she said trying to sound confident. "It's okay, jew......", cutting me in between; she continued, "I know what you are thinking, Jenss. Yeah, we did share a long eye contact but I'm being honest here, I was red in embarrassment and awkwardness there. I wasn't blushing because I have some kind of crush on him. You know, right? Every time Lucas comes a little closer to me, I get awkward and defy the laws, or whatever that thing you say. I don't like Lucas! It's just my natural behaviour. You know how often I freak out, right? You can trust me, Jenss. I'm not crushing on him", said Jewel calmly. Hearing it so confidently from her, I believed it without any more questions left in my mind. I gave her a comforting smile and rested my head on her shoulder. I trust her! I don't need any more explanation. "Okay, Jewel. I trust you. I just wanted to know if you have a crush on someone and if you are just shy or hesitant to tell me. I'm happy, it's not that thing. But if ever you have anything in your mind, whether it be something painful for you or something joyful like a crush. Just tell me. I won't ever judge or leave you!", I told Jewel. She nodded back smilingly and tilted her head on my head that was resting on her shoulder. We held hands tightly with our fingers entwined. This is the sign of love! True Love!

(A few hours later in school, during Recess)

Jewel and I quickly finished our lunch, because the performance day wasn't too far now. We were preparing for it dedicatedly. Jewel being the organizing leader of the 6th grade, had a lot to do. She had to look after her own team act and the arrangement of other groups of our grade too. She also had to attend the meetings of all the organizing leaders. The complete middle school students were arranging the show for high schoolers, so 1 leader of each grade. Therefore, 4 leaders from all 4 grades of middle schools used to discuss together and decide everything in that meeting of organizers.

I was doing some minor corrections remaining in the script. I was walking back to the class when I saw Henry hanging out with his friends. I was so happy to find him out of the practice room like this. He has been out of my reach ever since he said 'Goodbye' to me on that rainy day. The guilt within was killing me slowly like a poison ever since then. It looks like he is avoiding me so it helps him move on. I have decided to solve all the misunderstandings with him today. I rushed towards him and called out his name, "Henry!!!" He turned and to my surprise, he was so normal. His expression was unchanged, he looked at me with a small smile. "Oh, Jennie. Yes, you called me?", he said normally which wasn't normal for me now. I took his hand and dragged him, "Let go somewhere quieter. I need to talk to you." I dragged him into the same piano room. I'm really crazy, right? First, I brought him here and said harsh words to him without knowing his intention, and now again I bring him here making it more awkward. Ugh... why does this room always have to be too quiet?

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