𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
What happens when
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the girl who mastered the art of being unseen,
stitched together with silence and scar tissue,
haunted by the ruins of love and friendsh...
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"Are you guys done yet?" I interrupted them. I could never care less about Kiaan's interests, but today they seemed a little too fascinating.
"Huh, jealous much?" Kiaan asked, being the jerk he is. But that didn't change the expression on Samayara's face. She seemed used to this by now.
"Quite not," I replied. It wasn't jealousy—I just wanted to be included in their talks.
"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night... or day," he teased, smirking again. And I was holding myself back from punching that smirk off his face.
He returned the earphones to Samayara, and I felt a strange sense of relief. I don't know why, but I'm quite possessive of my seatmate now.
Maybe it's because she's my friend first.
That's the clearest explanation I have—especially when it's not even six in the morning.
Kiaan and I chatted for a while about the upcoming activities. He said he couldn't sleep and proudly declared he wouldn't let me sleep either.
Ever since I offered to be his friend, it's like he made it his mission to make me suffer with him.
Hiking, swimming, and playing football, of course. Apparently, it didn't include my favourite—skating—but that's alright. I'm still equally excited for the new adventures.
Soon, we dismounted the bus, and Samayara left first without saying anything, which, frankly, was expected.
Her friends surrounded her, killing any chance of continuing the conversation.
During breakfast too, she seemed distant. I shouldn't have pulled her like that earlier—I mentally facepalmed at the memory.
After freshening up and changing into regular clothes, we left the restaurant. My eyes were only searching for her.
"What are you so lost in that you're messing up the pamphlet distribution?" Aakib asked, clearly annoyed.
"No, I—I'm just exhausted," I lied.
"Sure, then go take a rest. I'll handle this," he said wryly. He acts like he'd rather die than admit he cares.
"Really?"
He nodded.
"Thanks, Aakib. I owe you one," I said quickly and left to search for Samayara.
I looked everywhere until I finally found her in the backyard, feeding the cats. I tiptoed over and whispered her name so I wouldn't startle her. She turned and gave me a smile so wide it tugged at my heart.
"What are you doing here?"
"I just happened to pass by." I couldn't admit I'd been looking for her.
"You shouldn't be here alone, Samayara," I said gently.
