Loving Mr. Anonymous

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Roan Wyatt. The name itself stood a proud symbol for the facade of arrogance and despotism. The entire college feared him and his crew. Though through my entire working period I've never seen him bully someone but I had no reason to believe otherwise.

He was that stereotypical bad boy kind of guy that every girl wanted and the guys envie. I wouldn't lie and say that he didn't look breathtaking because he indeed was a handsome species in the boy world. He had those midnight black orbs for eyes that could swallow you up and at the same time gave the energy field of an alpha male. He had a tan all year long and for a change it did look real other than the rest of the crowd in this college. He had a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. His slightly crooked nose looks like it's been broken in a dirty fight. His lips were a perfect bow shape neither too plump nor too chapped. Being tall and muscular comes with the bad boy package I guess. He always had a chic clinging to his arm like her life depended on him. And I am like girl get a life. He always has a frown marring his features.

You ask me how I know this? I know this because I've been working here for almost 2 years now. I see many students a daily basis but something about him makes me squirm. It's as of he can look through my facade and unhide my ugly secrets.

We are all of the same age. By 'we' I mean Roan, his crew and those little bitches. I always envied them for having everything in life. Unlike me they didn't have to work their asses off to save money for studying.

Since I eloped and am not living with a true identity, I don't have any legal proofs on me. So students loan was out of option. I could not seek even a little bit attention to myself.

I had somehow managed to get this janitress job because of Robert. If I lose this job because of these high profile dickwads I'll be wrecked.

Huffing a sigh I prepared myself to get through with this. I couldn't let myself get affected by this. I believe that this too shall pass.

I looked up from the floor to the coming crew ,all the while taking cautious steps, and locked eyes with Roan. He looked like he was analyzing me. He did a top to toe look over and his eyes landed on the cuts and scratches on my arms. When I looked at them I saw a few bruises forming too.

Great!

When I looked back at him he looked like he was figuring out a great math problem and frown on his forehead. I felt a little self-conscious about it and quickly covered my arms with the uniform sleeves. I've never been so grateful about the tattered extra large uniform ever.

I quickly ducked away from the crew towards the end of the hallway and into the janitor's closet. I let out a breath of relief and said a little prayer under my breath.

The rest of the day was quite uneventful and I was grateful for that. The girls only verbally abused me which was fine with me since I didn't mind them much. For them it was a part of their entertainment. It's was easy to pick a ugly looking spineless dorky janitress. And frankly speaking I didn't even feel bad about it anymore.

After the cleaning was done I went to have my late lunch which is after everyone leaves the college. The cafeteria lady Ms. Kimberley was an elder lady in her early forties. She was every child's nightmare. She seemed always angry. But I knew her better. She seemed nasty but she was a total sweetie at heart. She never interacted with me but she would always leave behind some leftovers for me to eat. I don't know if she knew my financial situation or not but she would try to leave me something or the other. Not every day but hey who is complaining.

Today she had left me some salad for lunch. I couldn't be anymore thankful.I had my quick lunch and left for the library to arrange it.

..and yes! I did that too.

But the good thing was that I would get to read out there for a bit. I would clean there and then read there.

Currently I was reading a book called 'crazy in love' and got engrossed in the little wonderful world of words.

I flipped a few pages but little unease settled in the pit of my belly.

I removed my little notepad and pen from my uniform pocket and started writing:

"They say words hold power that no man can ever measure. True that is. She makes us believe that this world is such a beautiful place and holds so much love within. It is so overpowering that you could really for a second believe that every soul has a mate somewhere. That every soul can be loved. For an instance even I wanted to believe this. But life has given me enough reasons not too. Maybe this entire love concept is delusional. It's just a feeling your brain makes up to satisfy your want for it. Maybe it's all false. Maybe there's nothing like love in this world. Maybe the authors and poet write these things to sell their books. Maybe they are faking it too. Maybe they were the one to spring such a concept. Maybe they were the one who intensified the feeling of need in humans.

Maybe it's true but sacred...

Just maybe."

Tearing the piece of paper, I left it in the book and kept it in the place.

Shutting the doors I departed for home with swirling thoughts in mind.

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