Fate

Chapter -3

Kate's POV

I took off my jacket from the chair and draped it around my shoulders as soon as classes were over and headed out of the building. The air was crisp and cold in December, but the scent of freshness dominated the air. Kate felt alive in this weather, which she adored. She tried to sort things out by pulling out her wire earphones, even though she could have easily switched to the ear buds if she had wanted to. She was infatuated with the innate romanticism of wired earphones and enjoyed offering one to her friends on bus rides.

My mood suddenly lifted when I took the bus and discovered a window seat. At this time of day, empty buses were a real treat, and the bus was comparatively empty.

I felt someone dip in the seat next to mine as I closed my eyes and lost myself in my own world. When I noticed Fynn Ryder occupying the seat next to mine, the positive vibe on the bus vanished. When he could have had his own seat, what kind of psychopath would have wanted to share one?

"You should take another seat." , I said.

"Why should I?" .

"Well why would you want to sit with me when the entire bus is empty."

"Well , you are not even my type if that's what you are hinting at. I just didn't have the energy to go all the way behind."

"That's definitely not what I was hinting at. I have plenty of energy , I will shift." , I responded.

"What's your problem with me?"

"Nothing. I just want to have my own seat. Forgive me for not being swayed by your honey words."

"Oh wow. You're different , you're so special for treating me like shit just because other girls like me. Am I in love?"

"Love is a stupid concept which clever people like you make up to trap innocent souls."

"Oh so you don't believe in love?", he asked

"Nope."

"Liar."

"What is that supposed to mean."

 He leaned across the seat, put his mouth next to my ear, and said, "I know a lot about girls like you. The mediocre ones. The ones that do not get noticed. You think no one will ever love you, so you come up with arguments and so-called facts about how love is not real, how
It's just hormones and a concept that capitalism feeds you, but in reality, the truth is that you are so scared about the fact that when it comes to love, all you will be getting is rejection and betrayals. So in front of people, you swear off love. You roll your eyes dramatically, but at night, when you are all alone, you dream of love, a love so intense that it makes your spine throb."

and then, as if to emphasize that he didn't fancy me, he grabbed his bag pack and left.