Waste It On Me

●𝟲~𝗧𝗲𝗷𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘄𝗶●

My eyes opened softly as I felt drops on my face. I was not expecting the person who stood checking if I was fine or not.

Round frames. Hazel eyes. Spicy smell.

I looked at him confused as I got up. "I'm-"

"You're okay?" He asked, his voice softer than cotton. His voice, softening my heart. I gulped and nodded. He passed me the water bottle and sat on the table beside me. "Tell me exactly what happened-"

"Oh, you know what happened." I answered and sighed. It didn't matter, he would believe Rudra. He obviously hated me enough to believe him. "I do not trust what people told me." He said, strongly. The strength in his words made me more vulnerable. I had to speak to somebody. I knew I needed help.

"Rudra- Rudra tried to forcefully kiss me. I swear I am not a slut..." I stammered and looked at him. He was listening carefully, his cold face intact. There were no emotions which I could decipher. Was he believing me? Or was he going to tell me I was lying?

"Don't use that word for yourself again. You are nothing like the filthy words they're using for you, okay?" He hesitated but then kept his hands over mine, which shivered as my whole body did. His touch lighter than a feather, but firm as the heart of the mountain. I exhaled, I was still shaky. "Tejasswi, you are stronger than this, these people don't deserve your tears." He explained and nodded.

For the first time in my life, I realized I interpreted wrong. As bad as I thought he would be, he came out to be the best person. Somebody who trusted me, somebody who wasn't just my friend for the sake of it. Was he my friend?

"Umm, why do you believe me over them?" I asked, hopefully. "Cause you're the only one who can be called as a competition." I chuckled. His lips twitched but it can't be called a smile, but there was a movement. "Thank you,"

"We're better off without words." He realized his hands were still kept on mine and he pulled them away.

I missed the warmth, shut up Tejasswi.

"What are you going to do?" I asked and he nodded. "We'll see, rest for a while and start eating." He instructed and left the classroom. I saw the time and realized the lunch break was over.

Something inside me felt nice.

Something felt hopeful.

Something felt trusted.

Karan was gorgeous by looks, and until today I thought he was rude. The cold face was deceptive, now I know.

I ran towards the next class and entered, a small smile playing on my face. I was lost in thoughts for the whole class, my attention had been diverted to an academic rival who was too sweet to me today.

The lecture ended and I was about to leave when Jasmin's new friends group stopped me. "Tejasswi, I heard you and Karan were together during the lunch break."

"Was he getting lucky today? He's hot though, not your fault." Another one giggled at me. I didn't answer and left. "Hey, what's your body count!" I heard another shout.

This was not going to help. Everything is screwed. I am over.

I saw Karan coming out of the Maths professor's cabin. Before I could walk towards him, he came towards me. "Tejasswi, you need to stay away from me. And make sure, don't come around me."

He spat harshly and left. His cold face, colder than ice.

I felt like a rose trampled on a street.

I felt like a heart being stabbed by the knife from behind.

I felt like a delicate bud marred.

I picked up my bag and passed through the girls smirking and crackling up seeing me. I reached home and threw my bag away. Maybe I was not strong.

Maybe Karan was wrong, maybe I was a slut. Just raped with words.