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I watched him in a stupor as he ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair, before he cast a quick glance at me, turned away, and left. When I looked around to see who was gazing over at me, the silence in the busy corridor filled me with panic and anxiety. I looked away back at the boy.
I swear I didn't realise it was him, not the guy I hit due to a dumb mistake. I gritted my teeth, wanting to beat the snot out of him as well, but he received his fair share of the outcome, and at this point, the best option that came to mind was to avoid being the centre of attention and escape as quickly as possible.
I don't know where Kaira is, and I don't have leisure to wait for her anymore, so I grabbed my bag and took off leaving the condemning stares behind. Halfway through, I was already sweating. I swear I loathed running; it makes me exhausted and irritable, but I still chose it over being in this scenario.
With the faltering steps, a sudden realisation struck me. I should not have done that. I gazed into the surface of my palm, which was still tingling from the sensation of touch his face. Will he report about me to the dean? Am I in trouble? Because I refused to admit my mistake. It was his fault that he stood directly behind me. Is not it?
Suddenly, I felt myself getting twisted and falling to the ground; "ouch" my hand rushed towards the elbow that had landed on the hard surface of the hallway. For a moment, I thought the day was the worst of my life, and it was true. I looked up and saw a group of four girls.
I straightened up, dusting off the dirt, and faced them, "I am pretty sure you can see and walk straight." I spoke out. I do not want to mess with anyone anymore. Nothing is good enough to fight for. The girl in pink smiled; although she was attractive, the pink eyeliner was almost as terrifying as the night sea.
"Oh! I am so sorry, darling." She sounded so plaintive that I almost melted into a puddle of jelly and vanished before she opened her mouth again. And I loathed my day even more than I hated human connection. I enjoy having conversations with people I like and find easy to talk to, rather than detesting interactions with everyone. Nonetheless, I am really uneasy with strangers.
"It's okay." I give her a thumbs up and almost walk away before she grabs my wrist. Weird, since how come you can easily touch someone you don't know and have never met before, even though we are the same gender? "Wait! What are you doing?" I respond, pushing her grasp away.
"Oops! I apologise. Have I hurt you?" She implored, her hand falling over her mouth, not to forget so dramatically. "You could have, if I hadn't pulled away. How about? You refrain yourself from grabbing people so abruptly?" She smiled in response to my statement, but the smile would not settle in.
