Is He A She?!

Confrontation

2020 A/N: Ah, all these old author notes are making me emo. We've been through so much and it's kind of sad we're past those glorious days.

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Confrontation

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To say I was shocked beyond measure would be the understatement of the century.

Funny how I get the shock of the year and the century in the same day. Good thing I was young and strong to not pass away in a heart attack.

I seriously didn't know what I looked like at the moment. Whether scared, or petrified or simply shocked: I had no idea. But whatever my face was portraying wasn't nice since the grimace on Hrithik anna's face got darker.

"Ha. Ha. Ha," I tried laughing but it sounded miserable beyond measure.

To be honest, I didn't feel anything like how all the leads feel in the books. I wasn't shaking or crying Niagara Falls like all those girls. I just felt weird, like I was hollow, like I ceased existing. I didn't even know what that feel was entitled to be called because no character in a book had ever explained they felt like they didn't exist during a problematic moment.

Hrithik anna glared at me. "I don't think I said anything funny."

I've always thought the constant grin on his face was weird. But let me tell you, that grin had masked this face of Satan. He literally looked like he wanted to fry me in a lava pot.

Still I tried to lighten the situation.

"Anna," I started playfully, or I hope it was playful, "you think this is funny? What are you doing? Calling me a girl and all."

The glare didn't fade.

"Oh, did you see Rohan?" I tried another tactic. Whatever to make it look like I was indeed not a girl and the things he heard in the Principal's room was wrong.

Hrithik anna's face melted into a pool of disgust.

"For what?" he barked and the disgust in his face somehow managed to penetrate the hollow layer and kind of hurt me.

"For dinner," I replied, my voice subdued and weak.

He gave a monstrous laugh. "Mission, is it?" he spat.

I sighed exasperated and took a step to leave. Who knew he was this mean.

But he was faster than me and got a grip of my collar. He pushed me against the wall, slamming my back so hard on the wall that I could feel my backbone rattle. Well, I'll blame this guy if I end up in a wheelchair.

He was strangling me, yet in a way that I wouldn't die. Pain ran through my body because of the merciless slamming and how he was cutting my air supply.

My muscles started clenching because of the lack of oxygen and it felt like a ton of bricks were resting on my shoulders.

Let me tell you. Don't ever believe the girls from Teen Fiction books. Slamming my body against a wall wasn't even a little near "romantic" or "hot." It freaking hurt.

Hrithik anna's face contorted to horrible levels as he saw my face.

What was now in my face that he would look this angry?