Cinderella returns

Chapter-13

Evanya’s P.O.V

My walls were coming down. I just wanted the Earth to open up and swallow me as a whole. This was so not good. I am surely going to hell for this. Yeah, you must be wondering what's could be the worst about fancying a boy. I am sorry, fancying the boy.

I the Evanya Roberts have a crush on The Cameron Grey.

 Wow, it dosen't even sound right. I mean, you know I am the biggest living joke of this school and he is the star of the school. You know that this pair will most definitely 100% not work out. I had become a part of that crowd who admired each of his move, and this feeling was definitely not a nice one.

Sometimes I tend to wonder ‘Why can't every teenager in this Goddamn world have that cliché teen fiction kind of Romance?’. Why do only some people get the privilege of having that oh-so perfect kind of boyfriend or girlfriend? Not to sound jealous or anything but when you hear your best friend rant for endless hours on how sweet and caring her boyfriend is, It hurts. It goddamn hurts.

And you know, what hurts even more when you have someone in your mind with whom you could picture yourself with. All that time, when your best friend is creating a mini mountain of praises of her boyfriend, all that roams in your mind is, why can’t I have someone like that in my life? What is that I did wrong to have such a destiny?

 I know, right now I sound like someone who is desperate for someone’s attention; but who know when all your life have dreamed of having that picture perfect romance and you see someone living that dream, it stabs your heart like 1000 freaking needles.

You know what’s even funnier….. When one moment you wish to capture all the attention of the one your heart wants but at the same time you think that you are not worth it. ‘What’s good about me’ you tend to think. ‘I am a waste of space.’ That’s the very first thought that comes into your mind. ‘I am a stupid, idiot and annoying bitch who has nothing better to do in her life than to read foolish romance and teen-fiction and also wish her life could be like that of the leads, where even when you have nothing you have that one person who is ready to do anything to bring a smile on your face and stands with you and holds your hand through thick and thin times. Who isn’t afraid to show the world who he is or whom he likes?

You know, those moments when you are crying over one issue, and your mind chooses that exact moment to remind you of a hundred other issues, which you could cry over. And right now, that was exactly what was happening with me. My breakdown session started with crying over my sudden discovery of feelings towards Mr. cocky but ended with dream of having a ideal romance.

Right, then when you think that nothing bad than this could happen, something worse happens and you are left questioning your beliefs. He was here. Cameron Grey was there in front of me in his full glory getting drenched in the rain. At that moment, I lost all the control that I could have over me and ran into his arms. I didn’t have any hold over myself.

He accepted me with open arms. Probably, due to sympathy he was there with me. He held me close to him and tried to comfort me, note the keyword tried. He was not very good with dealing with situation s like these, I could tell. But still, at that time, nothing felt more right than holding onto him for dear life. He didn't complain at all, for which I was very thankful.

He continued to rub smooth circles on my back and whispering comforting words in my ears. I continued to wet his shirt with my tears. It was quiet ironic, as it was already pouring heavily.

He carried me towards a shielded place, where we couldn't get even more wet, than we already were and we sat down with me me on his lap and his back against the wall. My tears had a mind of their own, and continued to run down. My face must be looking completely opposite to that of a beautiful woman. I am surprised he didn't say anything about it. I have heard many a times that he is a very straight forward kind of person, who is always willing to speak whatever is going on his mind and hates beating around the bush. Maybe, he didn't want to evoke any more streams than were already running down my face. I don't when that moment came, but I went into a peaceful slumber crying.

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Hey Guys, i know it's been almost a month since,I last updated  but there were a lot of things i was busy with. I completed editing the story and it took me 3 weeks to do so. No major changes except some in chapter 3 and 9. So,, if you want to read it again its all your wish. 

Also, i wrote another story, Retrospection and Introspection. It's a Zayn Malik fan fiction. Please try it once. 

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