Instant Message :Chat name : The room of death
Dwayne and Isabelle and Spencer are online.
Dwayne : i c.... so that means v can cm over?
Spencer : Oh yes, plz. My family iz drivin me nuts. *_*
Isabelle : y? Wats wrong?
Spencer : will tell u later. I need u ppl to help me k wat i was like.
Dwayne : Kk. Will reach there in 5.
Spencer logs out
Avinaash comes online.
Avinaash : Huh? Spencer? U home? Y didnt they tell us? Y aint u guys tellin me anything?
Dwayne : v r meeting at her place, right now. u cming?
Avinaash : i already left. I m @ her door n about 2 ring the bell.
Avinaash, Isabelle n Dwayne go offline.
Kerim comes online.
Kerim : wats goin on? Guyz?
The bell rang. I heard someone opening the door as they footsteps approached my room. A handsome boy, six feet tall, marched in the room. He wore a dark maroon T-shirt and dark blue jeans, his fair skin shining brightly against his dark colored clothes.
His hand went through his dark brown hair once before his soft mouth broke into a smile. Or a grin.
"How ya doin'?"
"Great."
He launched himself on the bed beside me and pulled me into a tight hug.
"Hey. C'mere."
He smelt like cologne and coffee. The kind of hug anyone would want. The kind of hug anyone would fall for.
Oh my God. I know this guy?! Yay.
His bright green eyes were shaded with his dark fringed lashes. He had tiny little freckles around his nose, which hid due to his dimples.
Soon another pair stormed in, dark haired girl and boy, with light brown skin. The girl was thin and short. Her skirt swung as she swayed her hips in exaggeration. The boy was muscular and tall, with a thin strap of facial hair. His hair hung in mid air like a crown, while the other boy's hair hung messily on his forehead.
So many people to know. Duh.
"What's up, bitch?" He said in a thick American accent.
"Uh. Nothing much."
"My my, I missed you, babe!" The girl launched and gave me an over warm, unexpected (unwanted) hug.
We sat there for some time while the girl (Isabelle, she says) went on and on about something I had no idea about. The other boy (the dark one. His name is Dwayne) slept on the couch, literally drooling over my pillow.
Isabelle went to use the washroom. (Thank God.) Avinaash was looking straight into my eyes, calculating something. Those eyes.
"What happened in the morning?" He asked in a deep low voice.
"Uh. It was disastrous."
The fresh memory of morning hit me.
"Spencer? You awake." I got up and brushed off myself as my parents approached me. My father had a small package in his hands.
"You have always wanted this." He handed me over the package making my stomach twist in excitement. But.... nothing lasts forever. It was a book. A bloody book?
"Umm. Yay?" I said, unsure how to react.
"What? You aren't happy."
Mom squinted.
"You know what? Just take it back. Return it. I don't want it."
"What?" My Dad said, confused.
"I m not.... interested in books. Not anymore."
"No, Spencer! You are. Just try it. You will love it."
"I said, I don't." I threw my hands up in agitation when my Dad kept the book beside me on the bed.
"Just try." He smiled warmly.
Enough.
I picked up the book and threw it. It flew across the room, landing beside Sebastian's bed. For the first time since morning, he looked up, suddenly aware of the surroundings.
"Spencer!" My mother looked furious.
"What?! When I am saying I don't need your book then why are you forcing me to have it!"
Dad walked silently to the other end, picked up the book and walked out, without uttering another word.
"Spencer? You can't....." The woman was crying now. Honestly, too much of drama.
"Just shut up. Please, let me live my life. Before this, I couldn't. I was forced to live your way, but now I won't be. I shouldn't be. I need a life, just don't hover around me."
Mom stormed out. Sebastian had his arms crossed, his dark brows knitted together.
"You are still their daughter."
"I never disagreed."
"How dare you talk to them like that?!" He shouted.
"Who are you to tell me what to do and what not?!"
"I am your brother. And they are me parents too."
"I wonder how we popped out of the same VJJ."
"It was a C - Section."
"God."
"I swear, if you bark like that again, I'll stamp your face with these slippers -"
I picked up the lamp and threw it on him, missed it by a few inches.
"GO AWAY! JUST GO AWAY!"
Avinaash looked perplexed at the end.
"Why didn't you take the book? You wanted it so bad......"
"Not again." I grunted.
"But this is important, Spencer!"
"No. It isn't."
"Listen to me."
"No."
"Shut up, listen."
"Go away."
I snatched the pillow from under Dwayne (he looked up, startled.)
"Please, go away."
"Spencer? What's wrong?"
"Everything is wrong when people tell you how to live your life."
"But this isn't you."
"Fuck off."
Isabelle, who till now was silent, decided to speak.
"What the hell? We aren't bossing around. Just telling you who you were."
"Izzy. It's okay. Listen, Sparky. We aren't framing your life. Just making you aware so that... so that you don't forget who you truly are." Avinaash spoke, maintaining his volume.
"Shut up, Avi. It's useless to explain anything to her. "
What the.....
"Hello? Get out! You are gonna call me useless in my very own house?! I suppose I will not accept it."
"Calm down, girls." Dwayne said, reminding us he exists.
"Shut up. And you -" I pointed at Avinaash. "- don't you dare think that you can actually tell me who I was. I want to be the way I am. Accept me. Or move aside."
People stormed away. Phew. I can rest peacefully. Or not. I don't know what school is bringing up for me tomorrow.
Let's hope it's not another lecture on what kind of nerd I was.
