A Genuine Infatuation & A Theorem for Love (Edited Version)

Chapter Two - Secrecies and Bombshells

Chapter Two – Secrecies and Bombshells

The first rays of sunlight were directed at her eyelids. It almost seemed as though the sun’s projecting beams were poking Linda in a reminder to wake up. Groaning aloud, a un-lady-like yawn left her lips and she stretched her limbs out wide.

Ow… Her spine, along-with every sinew and joint of her body hurt and it took a while, with a few rounds of blinking, to master her situation – she was strewn with her back on the granite floor.

Linda sat up immediately in a yoga stance – with her legs crossed over the other, and contemplated in deep thought. It did not take her much time to figure the cause for her drastic sleepover. Even the bright, morning sunshine, then, could not erase the start of her gloomy day.

Pathetic - why me…? She sobbed without tears, with her head in her palm.

She wished to whine out to the world of her parents’ unjust pronouncement. However, her phone beeped right then, indicating a new message and pulling her out from her miserable reverie.

With great effort, Linda pushed herself up from the floor and took hold of her phone: it was a message from Miranda.

<Hey buddy, are you prepared for today’s test?>

Yikes! Immediately, Linda raced out of her room door and charged towards the bathroom, overtaking Paul in the interim.

“Hey!” he called out, “I was here first!”

“I’m not speaking to you,” she told him flatly through the door gap and shut it forcefully. No matter how infuriated she was at her brother, it did not stop the soundless titter from overcoming her ire.

She approached the mirror above the white sink and her reflection did not go amiss. Her hair was a tangled mess while her eyes were sore from having driven her mentality into a wretched state of tears the night before.

She flinched at the sight and decided on a cold shower, opposed to her more often than not warm baths.

Linda always took the ‘24/7’ bus to and fro from school. Today, though, she praised her good fortune on having emerged from her house undetected by her Mom. She scurried as fast as her legs could race to the hilltop. And she was not delayed greatly – the bus was just about to leave.

Climbing in hurriedly, she found a spare seat at the farthest end.

Linda pulled out her History text book and began revising throughout the ride. It procured the bus driver – Uncle Charlie as she referred him by – fifteen minutes to reach the gates of Tower-crest High.

The moment she had climbed off the vehicle, Miranda rushed up to her. Her blond hair that was tied in a high pony-tail, bounced in proportion to her lively spirit.

“Hey, Linds,” she greeted her with much enthusiasm.

“Hey…” Linda responded halfheartedly. The ringing of the bell caused them to rush their pace inside.

While they were running, Miranda spoke rapidly with the rush of adrenaline in her system. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing, I’ll let you know later,” Linda replied and they made a right swerve into the History class-room.

A majority of the students had arrived, beforehand and the two friends occupied a bench in the last row.

“Tell me now – what’s the matter?” Miranda insisted, while they had just seated themselves.

“Later buddy,” Linda declined, shaking her head and retrieved her textbook once again. While she was skimming through, she decided to ease her chum’s confusion. “I did not study much for today’s test.”