We Don't Talk Anymore

Maths, New Friends, and Shitty Days

Mahika's POV:

'Oh screw you' I thought as I screwed my eyes shut and leaned back. It was Math class going on. And I not only hated it, I sucked at it. Weirdly, in my class, the stereotypical "nerds" were the ones who were popular. So effectively, my definition of nerd changed to those who don't score.

Weird, yes, I told you.

Well, I fell under the category of these "nerds". Not just in Math. Science, history, geography, everything. The only subject I was good at and, obviously the one I enjoyed, was English.

I was a subject of fun for my classmates. They enjoyed troubling me. Not that I never made mistakes. But the mistake would be as stupid as getting a math answer wrong, and then, when the teacher left, I would be slammed for it for the next week.

This had been going on since last year. Since I changed my school. I was in 9th grade now. And there was another year for me to go through this crap.

My escape from all this, would be my friend from my old school, Samaira, and Facebook, of course. Samaira and I had been friends since 7th grade. As weird as it sounds, we became friends the year I left the school.

I was a crazy crazy crazy fan of One Direction. I loved them. Their songs were what kept me from losing myself. Their songs were why I had stopped harming myself. They made me feel beautiful.

I was crazy about them. Their fandom, aka us, were called Directioners. We had a group chat on Facebook and we talked all about the drama in the fandom, about the boys, fangirling about the leaked songs from the new albums, etc.

It used to be fun. All of us were like a family. They made me feel loved and wanted.

"Mahika, that's enough. Close that laptop and go solve the 10 problems you were supposed to solve. Now!" My mom shouted from the kitchen.

"5 more minutes, mom. We're talking about something very important." I said.

"Mahi, these boys are not gonna come help you in the next exam. You don't want fail again, do you?" She said.

"No, but I'm asking for just 5 more minutes. Please!" I whined.

"Ugh, fine. I'm gonna come back after 5 minutes, and pester you." She said.

I just nodded and rolled my eyes, at that. I had my phone. I could talk over that as well. I thought and giggled.

"And when you go, keep your phone on the dining table, in front of me." My mom yelled.

Great! I thought and sighed.

Just then, a message popped up on the group chat from a name that was unknown to me.

It said :

Reyansh Kulkarni : OMG! I love the song!!!! <3

Wow, okay. 'He sounds gay.' I thought.

I clicked on his name and went to his profile. He was kinda cute. He was pretty fair and was considerably tall. But the one feature of his that drew me to him the most, were his eyes.

A different shade of brown with a slight tinge of green to them. Being an Indian, it was very rare that you had such beautiful eyes. Of course, I mean, Hrithik Roshan does have gorgeous eyes. But that's him. He doesn't count in normal people.