Sophia is an unsociable girl. She likes reading and music very much. They are her passion in life. Her parents don't take care about her, each one of them is busy with work. She needs someone to take her out of that boring life and save her from tha...
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"Because of me? You are kidding right?" I said. I couldn't believe what he said. How could I be the reason for their break up. "You told me that there was a prom and I knew from her that she didn't want to go with me because she is seeing someone else and she doesn't want to complete in this relationship." He said with tears in his eyes, he was on the edge of crying. "Did she say this?" I asked, it was unbelievable. "Yes." "I am so sorry, I shouldn't have told you." "No, it's not your fault. Because of you I knew that she doesn't love me anymore. I don't even know if she loved me at the beginning of this relationship or not." "Don't say that. This must be a misunderstand." "No. it's not. She told me that when we were talking on the phone yesterday after I accompanied you to your home." "I am so sorry." I said. "Don't be. I have to thank you." He said. "I don't think that this is something I should be thanked for." I said. "You are the only one who I trust now Sophia." He said. Is he drunk? We have just met a few weeks ago and we met for only twice. He barely knows me. And out of nowhere, Chris hugged me tightly. "Thank you." He said with his weak and shaky voice as if he was crying but trying to hide it. I didn't know what to do except to comfort him and hug him back but not as tight as he hugged me. I couldn't refuse him or push him in that state, I barely knew him but still he had feelings and he was hurt. I felt sorry for him. We broke our hug when I heard someone clear his throat. I saw who it was to see that Harry was standing with his arms crossed, his furious glare and glassy eyes. "Excuse me. What's going on here?" He asked. I didn't even realize that we reached Harry's house. "Nothing, we met while I was on my way to your house to take you to school and we walked till we reached here." I said. I looked at Harry so that he understand that it's not time to have a fight now and let it go for now. "Okay. How are you Chris?" Harry asked Chris looking at him trying to hide his jealousy that was popping out of his eyes. "I am good." Chris replied sadly. I think Chris thought that Harry knew that he and Karen broke up. But I think the opposite. "Good to see you, we gotta go." I said pulling Harry after me trying to end that awkward situation as soon as possible and it might have ended with a fight. "Goodbye Sophia and thank you." Chris said waving at us. "Can you tell me why the heck were you hugging him?" Harry asked as soon as Chris was out of sight. "I'll tell you but don't interrupt me." "Okay I am all ears." He said and looked forward while walking. "I wanted to have some fresh air so I took the long path to your house as it was still early for school and I met him on my way to your house and we started talking then he told me that he broke up with Karen yesterday and he was crying then he hugged me and I couldn't do anything except hug him back." I said the whole story but I didn't want him to know the part that I was the reason for Chris and Karen's breakup. "Why? You could just push him." "No, how could I? He had feelings and he was already broken-hearted because of your sister, I can't hurt him more. It was a reassuring hug. Nothing, more nothing less." I said. "Did you say that Karen and Chris broke up?" "Have you just realized that?" I asked. "Yes. But why?" His glare changed into a sympathizing look. "Because Chris knew that Karen didn't want to go to the prom with him because she was seeing someone else." "What?" Harry asked in disbelief. "Didn't you know that already?" "No, I didn't." Harry said. We reached our destination, the school, on time. We went to our classes and Harry gave me a kiss or a peck on the cheek from time to time. I loved how affectionate he was. It was lunch break time and we went to our usual spot in the library. "Are you excited for prom as I am." I asked. "No." He said coldly but with a smirk on his face that he couldn't hide. I knew he was trying to make me angry. I hit him on his hard, muscular, warm chest. "Yes, yes. I am." He said raising his hands in protest. "Ha ha. Funny." I said as coldly as he replied at first. We had a couple of minutes of silence. "Wanna hear a joke?" He said. "Noo! Not again." I said. His jokes were really bad and he thought that his jokes were funny but they weren't. "Pleeease." He begged. "Fine." I didn't want to grab attention and we were in the library so any little sound would grab attention. "Do you know why the flower can't ride its bike?" Harry asked. "No, I don't." I said. "Because its petals fell off." He ended the joke and he started laughing at his joke. I spent a couple pf seconds to understand the joke and when I got it I realized how ridiculous the joke was. I looked at him with disgust. "You didn't like it?" He asked between his laughs. "No. I did not." I said. "Do you think that I can't make you laugh?" He asked. "Yes I do." "Are you sure?" He asked with revenge within his eyes and evil popping out of his eyes. "What are you gonna do?" I asked and I started backing away from him. "I am not gonna do anything." He said as he was crawling towards me. Then he caught me and started tickling me. "Stop it! Stop it Harry." I said between my laughs as I laughed so loudly as if I exploded then we heard the librarian shushing us but that didn't stop him. "I won't stop till you say I am funny." He said while tickling me. "I surrender." I said. "Say it." "You are funny and you make me laugh. Stop it." I couldn't say the sentence straight away as I was laughing so hard. He tickled me for a couple of seconds and then he stopped. "Told ya." He said after we sat again in our spot. "You are right. You win." I said. I don't consider this a winning because he was cheating and he tickled me instead of telling a good joke to make me laugh. But I had to tell him that he won, don't know he might tickle me again and I wouldn't bear it. Whether he says good jokes or not. I still love him with his bad jokes and silly ways of making me laugh. I love him with his kindness and generosity and affectionate personality and showing how much he loves me in front of anyone and anywhere. I just love him. ----------------- Vote, comment, share. All the love.
