Never Fated To Be |✅|

Chapter 8 : Enter, Full Of Questions

Who could that "certain someone" possibly be?

More like, why am I thinking about that?
I certainly needed to cool my head. But the more I tried to distract myself by reading a book or doing homework or something, the more questions about him invaded my mind.

Why was he so miserable about my lie?
Why did he keep chasing after me?
Why did he not want to abandon me? Even my own father abandoned me and now I don't know anything about him.
Why was Jake so desperate to help me out in this?
Why did he need consolation?
Why was he --
Just great! Now, I'm full of questions.

Argh! That made me angrier yet once again. Not only that, it also irritated me, infuriated me, completely pissed me off and annoyed me very much. Even though these feelings were all the same thing!

I stormed around the corridors the rest of the day after that one dang moment with Jake. And then I remembered. Maths assignment! And also not only that, Jake would be there in that class too.

I seriously wish I could get Harry Potter glasses, dye my hair purple, change my hairstyle completely, wear completely different clothes like skirts and stuff, then pack my bags and lastly, RUN AWAY TO INDIA!

And who am I kidding? I could really do that. Nothing mattered in my life. But then again, I couldn't because of my resolution of graduating high school. For Simpson.

And I was stupid too. I had expected something like this to happen, but never prepared myself to face it. I thought ignorance could and would do everything.
But I was wrong yet again!

I was in a serious fix right now. What was I gonna do? I spent the next lecture thinking of something but only ended up in vain. The only answer that I got was ditching class. But that was not an option for me. And finally,
I gave up!

After the second last class ended, I yet again dragged myself to the maths classroom. By now, I had received a lot of attention about the whole thing that had happened in the cafeteria, along with tons of glares, thousands of snickers and hushed whispers and also a few threats. But things as tiny as those couldn't even scratch my mentality. Everything that was in my head was about -- Jake. And moreover, he had disappeared. Momentarily but completely. Was he gonna bunk math?

I closed my eyes before entering the classroom. But when I opened them, he really wasn't there.
Of course, I was surprised.

But I didn't mind it at all. I took my usual seat and waited for Mrs Taylors to come in and start scolding random students including me. But instead, she didn't. We then realized that, like Mrs Penn the other day, Mrs Taylors also had to attend a teacher's meeting today. I was happy, I'll admit that. At least, my tries in completing this stuff won't go to waste. But now, my heart demanded the presence of Jake.

After chiding my own self and heart for a small while and receiving more uncool looks, I resumed finishing my maths assignment. I then got so engrossed in running my fingers across the white sheets that I forgot to -- notice my surroundings, which had become very obvious now.
And coincidentally, the moment I finished writing the last word of the last line, Mrs Taylors hurried in. I realized, now was my chance to finally hand over the dreaded pieces of paper and get it over with.

And so that's what I did. I walked up to her and was about to submit my assignment to the middle aged woman standing near the door when suddenly, something like--
'I'm here!' --was heard and the next thing I knew, was that I was lying on the ground with blonde hair sweeping my forehead, two hands restraining me on the floor, two knees bent beside each one of my outspread legs and a pair of surprised but aggravatingly embarrassed blue eyes staring down at my face with our lips just a few centimeters apart.
Gasps immediately erupted from all the people around us, but all of them suddenly seemed to be far away.