DeRanged

Chapter 1

The room was chaotic and dusty as students tried to get their table and Chairs. While others chatted heartlity about their awesome summer vacation some were just tight lipped, either Meditating or wondering how they would go through their final year in Senior High School.

Taking a seat at the first column, I turned to look at Jihad who hadn't said a word to me ever since we entered class like thirty minutes ago-for heaven sake he definitely knew I was hurting and he was party at fault, how insensitive.

I hated myself even more. My eyes hurt as treacherous trails of tears announced its pending flow which I blinked back hastily.

I got all jittery settling down. I had dreaded coming to school and worst of all never wanted to see to see Jihad ever again.

Yes-he was my bestfriend, well, supposed but he was still my best friend irrespective of what ever transpired between us during the summer vacation.

New class, higher expectations and a tarnished image. I seemed to be the odd one out (odds as in the girl who usually talked and laughed a lot behind was class was stupidly quiet) and that heightened my anxiety.

It was a quarter past 8 and the teacher had still not come to class.

I plonked my bag on the next seat in anticipation that who ever sat there would at least be my friend for I had lost it all, truth be told, death was slowly taking a toll on me.

I had wanted to cry badly when I rested my head on the table. A lot had happened during the past few weeks. My heart ached badly as if a truck had been placed on it. No one knew apart from Jihad.He was the only person I had trusted and confided it but here I was fighting back tears that were created to make me feel better.

How could I hate Jihad?he was like the very air I breathe, after all it wasnt his fault or was it?

Things happened, we lose people so dear to us and we hurt those whose only intention was to love us.

"Hey.. " a familiar voice said happily and tapped my shoulders. I hastily dried my tears and looked up,well-not who I had expected as my heart cried with disappointment.

"Is the seat next to you taken?"

"are you new?" I implored sharply trying to hide any pain but my tear-choked throat gave me away

"uh huh, transfer student. Nice to Meet you"

I took my bag off the chair as he slumped into it and let out a sigh.

For a moment I bad forgotten about Jihad as I took in the features of this new transfer student. His eyes were shut and his adams apple almost choked me - well literally.

The white long sleeved shirt had given him away by exposing his semi built body." 6 feet" I muttered. God! He was freaking-unbelievably handsome. Until he slumped into the chair I had actually saved for Jihad, I never new such homo sapiens existed.

"If you dont stop looking at me, i swear I'll kiss you" he teased and for the first time in what seemed like years, I smiled broadly and looked away, rather shyly.

"That's the smile i had been waiting for. Your dimples are really deep and..." he said lamely and poked his middle fingers into my right dimple. I couldn't help but giggle causing all eyes to turn to us - just great! ATTENTION

I whirled around and the first eyes I met were Jihad's. His eyes, I couldn't read them anymore. He had shut me out and you know what they say," when one door close, another one opens"

Before I could look away from our fixed gazed, the new guy did something I could swear made me numb with passion and a sense of want.