I admit,
I was afraid to love.
Not just love,
But to love her.
For she was a stunning mystery. she carried things deep inside her that no one has yet to understand,
And I,
I was afraid to fail,
Like the others.
She was the ocean
And I was just a boy...
“I don't believe in magic.” The Young boy said. The old man smiled. “you will, when you'll see her.”
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Telling yourself repeatedly to keep it cool!
Maya ****** I entered in to the school gate after parking my car, as I was making my way towards my locker. I heard someone calling out my name, I turned around.
“Hey, Maya how are you doing?”
Not again! I had told him an number of times, that I'm not interested for going out on a date with him.
“Oh, Elliot I'm fine.” I said, while once again making my way towards my locker.
I was removing my books, for the class but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I took a glance as I removed his hand from there.
I looked at him while giving him a serious look. I don't like when someone touches me, it's make me feel uncomfortable. It's feels like they are suffocating me by putting their dirty hands on me.
“Oh come on babe! Don't play hard to get, I know you want me.” he said, with a smirk on his face.
A loud smack rang throughout the hall way, as I saw shock written on his face. His check had a clear print of my fingers from my slap.
“You bitch!” he yelled.
His hand got up to slap me as I closed my eyes, ready for the pain. But there was none. I opened my eyes as I got surprise. What is he doing? Why is he helping me? And most of all who is he? I have never seen him here before.
“Hey! Man, don't you know how to treat a girl?” he shouted.
“Buddy, it's none of your business, so just fuck off!” he yelled.
The students were gathering and chanting ‘fight’ ‘fight’. I couldn't stand this and ran towards my classroom. I took a seat at the back of the class, as slowly students started coming inside the classroom.
“Good morning, students now settled down” Mr Cole our psychology teacher said.
He talk about, how psychology is a study of soul. But my mind was stuck at that boy, who was defecting me. Who was he? I have never seen him in this school, probably a new student.
Thank God for sending him, because of him I didn't have to suffer the pain. But why would he help me, I'm sure he have some hidden motive for helping me.
****** Ivan
“Hey, dude? Have you called Sarah, she was supposed to be here!” he asked.
I was going to reply but got distracted by a loud smack noise. I turn around to see what is going on, why people are gathering over there.
