🌅11:30 am🌅
I didn't talk much to Kieran after Kieran took my phone away and told Evan to never call me.
I was furious, yes. But I was more furious because Kieran was dragging himself into the mess known as my life.
He already had his problems. I didn't want him to get burdened by mine too. I was sure that Evan would be a tattle-tale and tell my parents that I was with a boy.
My parents never really liked Evan. They always told me that there was something off about him. I wish I had believed them.
I guess I just got too blinded by his artificial brightness.
Kieran had tried making me talk to him. But then, I was stubborn when I had to. I had told him that I didn't want him involved in this when he took my phone away.
But no, he had to go ahead and shout at Evan for being a douche.
"Princess, you know why I did it. I know he got riled up because of your cold attitude towards him. For god's sake, he started throwing profanities at you! How could I sit there quietly when he was disrespecting you?"
I was really frustrated now. I stood up from my seat and went to his.
I looked him straight in his eyes.
"Why does it bother you, Kieran? Tell me, why is it bothering you?"
He ignored the eye-contact. Hypocrite. I held his chin and made him face me.
"Answer me. Kieran."
"Because I care about you, princess."
I stood there blank. My face devoid of any expressions. My heart was leaping in joy but my mind did not want to process whatever he was saying.
He held my hand and said, "I don't know why I do princess. But I care about you a lot. It hurts me to see your once laughing face full of gloom. He deserved whatever I said to him."
"You don't even know me." I said, looking anywhere but him.
"I got to know you enough than most did even in their ten years. And deep inside you know that."
Finally I asked the question, I dreaded the most.
"What happens when we reach our destination?"
He looked away from me. And I closed my eyes. The tears threatening to come out. I knew the answer. But I didn't want to accept it. A few seconds later, I found his fingers wiping away my tears.
"We'll no longer be strangers, princess. We'll be traingers."
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Traingers
Short StoryTrainger /'treɪn(d)ʒə/ noun a person whom one does not know but comes to know due to a train journey. Myra Andrews. A 19-year old frustrated student. Your image of a flawless girl. But how can she stay quiet when she realises that life is much more...
