destined. | h.s

14. last Coberelle uni day

Ariella’s P.O.V

It’s been three days after we came home from London; I went to the university and got back to everyday revisions, while giving time for Mom and Dad to think everything about the scholarship in Manchester University. So it’s a 50:50 situation. I’m still hoping for the best though.

Right now, I am heading to my last class for the day when my phone vibrated through my bag.

Harry

The caller I.D says including a picture of him smiling widely with a thumbs-up, so childish.

I stopped on my tracks since it’s still thirty minutes before classes and pressed the answer button. “Harry, hello?” I spoke first.

“Yeah, hey are you doing anything at the moment?”

“I’m waiting for my final class to start.”

“Oh, maybe later.”

“Wait, it’s fine, what do you want to talk about?”

“Nothing, just wanted to check and talk, boredom kills me.”

“Hmmm, I’m still alive so . . .”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Then we fall into silence just hearing each other sighing until the bell was heard.

“Yeah, classes are up.”

“Okay bye.”

“Bye.”

Some moments to be honest, happens like this, we ran out of something to chat about, and just do that, breath. Then, when one has something urgent and important to do, we hang up.

I ran to the room with my books in my arm and my bag wiggling from up and down. And when I pass through some corridors, a few students stared at me for eternity making me feel like I’m so tiny and all.

And then, there he is, leaned in the locker, eyes with guilt and pleading . . . Zach. I open my mouth to utter something in our language but then a sign says, ‘English zone’. That meant we are not allowed to speak anything in any language, or else will get penalty.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I spoke deadpan.

“What do you mean don’t?” He asks as if he’s innocent and all.

“You know it Zachary, your ‘pleading for forgiveness’ eyes don’t take effect on me.” I replied through gritted teeth now.

“What? So now the ‘Harry’ gets you? You’ve only known each other for days!” He spoke putting air quotes to his name.

“Did I say that we’re in some relationship? No!” I defensively answered. “. . . and at least he didn’t put up a show that ‘I’m your real best friend Ariella’ when he knows he’s not.” I added.

“I said I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry.” He took a step near me, and I continued to look away. “Did he even know about that?”

“I mentioned it a few times when we talked.”

I stared at his eyes for the longest with furrowed eyebrows and tensing fists ready to punch any time now, “You made me look freaking dumb.” before marching out of the blue to the room.

I heave out a relieved sigh, since there are still a few vacant seats and no sign of our professor. A few more flashes of a while ago came back to me. I promised myself to never give in to his beg and to forget, but not now, not now that sense something more believable. Only that, the familiar feeling was felt back in London.