Introvert's Love Story

Chapter 2: Innate Feelings

There's always that feeling one gets when he's alone. Nobody's looming over your shoulder, watching your every move. No restrictions to hold you back.

This is exactly what I was feeling while I was alone here in my comfy little home. My parents and older sister had all left me behind to go on their cross-continent adventure.

The freedom felt great. I could do whatever I wanted. Blast music with my speakers? Way ahead of you. Watch adult videos? Sure! Hang myself? Tempting.

Currently, I was lying down on my bed. I was in an awkward position whilst holding my tablet chatting with my friends. With my tablet, I was talking to the person who planned my date last month. God I hate him.

We were talking about the upcoming prom this year. He was bragging non-stop about how he already had a prom date this early, even though prom was still a year away. Seriously, where's this man's priorities?

After around 15 minutes of chatting nonsensically about our life interests (or rather, his life interests), I decided to block him. God, was he annoying.

My mind was finally at peace. Nobody left to nag me with selfish, one-sided conversation. I was sick with the "You know what I did?... Last week I went to... If it were me..." statements he always said. That guy's too self centered.

The only other person to be able to chat with me this frequently was Kylee. But I wouldn't strictly call it a chat. It would be another one-sided conversation, but in a different sense. She'd try her darn hardest to get my attention, and I'd try my darn hardest to avoid it. She would always bring up all kinds of topics, and all I'd reply is a simple "nice" or "lol".

Kylee's an extremely chatty person who'd most likely spend the whole night talking to you about something as senseless as your favorite color, what happens during your birthday, what country you were born, etc (I obviously speak from experience). Problem is, even my conversations with Kylee had been growing less and less frequent. I can't even remember my last conversation with her. I think it may have been ended on the wrong note, but I don't quite remember nor care for that matter.

The list of people she usually talks to was only me and Mathew, it's also unlikely that we've been "replaced" as she's only been frequently talking to Mathew for the last year and me for the last 3 months. Having been replaced like this out of nowhere is strange. Besides, it's not that she's online and not talking to me, she's not online at all. She's been less and less active on Facebook recently.

Well, nothing I can do. If she decides to stop talking to me, that would end up benefiting me more in my life of seclusion and being an introvert. To start that life, I decided to snooze for a bit. It was just 2 in the afternoon, but a little siesta sounds great.

I was immediately denied my peace and quiet as my phone began to ring. I ignored the first time it rang, but then it kept ringing and ringing. I was tempted to place it in the comfort room, but at the same time scared it was concerning something important.

My guts were telling me that it was something important.

Hesitantly, I got up from my bed and walked to the desk where the phone was. I looked at the caller, it was a number which I did not recognize. "Strange," I thought. Who could this be?

Reluctantly, I answered the phone to hear a man shouting my name.

"Dilip!? Dilip, where are you right now?" The person's voice was filled with fear and urgency.

The caller was the person i had just blocked. Instead of wondering and getting mad as to why he suddenly called me when I had just blocked him, I became restless and filled with uncertainty.