My hand trembled. I felt tingly everywhere. The feeling was electric. I doubted what my eyes saw. I can't even-
I rechecked but what in the name of loving Lords. He was my friend on Facebook now. I didn't want to even wake up if this was a dream. At least, now he knew that I existed. This guy was so unaware about my crush on him, it almost made me scream, that was wierd though.
My guilt went away in a flash. I felt full of myself and smiled at myself in the mirror. He did this to me. He made me feel special whenever I felt low. I checked my phone and saw that he was online right now. I didn't want to text him because I was afraid he would not even see it and leave me broken hearted. I smiled at his profile picture and stalked his account being very careful trying not to press the like button.
A notification popped up when I was scrolling.
"Hi," was a message he sent me.
My freaking crush was DMing me. What even-? I can't handle this. Not true. Dream alert! My hands were shivering while I opened the messenger. I didn't know what to reply. 'Hi' most probably?
"Hi!" I typed with an exclamation mark.
I was still afraid that he might not even see my message but I knew he was a good guy and tapped the send button. His reply came almost immediately like he was waiting for my message. I didn't even know what to think.
"I didn't know you were in my school, I remember that you fell off the bicycle that day"
"Oh. Thanks for helping me that day and I've been in this school since 2nd grade."
"Ohk. BTW You don't need to say thanks."
What was I supposed to say next? I didn't wanna come out as desperate or anything like that. So I took the conversation forward like a sensible student.
"Why is your classmate Sameer such a jerk?"
"Idk. He has always been a bully"
"And you never did anything about it?"
"I did, but he never understood. I'd do anything to make that guy understand that whatever he does is wrong and it hurts people."
This was the thing I loved about Jai. He didn't want to hurt Sameer! He just wanted to make him understand.
"He has been such a creep towards my friend."
"Who? Kanak?"
How did he know Kanak? She was a new student, even the students from our own class didn't know her properly and he knew her! A frown replaced my smile.
"How do you know Kanak?" I finally typed.
"We often hangout."
Wha-? What?
And that's how my electric bulb fused. He hung out with Kanak, she didn't even tell me!
I cried myself to sleep. I, again, felt guilty for not replying to his message. I realised he was offline now. I left his message at seen and I could no longer feel my hands. I was in pain. I didn't deserve him, I never will. I didn't want to hurt myself and decided not to ever see him again. I could not bear it. What do you expect?
I felt a sense of hatred towards Kanak and I couldn't help it. She could've told me! I skipped school the next day. I needed a break. A break from people.
In the evening, I captured the burning beauty of sunset from my terrace, it always calmed me but today it didn't. I hadn't touched my phone since last night. I buried my head in my knees and cried with the sunset, I was over-dramatic, I knew it but just couldn't help it.
I went downstairs when it was almost dark. I cooked to release my stress but nothing worked. I knew I had to face Kanak tomorrow and the thought made me sick.
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"Hey! Where were you yesterday?" said Kanak with a smile on her face as I entered the classroom the next day.
Her smile seemed to me like a monster's. I didn't answer her, I couldn't.
I sat at an empty desk at the back. Kanak was shocked, I guess.
"You aren't sitting with me?" her calm voice still pierced my ears.
I couldn't control myself, I couldn't.
"No, any issue?" I said blankly staring at her.
"Did you-?" she said with an expression of fear as she came towards me.
"You thought I wouldn't know?!" I said as my eyebrows frowned.
"I was gonna tell you."
Oh! Too late, girl.
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