Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)

57. The One Where I Am Left With Nothing

[ K A B I R ' S P O V ]

Loosening my tie around the neck, I walked across the hallways of the school, the students bypassing me, engaged in their own conversations as I tried to avoid the conversation made by Kashish.

What could I do to make her shut the mouth?

Curling my hands, I passed her a smile, popping my dimples out. "Kashish, the break is ending."

She halted, looked down at her watch and nodded. "One more minute, Kabir." Why the hell did I agree to be in a relationship?

"I don't want to stop for another minute," I said harshly. "And yes, I forgot to tell." End it. From the distance, Nisha winked, grinning at me. She knew how much I hated Kashish presence next to me, despised that both she and Udisha made fun of me in front of mom and dad, throwing subtle hints on my relationship.

"What?"

"I break up with you." Her face drowned in confusion. "I had a good time. Thank you very much."

"But what about our future?" She spluttered, emotions rising in her eyes.

"Future?" Helpless, I stared at Nisha, panicking at the girl standing opposite to me. I didn't deal with girls crying except if it was my twin because I hated whenever she cried, and once, to make her stop, I had to sacrifice my remote control car to her. "We're just twelve."

"But-" She started crying.

"Stop, please." I flew my hands to make her stop, pacing my head back and forth to make sure no one was witnessing this scene. "Do whatever you want." Taking a turn, I started weaving through the throng of the crowd, ignoring her calling for me.

She should have known I hated crying girls.

As I weaved through the crowd, my shoulder slammed with a girl, resulting both of us to fall down on the floor.

"Can't you see where you're going?" I hissed, brushing my hands on the paint splattered on my school shirt. "You stupid-" My words died down to see her attention on something else, her hands flying to her books, rubbing on the paint.

"What have you done?" She exasperated. "Why are you walking in the wrong direction?"

"It's your mistake," I shouted, calling the attention of passerby on us. "You're clumsy." Taking the bottle of the paints, I threw it on the rest of her books. "Stupid."

Standing up, I glanced at Nisha's disapproving look, directed at the girl trying to get her books together.

"Don't tell me you're crying," I hissed. "What's the problem with you girls?"

"Alina," I heard a distant voice and turned to find another girl crunching next to her. "It's okay."

"But-"

"It's okay. He's like this only. Let's not create a scene."

"Jerk," Mumbling under her breath, Alina and the girl walked out of the hallway, the blue paint still covering the floor.

Shrugging my shoulders, I paddled to my class but the paint on my shirt kept on bothering me. I didn't even have an extra shirt to change into and another four periods were left to go through with.

Sighing, I slid in the backseat of the class, hearing the boring lectures of social science.

Soon after that, I felt a tug on my arm sleeve. Confused, I turned to look at the new boy sitting opposite to me. He had joined school a month ago in between the semesters, always alone and sitting at the corner of the room, avoiding all of us.