Through My Eyes (Being Edited)

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Scarlet

Part #1

It was a sunny day. The school had just started a week back and we were already waiting for it to end. Aside from boring teachers and studies, it was the hot weather that had us sweating like pigs but then I don’t think anything mattered to me. Everything felt beautiful around me. Most probably because this was the time that I had the spark in both, my soul and my eyes, which might link up to the fact that Adrian and I were friends or whatever it was that we were. Well, yes, I am taking you back to what I prefer calling as the darkest year of my life. It’s fitting seeing how I was blinded by love, lies and bitter truth.  The only person that dragged me to light was Scarlet. Not only. Alex and Veronica, please don’t kill me for not mentioning you two as well. I swear it’s just my poor head.

That day of September, we saw two tall girls standing at the entrance. Back then, we used to pray for a new girl in our class. A new girl meant a new challenge. These two girls had us curious because it had been eons since we had a new comer. J. and I stood by the pillar, analysing the two girls infront of us. They looked like cousins to us or even old friends. The question swirling in our heads was which one of the two would be lucky enough to attend our class. We commented, drooled and finally approved of the girl that was shorter of the two. Okay, yes! She was taller than me.  She stood a tall and proud five feet six inch high. *sniffs*

We talked about how perfect her hands, hair and physique were and I couldn’t help making love-struck faces at her. I’m glad she never noticed though because I would have had to explain them to her later. She looked like the type my mother wanted me to be. Too bad for my mother that isn’t going to happen. Somehow she inculcated a few girly things in me too. Big surprise there! Remember the ‘boyishly-charming gang’? It turned into giggling girlies since Alex left, though the major change in me took ever since this yummy-chocolate-brown haired girl came in my life.

I remember as the ring went off, she walked in our class. A little something inside of me jumped and I knew then that I had some fair sexuality issues. The usual happened, the teacher asked her to stand up and introduce herself and then the unusual happened, I drooled while she stammered and pushed her locks behind her hair nervously. To people around me I had this cocky-smug smirk on my face but the butterflies in my stomach said otherwise. When she came to sit infront of me, my heart skipped a beat and before I prolong this lover-boy crap any longer and have my head cropped by one of my readers, I’ll just come to the point and say that I mustered the courage and poked her on the shoulder. She turned and I let out a polite smile and asked her name.

‘Sc. . . ‘

I nodded uncertainly. She went back to her business. I poked her to hear her name once again because I didn’t quite catch it the first time. She turned.

‘I didn’t quite catch your name. Sorry, would you mind repeating it?’

No. That’s what I just came up with, then I had asked a simple, ‘what’s your name, again?’

‘Sc. . .’

This time I turned to Cherrie to see if she had been able to hear it. She just shook her head. Sensing the great complication this pretty brunette had left me in, I poked her once again.

‘Ha ha ha, I am sorry but can you please say it slowly?’

‘It’s Scarlet Christopher.’

‘Christo-what?’

‘Christopher.’

‘Oh. Okay, good. Good.’

Lunch time came about and my fellow classmates were out of their minds. Standing on chairs, doing the crazy Sheila Ki Jawani moves, laughing their anatomies off and what not! This happened on daily basis. Cherrie and me, being too cool for the crowd, decided to save Scarlet from the misery our class was putting her in. I poked her one more time and gave her the signal to follow us out. We made it to the vacant class where we liked to chat, have lunch and dance. Don’t judge me but the third question I asked from Scarlet was ‘can you dance?’

The conversations flowed easily. Soon she was genuinely enjoying herself and feeling a tad comfortable. It was easy to tell, given the look of relief on her face. She started to hang out with us and soon it became the two of us. We started walking because I always liked to walk. I would grab a friend and then walk for all the free time we had. Before it was R. and then it became Scarlet. It was easy to be friends with her. We couldn’t stop high-fiving the first few days because we had so much in common. Every time we realized the common things in us, we high-fived. She was like a mine full of gold but then again they say ‘everything that shines is not gold.’