Manvi's POV
I don't know what is wrong with me! Why am I taking everything so seriously? For Godsakes it is Virat, my best friend. He is always mean to me, that is how we have always treated each other. I say things to him that I don't mean and so does he. But why are his words affecting me so much. I disappeared on him for the whole day, of course he is mad and is yelling at me. Why does this make me feel so bad? What is wrong with my brain!!!!
He lifted me up and I swear to God I forgot to breathe for like a minute. What is happening to me? Whats up with all these butterflies in my stomach and this tingly feeling? Breathe in breathe out Manvi you are alright. He is yelling at me and all I can think of is that I can feel his heartbeat.
"Put me down." I order him not because I didn't like that he was holding me but because all this is confusing me. I hate myself, I hate Virat, I hate everything.
He sat close to me and asked me what is wrong. What am I supposed to tell him when I don't know it myself?! As soon as Virat left I got up and dialed the one person who I needed the most right now.
"Hello Mom." I barely whispered.
"Hun how are you? Why do you sound so low?" She sounded worried. I shouldn't have called her.
"Umm nothing. I just got back from the beach. You called me today?" I tried to make normal conversation so that she would ignore the fact that I called her.
"Yeah. How is your trip going?"
"Good good. Listen I will talk to you later I am too tired right now." I don't know why I called my mom and now I don't know what made me not want to talk anymore.
"Good night sweetie. You know I'm here and so is your dad if you need anything right?"
"Night mom. I'll see you soon." I terribly miss home right now. I just want to go home and stay in my room. Why do I feel like I want to away from Virat. I don't want to see him anymore or even talk to him. He'll never understand me, he claims he does but he won't. How will he if I don't know it myself!
With so many thoughts in my head I finally fell asleep.
Virat's pov
I sat in the lobby waiting for Manvi. I called her several times but she never answered or called back so I sat in the main lobby waiting for her. I need to know what is going on in that head of hers.
"Viraaattt." One of the girls squealed my name making me flinch internally. What is Paige doing here? Last I heard she was going to Miami for the break.
"Paige." I nodded but my eyes were still looking for the one person who was ignoring me without any reason. Where are you Manvi?
Frankly speaking I don't even know what Paige was babbling about and I couldn't care any less. My whole energy at the time was focused on Manvi.
"Oh Virat you look so hot. I can't get over the fact. Have you been working out a lot lately?"
I gave her a are-you-out-of-your-mind look but she was way past noticing that. The girl was literally feeling my abs while simultaneously unbuttoning my shirt. God what has the world come to? Have some decency lady. I tried to get her hands off me but she was all over me.
"Manvi you are finally here!!!" I heard one of her friends exclaim and my eyes immediately wandered off to find her. There was Manvi standing by the counter wearing a light pink dress looking as beautiful as ever. It was a tube dress and she was showing just enough skin. How does she manage this every time? I mean look at Paige, if not for the feet long top and may be a feet and a half long shorts she'd be naked and yet she repulses me. But Manvi still manages to look hot in her knee length dress. Before I could kick myself for thinking that my best friend is hot, something else distracted me. Manvi looked at me and she looked hurt. Before I could even call out to her she left.
"Manvi Manvi." I pushed Paige off of me and ran after Manvi.
I finally caught up to her and pulled her towards me. Holding her shoulders I yelled at her, "What the f**k is wrong with you? I can't do this. I can't keep up with your ever changing mood. I am not a toy okay. You can't claim to be my best friend one day and then be indifferent towards me the next day."
I was extremely angry and I did everything I had in me to not yell at her more. Her staying quiet with lowered eyes was not helping me calm down. I held her chin roughly and made her look at me. The teardrops in her eyes unarmed me for a second; Manvi never cries. "What is it?" I asked her calmly- well as calm as I could get.
"I can't be friends with you anymore. I hate you." She yelled back before jerking my hands away. She began to walk away from me but I was not going to let her go without an answer. I caught her by the elbow and told her everything that was on my mind. I took out all of my pent up frustration, my disappointment on her, my family, everything out on her. In my defense she had no right walking into my life then ruining everything the very next second.
"Fine. LEAVE." I shouted. Pointing my finger at her I told her things that I know I shouldn't have ever told anyone. "News for you- I hate you too. You are just like my other family members. You made me feel wanted, loved, you acted like you cared and the second I started to trust you, you abandoned me. You are like everyone else Manvi. Forget about being friends with you, I don't even want to see your face. When I didn't look back once and acknowledge my own mother after she left me who are you. I swear to God after today you are dead to me. What else can I expect from someone like you- you disgust me. LEAVE because I HATE YOU."
Without another word she left, never to look back at me again.
After that day I didn't hear another word from Manvi. It was like she never existed. After spring break I thought I would see her in school but I never did. She went to London as a foreign exchange student and didn't even come to see me before she left. No phone calls, no emails, no messages nothing. After few months I graduated from high school too and went to East coast for higher studies.
SONG: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf0qw6aVt_E (Keith Urban- You'll think of me)
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