In the dorm, when I was about to start writing the notes five times for Jiffy, my mind forced me into doing what I've doing for the last two years. I was searching my bag for the notes when I found the letter I'd left incomplete in class. I ignored it; I had so much of work to do. But my bad, the harder I tried to resist it, the more it tempted. These letters were like a drug to me; I couldn't rest until I wrote at least one in a week for most, but mostly I would write one everyday. Quickly finishing with it, I tried to do the punishment notes as fast as possible, but ended up waking late.
Waking up in the morning was the hardest thing to do. It took me a lot of strength to keep my eyes open while getting ready anyways, and today, it was a lot harder because I had slept for just four hours. Why do Mr. Thompson have to give so long notes? And then punishment. And that too five times!
Outside the dorm I met Jiffy waiting to pick me up, with Brianna sitting beside him. I greeted them and sat at the back seat. Rianna, as she preferred to be called, was Jiffy's 2-month old crush and they had got into a relationship recently after some of his male friends had encouraged him to tell her. He just couldn't get enough of her. Being the attention loving girl she was, Rianna enjoyed everything that he did for her. Had I been there when those boys were manipulating him, I would have slapped each one of them and dragged Jiff away.
I don't know when I dozed off, but when I woke up, I saw Bri- or Britch(Brianna+bitch), as I'd named her- tickling him. "You wanna die b-" I yelled. I wanted to call her a bitch, but I resisted that temptation. Anyways, she'd stopped tickling him and he got back on track, but didn't say anything back. He knew if he would have said anything, he, and before him his 'lovely girlfriend' would have their heads ripped off.
Rest of the way we all kept quiet. Real quiet. On reaching the parking area, Britch and I got out of the car and waited for him as he drove ahead to find a parking area. I looked back at the cars coming and after a while, when I turned around, I saw Britch pulling him along with her and he just turned his neck around to nod at me- to call me to come with him, somehow. I sighed and followed on behind. I had no other choice, our first class was together. In fact, all our classes were together. That's what got us closer and we became best friends.
Our friendship dates back to the start of our Uni days. We both were new to this city. Coming to Los Angeles, and going to University of Southern California was a dream for both of us. He was a native American, from New Mexico, and I was Indian, totally new to this country and culture. I still remember how we both met; in the cafeteria. It was a collision following a big fight. Yes, that's how we met.
We were both walking towards each other, oblivious of the other one coming from front. We both were looking down as we felt a bit awkward in this new place. And we obviously thought the person coming from front would see and move aside. But no, both looking down. And wham! We both were on the floor, our food spread all over. We looked at each other with shock and disgust. People around us stopped to look, first astonished, then they helped us getting up and then it happened.
"What the hell did you do?" I yelled, emphasizing on the last four words.
"What did I do? Can't you walk properly?" He yelled back.
"I was walking properly, can't you see someone's coming from front?"
"Can't you see?"
And our exchange of furious words went on, with 'idiot', 'bitch', 'jerk' and all the bad words we knew (thankfully we both didn't knew many). That day was our first day, so it was given free to us for checking out the whole campus. Next day, when I entered this hall which was meant to be a class for Language, I saw him sitting on the first seat, where I had planned to sit. Actually I had planned I'll sit on any first seat available because this accent was new to me and I already was having a hard time understanding it, it would have been harder if I sat somewhere at the back. Fortunately, I had found a seat on the front row, and away from Jiffy. But, unfortunately Mr. Adams made me sit next to him; well practically, he made me sit next to him as it was empty, and he said it'll be better if I sit there as the seat was in front his table.
Our first few days went wordless, with the irritation of finding each other in every class. But we both were stubborn enough to not change our classes. The ice broke when we both were brought together as partners for a project. It was real awkward at first, but then something happened, and we clicked really well. May be it was our common love for some singers and bands. Or may be it was just our similar natures. That is what bonded us and still keeps us together. We had become inseparable since. We gave each other special names- I called him Jiffy or Jiff, which no one else was allowed to use. And he called me Fay, which again, no one else was allowed to use. And occasionally, of course words like jerk, bitch were the best options. I swear I couldn't find a better best friend. When I first got to know that I'm coming here, when I'd stepped on this new land, even when I'd first entered the campus, I could just think of finding some good girl and be friends with her. But I think I didn't find anyone just because I was going get this precious boy. Someone better than any- well, almost any- girl in this uni.
He was mine.
My Jiffy.
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Those Hidden Letters
FanficShe loved Zayn. Zayn had no idea. There were thousands of letters he didn't know about. She loved him with all her heart. And that was the last thing she had, the last thing she would lose.
