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9

It was two in the afternoon and she was pacing around the room like there was no tomorrow. There was an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach and her forehead was sweating. With her phone tightly clutched in her right hand, she kept on glancing at the phone every two seconds because she has yet not received the call from a certain someone.

It was hard for her to believe how quickly he has grown into her. She was being a nervous wreck just because of a phone call. He was affecting her mind and soul and not in a good way. He was slowly taking control over all her activities. She was starting to act normal which has not happened since a very long time.

She remembered her being the queen bee of the school, people always surrounding her and kissing the floor she walked. She was the celebrity of the town. Living in Ontario was always something she loved. Apart from it being a small town as a province of East-Central Canada bordering the US and the great lakes, it was also a town where people considered her as a goddess.

It was clear that everyone loved her, from teachers, to parents, to students, to children, everyone. For teachers, she was the student everyone should become like; for parents, she was the girl you should be dating; for students, she was the girl who had high level of sarcasm and comebacks along with the power that could coward anyone; and for children, well, they just loved her.

And when you reach the heights of success, there are always people who try to pull you down. In her case also, there was this girl named as Beatrice McGregor who hated her with all her guts. She always came second in competing with her, no matter how hard she tried. Her boyfriend wanted her to be more like her, a natural beauty. Being tired of everyone complimenting her, she decided to make her life a living hell.

Honey was fifteen, when her mother passed away because of diabetes. Everything faltered after that. News spread faster than any other virus in Ontario and it was all Beatrice needed. Next morning everyone started keeping a distance from her which made her more and more curious. Teachers looked at her with sympathy and her boyfriend broke up with her. Apparantly, her father left her for another woman and Honey became alcoholic.

She tried explaining everyone that her father did not left her for another woman and he had just went abroad for a business meeting which just couldn't be cancelled and that she was not alcoholic. She was still the same girl, but just one rumour and everything slipped from beneath her feet.

Her power was gone, she no longer scared people.

People started ignoring her as if she was a plague. Her results started going downhill as she became more and more reserved and soon she was called an introvert, a wallflower, a depressed— basically an outcast. She became someone she was not.

Beatrice became the new queen bee. She got everything she wanted at her expense and she couldn't do anything. She was helpless.

Now, she was eighteen and depressed like no one else. Her mother died, her limelight was gone, her friends ditched her, her boyfriend broke up with her and all she had was her father to keep her living. He made sure to provide her everything that she wanted and not just needed. Unaware of the fact of what was happening in the school, he could only think of one thing behind her foul mood— her mother's death.

It has been three years since his dad has been trying to bring her old daughter back. He has lost all his hope, but now, he could see a glimpse of his old daughter. He was happy to say the least because after her wife, she was his only family and now, he could see her back. It was like a miracle for him.

She was starting to become a little less reserved and little more of her usual sarcastic self. Her behaviour has started questioning people of her school and surroundings. They were slowly yet steadily starting to get scared of her like they used to before. Her dark aura was coming back.

It was never gone, it was always there, hidden behind the judgemental stares.

But there was always this one person or one boy to be more specific who used to support her from afar.

And that boy was him.

It has already been more than half an hour since she has been pacing around in her room when her phone rang. She breathed a sigh of relief and internally thanked god that nothing has happened to him.

"Hello?" She spoke as if she was not dying for him to call.

"Hola, there!"


"Why'd you call?"


"I can definitely feel when I am not welcomed."


"So, shall I say goodbye?"


"Goodbye to what? Your virginity?"


"Damn, Pooh! Why you always have to include your lame ass innuendos?"


"I am trying to give up sexual innuendos, but it's hard. So, hard."


"You know what I'd have done if we were in person?"


"Whatever it is, I think I'll love it."


"Two words, one finger."


"And the answer is yes."

"Goodbye, Pooh."


"Bye, Honey."


And sometimes a known call from an unknown person is all you need to feel better.


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I'm not even going to make any excuse this time for updating SO late. I simply forgot about this book.