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'When you win a trip to a paradise island, you couldn't be more thrilled. A whole week full of relaxation and rest is exactly what you need. Too bad your mortal enemy had the same idea.
When you're confronted wi...
I broke away staring at him. His dazzling blue eyes looked into mine. I had kissed him back? How?Why? Those sparks that passed between us. The madness that came over us. Everything at that moment was inexplicable.
"What-?" I looked at him rather dumbly.
"I don't understand, Laila. We've know each other for so many years, I don't understand why you hate me so much?"
"What are you talking?" I snapped, angry at myself for accepting that kiss.
"Enough. I am done with this pseudo hatred, alright. I say anything and you shut me up. I come closer and you push me away or run away. Why do you hate me?" His voice had grown subtle.
"Look, I don't know what scheme you're working at this time.."
"Hell I am not. I am tired of receiving your hate." He threw his hands up in the air in surrender. "Why?" He whispered looking at me.
"Really?" I spoke folding my arms. "You don't know?" He looked at me perplexed. "High School Jay, you barely knew me and you said all the mean things.Maybe, I didn't have the best body shape back then, but that just doesn't mean you'd body-shame me with your so called entire gang. What was that now... X too small, Y extra large and Z heavy to hold?" He looked at me dumbfounded." How many such remarks were there?" I asked looking up at him trying not to let those tears appear in my eyes.
"Oh God!" He covered his face with his palms. Dread was written all over his face. "Oh God Laila...I never meant any of it. Laila, I-- I was what sixteen back then? I was immature had a pea-sized brain. I did everything to just get that cool dude tag. I don't even remember any of it.I--"
I felt stupid telling him all of it. Of course, he wouldn't understand how horrible the feeling was. He didn't know how I hated seeing myself in the mirror those days. He didn't know how I cried every morning before dawn because I didn't want to go to school. Now all he had to say was he was immature. Jerk! I turned and began walking back.
"Laila, wait." I heard him, as he held my wrist in his palm's grip. I pulled my hand back.
"I had no idea, this is what has hurt you for so many years. I am sorry Laila. I have always liked you ever since we were on the same team for final year in school. You always had this stubborn hostile attitude towards me. I didn't know why or how to react so I mirrored it. I have no clue when my liking became hating you. I did everything possible in annoying you. From college to work. Getting close to your parents through business. Getting closer to annoy you. I just- - I mean --that way at least I knew that there was something I could do that would matter to you. Lately, reality is been hitting hard. I fought with you about your hair when I wanted to ask you out. I punctured your car wheel when I didn't want you to go out with someone else. I get to all the stupid things when it comes to you." I gulped, he had got closer than he initially was. He wasn't speaking like the jerk I knew. I stepped back, what if this was his super scheme to get back at me? Oh no- not happening.
"I am sorry Laila, I--"
"Very well. Now excuse me if your pathetic monologue is over." I cut him off with my crisp voice. I had barely walked away two steps when I was pulled back.
"What's your problem?" I snapped enraged.
"You. I love you, you idiot. Your best friend, your parents everyone can see that everyone knows it. But you choose to be oblivious to my feelings." He replied irritated. I looked into his eyes. What? Who was he kidding?
"Look, I understand, you've held this grudge against me, but, please give me one chance to rectify--"
"Go fool someone else. A person who can't respect other's feelings, can't have feelings."
He stared at me."Why don't you trust me for once?"
"Trust is earned."
"You don't let me learn it either."
"You have too many backlogs, Mister."
A thick silence was growing.
"Try this scheme of emotional trap for someone else." I turned to walk away. The last thing I heard before I walked away was his whisper, "Laila."
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