T.S. Lover

Chapter Three - The Red from The Past

C h a p t e r   T h r e e : THE RED FROM THE PAST

Noor's P.O.V

22nd July 2004

I told Jassica everything today. She understood me and I love her so much.

She hates T.S. and I hate her for that.

It has been months only since I have known Jassica. She is really sweet, shy and timid, just like me. She too wants to become an author when she grows up... just our reasons are different. She wants to show her talent at writing and I want to heal people by writing... similar to how I have been healing. Though she strictly follows the art-is-not-meant-for-commercialization rule, she wants people to know her.

Math Sir had an emergency today. An emergency to attend his sister-in-law's wedding. Of course, like the busy man he is, he didn't have time to inform us and thus all of us were present to attend the scheduled Simple Interest and Compound Interest class. When the secretary informed us that the class was not being held, all the 'smart' people left dancing happily except Jassica, no J (I gave her this name) and I.

'Are we the only two people who are escorted by the parents?' she asked innocently.

'I think so.' I said and smiled.

And thus we started talking. We talked about a lot of things-our mothers, our daddies, music- One Direction and Justin Bieber (I can't believe she likes him), cartoon, TV-shows and finally novels.

She likes reading Sherlock Holmes. I hate mystery, I can't take suspense. When she asked me about my favourite authors, I could just take one name- Tarun Thakur, obviously, to which she reacted by giving me the most disgusting expression, one that even I can't imitate.

'Eek, how can you like Tarun? I mean have you really read his novels? They are so third grade! I at the age of thirteen can point thousands on grammatical errors in every paragraph he writes, just imagine! All he talks about is stupid love, boy-girl fancy relationships and... and...' she looked around to see if anyone was overhearing us. Of course she realised that we were absolutely alone apart from the secretary who was probably smoking outside the classroom and so she finally uttered rather spelled, 'S-E-X!'

I could not help laughing at her innocence (maybe because I was snatched off my innocence two years, seven moths and twenty-seven days ago... obviously) and said, 'It's no problem to say just one word- sex.'

'Eee, softly! What if someone hears us?'

'So? We will learn about it the next year anyway.' I shrugged.

She adjusted her spectacles cutely on her tiny nose and said, 'Whatever. The bottom line is, Tarun writes shitty novels and looks even shittier, like a wild monkey!'

It was only because she looked so cute that I didn't heave her tongue out of her mouth for calling T.S. shitty. I protested a lot and we actually almost ended up abusing each other. I tried my best not to flow with the heat but she was so stubborn with her opinions about T.S. that I could not help but reveal to her that it was only because of him that I was still breathing... I was still alive.

'What do you mean he healed you? You know him personally?'

'I know him- in and out though I've never seen him.'

'Then what are you talking about?'

'Look Jassica, you don't know a thing about him, about me, so it's better if you keep that mouth of yours shut!'