Us Being Us (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

II. First Fight, Worst Fight

Darshan's POV:

I ran down the ground to the football ground during PE and bumped into someone. I kept running. "Darshan Raval!!" That same annoying voice screamed. Aisha. "Dekh ke nahi bhag sakta kya? Andhe kamine. Aah!" She continued screaming as I turned towards her. Her pant leg was torn and soaked with blood. And a rock lay beside with blood on it. She got up and fell back down with tears welling up in her eyes. "Utna bhi kuch nahi hua hai!" I nagged. "Really? Tujhe hota aur main aise bolti toh kaisa lagta? Huh?" 

She got up and limped away, silent tears running down her face. I ran away to play soccer with the gang. I didn't care (right?). 

Jyugal's POV:

"Kya hua? Aisha kyun ro rahi thi?" I asked as I walked up to the gang. "Yaar, ek chota sa cut lag gaya. Uske liye kaun rota hai?" Siddharth scoffed. "Her pant leg is soaked with blood and she is limping, for god's sake. That is not a small cut!!" I exclaimed. "Kuch nahi hota, sabko pata hai ki who kamzor hai," Hardil laughed. "Ugh!" I ran to the nurse's office to see her. 

"Can I see Aisha?" I asked, worriedly. The nurse nodded. "Bhai.Tu kyun aaya hai?" Aisha asked. "Tu thik hai? I am sorry, on behalf of Darshan." I hugged her. "I will kill him," she spoke. "Okay. That I cannot help. Just don't hurt yourself," I smiled. She nodded. The nurse asked me to take her back and she limped up to me. As we reached the ground she speed-limped to Darshan and backhanded him. Hard. 

Aisha's POV:

"What was that, Aisha?" Darshan yelled. Oh no, he didn't! "That was for being an inconsiderate ass," I stated and limped up to Hardil, smacking him as well. "That was for calling me weak. I can slit your throat with tears running down my cheeks."

I hobbled away to my class as the bell tolled. Loudly. 

An Hour Later...

"Hi, Mamma," I said quietly and sat on my mom's scooter. "What happened to your leg?" Mom asked. "Ask him," I said, pointing to Darshan. My mom raised her eyebrow. "I bumped into her while running to the soccer ground. She came to me after going to the nurse and backhanded me."

"You deserved it Darshan! You hurt me and did not even say sorry! You don't care about anyone but yourself, do you?" I yelled. "No! I care about everyone. I just don't care about you!! None of us care," he yelled back. "Right. Just don't talk to me anymore." I said quietly. "Mujhe koi interest nahi hai. I hate you."

I hated him back (I guess), but I couldn't forget all the memories we had together. 8 years of memories. I can't just forget them!!