𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅| 3

14: Satisfying

|unedited|

"He in his madness, dreams of chaos and hopes it brings him peace."
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*Kam*

I creeped behind the corner of the hallway like the creepy stalker I was.

Further Maths... Asa's last subject for the day. I gripped the wall, my hands itching me to touch something... Hold something.

It was something I struggled with, these days. I didn't know what to do with my hands. With my heart. With my body. I had been so dedicated to loving Asa with these parts of me... I didn't know what to do with them, now that we weren't together.

What is the use? What did I do with my heart, before Asa occupied it? What did I do with myself, before loving Asa?

The last bell for the day rang, its cacophonic sound, snapping me out of my existential crises. I shifted closer into the wall, intent on keeping a lookout for her.

The door to her classroom bursted open, students spilled out in themes of dark and grey. I waited and waited, my lungs, constricted and squeezed my heart as it pounded out of control.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, the size of Jupiter, and drummed my fingers impatiently on the wall.

Any moment now.

She stepped out.

It was like a breath of fresh air. My toes tingled, my spine straightened. Relief flooded my system again and again.

And suddenly, she fell... No, someone pushed her.

"Watch where you're going!" Someone, shouted from the crowd.

It was like a gunshot to my spine. I stood paralyzed by horror and anger as she fell apart on the floor, hands, breaking her fall, knees, scraping the ground.

Laughter erupted from the hallway as people walked over her. She stayed like that for a moment, then began picking her books that had scattered around her.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance at her asshole classmates.

They were laughing and laughing and jeering and I stood transfixed, staring at Asa in half annoyance, half wonder.

Why won't you fight back? Why won't you speak up? Why do you sit back and let them intimidate you? How do you go through this without screaming your lungs out? How do you hold your pain between your teeth? How are you so quiet in your sadness? Why is it not crippling you and rattling in your chest?

I started to move towards her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Haliya snapped behind me.

I turned around to see her folding her arms, a frown on her face.

"The last thing you need right now is to even be seen with her." She continued, her cat eyes, zeroing in on me. She suddenly glanced at something behind me, a sardonic smirk, decorating her blood red lips. "Amir's already taking care of her."

My head whipped around on its own. Amir was crouched beside her, helping to put her books back in her bag. He watched her stand up by herself, then stood up with her, murmured something and slung her bag over his shoulder easily.

She scowled at first, then smiled sweetly at him, giving him a quick hug.

I squeezed my hands into tightened balls.

"Kam... Are you okay?" Haliya asked softly, reluctantly.

"Yes." I gritted my teeth. Swallowed down gasoline. "Yes, I'm perfect."