She watched him through her window, as he rode on his bicycle with his acquaintances. Waiting for the perfect moment to thrown down the letter she had wrote, and had crumpled into a paper ball.
With her heart in her chest, she closed her eyes and pictured his handsome face. Created mental images of him smiling, and hugging her tightly. And then kissing, just like she had saw in the movies. She could feel a huge smiling forming up in her face, at this.
Seven years. It had been seven years since she has had this crush on him. It was her first day of kindergarten, and she was being bullied, and had her milk spilled by these bullies. He had seen her crying, tried to console her, and had offered her his own milk instead.
He was really cute with chubby round cheeks that she wanted to stroke lightly. Of all the kids, he was the most neat kid. He even had a wrist watch. Something w
Writer's POVShe recalled all that just happened. It was music class, and it was her turn to sing. She had even worn her best dress to school on that day, and had tried to aww the class, because her parents had pointed out that she had a very nice voice for singing. They had really complimented her dress that morning, telling her how beautiful she was. And she had believed them. Only to arrive at school, at get laughed at by her classmates. Worse, her voice was being mocked, and she was being thrown food, by these classmates. Something her teacher couldn't put to stop. Rather she let it all happened to her. Despite it was really wrong. And she wasn't supposed to be treated like that.The world was cruel. She thought.Because she had wanted to fit in, wanted to be liked by all. But she had made a big fool of herself, by assuming she was going to get pra
Writer's POVAge 17.She merged into the crowd of students who were heading to their supposed classes, her backpack slung over her shoulder, as she ate out from the candy on her hand, and began advancing towards her locker.It was the first day of senior year. She could feel her smile huge on her face. Because she would move out of the country, so she could start her dream tertiary institute. She couldn't wait to get over with senior year to already.With her left hand on the strap of her backpack, she looked around the school with a smile on her face. One more year, and she was free to live her life the way she wanted, with non of her parents under her neck, telling her what to do.Kids began moving away so she could pass, as the awed and wowed about her looking good. Some even had the guts to
Writers POVShe looked away from his gaze, then closed her locker shut. Feeling so uneasy on the inside, and had no idea why.He still had so much effect on her, and she couldn't deny it. He was her first love after all. And she still had feelings for him. Because she was fully aware that feelings didn't die.Of course, Sam had been looking for ways to talk to her, but always got snubbed. She never payed any attention to him. Always acted like he wasn't present when he came around her and her friends, just so he could speak with her.She enjoyed seeing him look frustrated because of her. She thought it served him right, because he had made her reduced herself more into her shell. She had wanted to creep up in a corner and die on the day he had rejected and body shamed her.
Writer's POVBeing fat wasn't her fault. She had been a kid. And was still very innocent. Had so much love inside of her, and wanted to be liked by all.She had loved food, and was told at home that she could eat as much as she wanted. Her parents had told her she was beautiful the way she was. And she had believed this, until she was being bullied by her classmates at school, for being fat. They had bullied her both physically and emotionally. Something that had left invisible scars on her insides. She also could remember how she was laughed at, and thrown food when she had tried to sing her own song, during music class. Her classmates and been so cruel, and her teacher couldn't even stop them. The woman had watched the kids bully her, and did nothing about it. Because she too didn't like her. She had been fat and ugly to everyone at school. Rejected by the one who she had developed feelings for. Not only rejected, but was als
Writer's POVBolu on the other hand was extremely uncomfortable, she acted bold and smart, but with him behind her back, she couldn't think straight. She still had a crush on him, despite how he had hurt her. But she knew there was no way, she was going to have anything to do with him. He was the boy who had rejected her. And having been she hadn't moved out to change, nothing would have changed. She would have been the fat, ugly, unloved girl who no one wanted. The girl who got rejected by him. She knew all of these, that was why she chose to leave.Staying with her aunt wasn't easy for her. She had to watch her weight, by eating less food. Something which was just twice in a day. In the morning, and evening. At first it was hard to stick to this new rule, she had wanted to burst into tears because she was finding it difficult to adapt to this new rule. But
Writer's POV"Just stop. Stop okay? You pushed me away, six years ago." Bolu reminded him, with her heart pounding with full force in her chest. She couldn't believe he just said he was inlove with her. And she didn't know why she she felt excited, relieved and disappointed all together.She had longed for this six years ago. Her eleven years old self, had wanted him to tell her this. She knew she would have been over excited on that day, if he had told her he loved her. But it had to take six years, with she getting rejected by him, nights that were spent crying, starving and vomiting, and then gaining confidence, having the perfect body, and then moving back, it had taken all of these for him to realize that he loved her. And then he had summoned up the courage to tell her.What if she hadn't left? She wondered. What if she had gone to school on that Monday, after getting rejected by him on the Saturday evening. She fe
Writer's POVWhat next he did surprised her, because he stretched forth his hand to her hair, and she shifted backwards before he could. Then gave him a questioning look."I uh, was just trying to take dirt off your hair." He said, then blew out a big breath of frustration. It seemed he was already getting fed up with her attitude towards him, but was still staying because maybe, just maybe he meant every word. She thought."I'm sorry, I don't like someone touching my hair." She said, and he knew she was lying. However, she asked him to still take the dirt off her hair. And watched him cautiously as began doing as she had instructed.He raised his hand up and then touched her hair at first. Something which sent shivers down her spine, and generated goosebumps on her every single pore.She took a hard dry gulp to be calm, because it seem like he was affecting her so much.&
Writer’s POVAge 26“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” Dave announced, settling the coffee at the side of the kitchen counter were he had his behind rested against.And Bolu’s lips parted out of shock. Because it looked like she hadn’t heard him clearly, and he had said something so different and normal.“I beg your pardon?” She uplifted a brow at him. Then yawned with her hand fisted against her mouth. She had just woken up, clad in her pajamas, comfy flip flops, with disarrayed and was on her way to go get some coffee, when she met Dave already in the kitchen.He had his long hair packed up in a pony tail, and was putting on skinny black jeans, and was bare chested as usual.“You heard me clearly.” He replied, in his thick British accent. Looking good as the devil, he jammed his fists into his pants pocket, then gave her a displeasing look.“This isn’t working out. It’s all so obvious that we’ve outgrown the