Gavin

Judgmental eyes hardly bother me at this age. From a very young age, I was the focus of people’s attention for one or two reasons. I would have gotten annoyed by all these eyes looking at me, whispering and pointing at me, but in my teenage years, I made my peace with this too.

The first staring and whispering occurred after it was on every news channel and headline that my father was having an affair with a B-class actress. Some photos of my father and that actress being intimate were spilled on the media, which were on display everywhere and in the mouths of all the people around me.

It was the first time anyone in school paid me attention. So many people came to have a conversation with me during lunchtime, so much so that I was on the edge of snapping at someone. Thankfully, I controlled it. More like Dean came to my rescue.

The boy, who was known as a bully in the school, stood beside my lunch table when three girls were trying to talk with me. God knew what?

“Do you girls have d