#Chapter24'"And I will never, ever, cross your path again."'******I hate Harper because he always brought out a weak side of me, a side I have never been fond of. I have always been proud of the fact that I had the ability to school my emotions and stand tall whenever a problem came my way.But with him, all this control somehow goes down the drain. I never considered myself a control freak and I never wanted people to bow down to me, or listen to every word I say. The only thing I really wanted was to never appear weak in front of anyone. I never wanted anyone to emotionally exploit me or know what was going on in my head.In short, I never wanted to be vulnerable in front of anyone. People take advantage of you if they come to know about the chinks in your armor and I didn't want that. I wasn't a superhero, I knew I had weaknesses but that doesn't mean I was keen on showing them to anyone. I would much rather prefer to don a carefree and strong mask like everyone else
#Chapter25I looked at Nat and then Sam, they were both looking at me, waiting for me to speak. Would it be okay to say I was a little afraid?"What am I supposed to know?" I felt like an idiot sitting there. Today had been full of weird exchanges and I really wanted this one to end. I had absolutely no idea what these three were talking about and by the way they were looking at me, I should have had some inkling.Sam was the first one to speak after an uncomfortable silence of a few minutes. "I told you she doesn't know. We didn't tell her and she doesn't talk to anyone else."Did she just say that I was a loner?!Harper groaned and ran a frustrating hand over his face and through his hair, messing it up more. "I would like to talk to Zara alone." His voice was rough and determined. I started to protest, but before I could speak anything, Nat and Sam were already heading out of the room. Both of them gave me apologetic glances and quickly walked towards the doo
#Chapter26'Apparently, you don't thank your best friends for any sort of help.'******He left me there, in the living room, alone, with a thousand unanswered questions of my own. I didn't expect more from him and I was glad that this would be the last encounter we would have with each other.I turned around to see Sam and Nat standing in the doorway of the living room, looking expectantly at me."You were listening through the keyhole, weren't you?" I asked softly, afraid of their answer. Did they hear about the dreams that I had been having. They frantically shook their heads and I smiled at the sight.I sighed and moved towards one of the couches. I sat down and pulled my knees to my chest, waiting for the both of them to sit down.They both walked in and took their seats in front of me."What happened?" Sam asked, concern evident in her voice."Honestly, I don't know." There were too many unanswered questions and theories for me to comprehend. "What di
#Chapter27The three of us climbed into Nat's car to get to school early in the morning. None of us really wanted to go to school because we had spent the night talking till the early hours of the morning, joking and having fun. But I had promised my Dad that I would go to school and I meant to keep my promise to him, much to the dismay of my friends.I had borrowed a full sleeved silk blouse from Nat so that I could hide the ugly purple bruise. Seriously, how strong was Harper that he managed to leave such a bruise on me. Damn him to hell!We hopped in Nat's car with Nat on the wheel, Sam in the passenger seat and me in the back. 'Closer' by The Chainsmokers was blasting on the radio. We still listened to the song, we loved it that much. We often put it on repeat on our sleepovers together and we had it on repeat for the fifteen minutes drive to school.We reached school in precisely fifteen minutes. Nat parked the car in the school parking lot and we got out of the car.
#Chapter28'Meet me on the benches during the third period?'******Aiden was there, in my classroom, standing with a big box of chocolates and a bigger bouquet of red roses in his hands, right beside my designated seat. He was smiling and looked at me with so much admiration in his eyes, that my knees nearly buckled.I could practically hear the lyrics of Wildest Dreams in my head!That's right. These scenes only happened in movies and cliché teen novels. In real life, a girl like me only gets a cheap box of dark chocolates, a single red rose and a letter on my desk.I walked ever so slowly to my seat, careful to avoid eye contact with everyone's inquisitive eyes.I put my bag down and grabbed the box of chocolates. You can't blame me, people. Turns out that they are not cheap. At all.I stuffed the single rose and the chocolate box in my bag. Without sniffing it, may I add.I opened the letter, which was clearly torn out of a notebook. It was nothing extravag
#Chapter29I had to give him credit though. He had balls coming here, stirring up things and rumours like nobody's business when he wanted to do nothing with me. What is this guy's problem, anyway? Was this all a sick game to him?"You promised me you would stay away from me, Harper. Last night." I folded my arms under my chest, ready to shoot him down once and for all. I gritted my teeth in frustration. I was going to need a lot of deep breaths if I was going to talk to him now!He shrugged and tucked his hands into his blue jeans. "I couldn't stay away." I can smell bullshit from a mile away, boy!How could he just shrug, as if what I asked him was of absolutely no consequence?And what does he mean by "he couldn't"?!"Well, too bad." I scoffed and rolled my eyes, already getting annoyed at his presence. "I don't want anything to do with you."He sighed and ran a frustrated hand through his hair, messing it up even more and giving that smouldering I-don't-car
#Chapter30'Would someone help me plot his murder?'******"You're never going to believe what just happened." I said, putting down my tray and sitting down at our "reserved" table in the cafeteria.After the "meet and greet" with Harper, I walked straight into the girl's washroom to clear my thoughts, and to convince myself that I did the right thing by refusing to give Harper a chance. Every cell in my body wanted to go back and remove that despondent look on Harper's face, that I put there in the first place, but I had to hold my ground. My faculties were in total debate with each other. The sane part of me stressed upon the fact that I did the right thing by refusing him. He didn't deserve any more chances. He hadn't actually done anything which showed me that he was serious about me and after the things he said yesterday, it was going to take a lot more than painting my locker, balloons, chocolates, a rose and a heart warming love note!I waited for the lunch bell
#Chapter31I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. I watched Harper have his lunch in peace while I kept glaring daggers at him.I could get up from the table and walk out of the cafeteria, but I was hungry and I didn't want to leave the battleground. Not when he was challenging me at my home ground.I gingerly picked up my fork and got back to eating my lunch, quite aware of the sneaking glances Harper constantly threw at me.***The week that followed was one of the most frustrating and exasperating one of my life. In the days that followed, Harper didn't just make a statement, he had gone all out and made a declaration to the world, which landed me in the centre of all the attention and the public's scrutiny.Every damn day, my day started with finding Harper in front of my locker, waiting for me, before the first class started. He had the gall to just turn up even after I told him off.I knew it was absolutely useless to ask him to stop bothering me. So I d