"Good morning Love."
"Morning." I said.
"Why is my baby annoyed?" Alivia pecked me.
"Just...stuff." I lied.
"May I know?" She asked touching the diary in my hands. And her poking in was annoying me now.
"No." I said looking into her eyes.
"O--" Before she could say any further, I left.
I didn't love her. She was just a fling. Her eyes only reveal cunningness.
My diary, must belong to me.
Just an old hand down notebook meant a lot to me. It had torments, tolerance, triumph, tenderness.
I walked slowly to the garden area or we could say jungle line. It had a small pond made out of logged rain water. And it managed to get pretty. Benches,flowers, breeze, shades, a nice view.
Her bench was empty today. No Klevea. Whole school seemed dull.
Actually, she was more dull. Always busy with herself. No one likes to talk to her but to seek help. And she talked no more than required. That's what I witnessed all this time.
A beautiful weirdness.
When I came here, my extrovert nature lured chicks to me. I also enjoyed that attention. Lads were also friendly to keep up a good image. A few were hostile but it was dealt with.
Yet I never saw her for me.
And I hate that.
There she is again, by the old clock, helping a boy this time.
Irritating but let's eavsdrop.