We were both laughing in the back of the booth, like a bunch of hyenas laughing, and I could feel people staring at us, probably thinking about how crazy we were. But it didn't matter because once in my life I was happy.
Don't know if it's because it was with him or it was the atmosphere of the place.
'Wait.. wait you did what?"
"Yeah! I didn't know that it was hard to get it off! Got suspended for a month after that prank," He laughs, "Mr.Smith was half green for a whole month, and I then changed into another course since he quoted 'He didn't want to fck with the demon himself."
"I can't believe they haven't expelled you yet for that, and what will your parents say?" I told him he was chuckling.
"Well, I guess I was that lucky, and my parents wouldn't care anyway, even a prankster like me had good grades, can't argue with that." He shrugs, "What will they do? Cut my allowance?"
"Yes, they will. Won't you get the pleasure of eating food if you didn't have money?" I snicker at him, and he laughs back as he was nodding his head in agreement.
"You're right, and it's sad to know without money we can't do the things that make us happy." I know, I know how that feels like.
As the silence took over again, it was peaceful this time. Despite our casual banter and silence or two, it was nice. It was not the awkward kind, and it was comforting—something I haven't done in a while.
Well, something I have never done before, it was nice chilling with him, and I couldn't help to feel attracted every time we spend with each other. It was scary, and it was new. But a new change wouldn't be so bad, wouldn't it?
"Now tell me about you?" I heard him said.
"About you, your dislike and likes and your interest? What excites you?" my eyebrows furrow, my dislikes and likes?
"I have never been asked stuff like that… I don't think I know." My answer was simple, and it was the bitter truth. Being blind kind of throws off the idea of doing some stuff, so a hobby I want to do is also limited.
"What? You don't have any?" he asked," There must be something you'll like to do."
I shrug," can't say the same thing Nic, being blind kind of throws you in limited choice, and since it's limited, I don't think I can do much."
He was listening to her as he was studying her. She was sure something. He can see her fidgeting in her seat, and he was afraid that he might make her uncomfortable. But he couldn't help to stare at her in amusement.
He couldn't help to recall over the call they made last time; it was a first for him. He had expected her to call him, cocky for sure. But it was something he was so using too if he gives girls his numbers; for a school project that is; he can bet the next minutes they'll be trying to call him, and spam his messages until he had to block them.
But was he surprise to know that she didn't even bother on calling or texting, and for the first time in his life, he was afraid that somehow she might have given him the wrong number or she had tricked him on giving her numbers.
It did quite make sense in his mind on why he was so persistence on asking her numbers at. First, he could always ask her where to meet and the time and get it done with without asking her number. But he wanted too…
He wants to know her numbers so he could talk to her without feeling awkward on the campus. He could see the stares that they had given her when she was beside him. They didn't have anything better to do. Maybe she didn't realise, but he could see her cheeks red every time they had walked together.
He would smile on how cute she was being, and it made his day, he didn't know why he was feeling like this. It was foreign to him.
"How about writing? You are an excellent writer?" he said, and her face paled.
"What?" Oh… did it leave an impression that he might be able to read her letters, he can. But he'll not say.
"Oh… not that I know what you were writing Anaya Moore, it seems like you enjoy writing, you look like you've written a lot."
"Oh… well yes, I have nothing better to do on a Sunday and Saturday, so I found something I could do, writing could be a source out of my depressing life you know."
"Interesting… does it cure people's depression?" he asked her, and that surprises her, does it?
It did leave her happy, after a hard day at school and the constant bullies, she always resorts to writing as her reliever, and it never failed her.
"I guess you could say I'm interested in writing, but I don't know if it cures depression if I think about it after learning how to write you could say I was a bit happier, to let out my emotion was relieving for me, but sometimes someone just needs to be heard," I said," to be honest, I think I didn't have anyone to listen to my stories, so I resort in writing them down."
He was listening to her, to her story, and he wanted to know about her more.
"It was tough to me since I don't think anyone was willing to listen to me since they treat me like a nobody, well I was used to living like that until –" I was about to tell him that I used to be bullied. Still, I didn't think it was worth it, but I think he was waiting for the answer, or better yet, he knew.
"Why… what happened?" he asked, but I shrunk back in my chair and shook my head.
"Uh… nothing… how about we talk about something else and – "
"Anaya Moore where you bullied?" I can only sit still as he said those words, yes Nicholas I was, and I'm not proud of it.
I could only smile and mutter, "Yes. I was, and it's something I'm not proud of saying."
He didn't realize that it was not comfortable for some people to say they were bullied, it was far too hard for them to admit and it was harder for them to listen other people said it to her face. He should have been more considerate.
"Anaya… I'm so sorry I shouldn't have – "
As he was about to apologize again, she begins to laugh.