Bell rang, and I busted out of the room to catch Evie before Ms. Gibson announced any homework, any form of essays of English. I had had the exceeding amount of homework that day. Anymore would have been over my repertoire and that is poorly limited. It gets badly extreme to deal with the dizziness after my brain operates for more than 2 hours on something specific. Found Evie at the gate waving farewell to her passing friends and that almost counted everyone in the entire school. Despite so many people she was friends with, she had never forgotten any of their names nor details, but rather knew each and every person to the teeth. It's as though she had illegitimate children with the devil himself and took oath to raise them willfully in the world of humans. Fortunately, I had became known to be one of them, Evie's only favorite illegitimate child who she looked after the most, I received the most care. Perhaps, I was a new, fragile and innocent one. The last of her friends was Arnab who stepped closer to her so close that their shoulders almost collided and he seemed to be whispering something to her ear because she paid close attention careful not to let even one word slip away; it's just how it was with Arnab, the Indian but half spanish guy. His biological parents specifically and clearly belonged to the Hindu religion, but his great grandmother belonged to the relatives of the ancient Spanish queens who were not particularly entitled and thereafter, Arnab took it upon oath to remain in the legacy of his great grandmother and he's quite well-known for it. Evie suddenly flipped her eyes on me directly as if she knew where i was standing all along. She was so quick as if in shock, that her perfectly short dark hair flew and fell on her cheeks. I tiptoed towards her when Arnab went waving goodbye, obviously. ''You know, Arnab?'' I objected, even though I knew the answer. She eyed me. ''I'm thrilled you do too'' She said back. ''I told you already that he showed me around when i came here.'' Then, she nodded taking the point. I knew Evie from my birth, but constant separations made our friendship hinder like a turtle bearing a celestial shell than it's worth and that shell was our relationship we had to carry even at the moment of being apart. At that time, she reassured me she would stay longer than usual. I didn't believe her but she did. She did stay longer and held on to the shell. ''What did he say earlier?'' I asked Evie breaking the silence between us in the long walk from school to home. ''Who? Arnab? Oh, he told me to not to tell you that he likes you but I'm doing it because what's the point of not telling someone you like them. right?'' She clarified, not looking a bit concerned. She held on to her stare in my eyes searching for smirks or grins to tell if I liked hearing that. I had my questions. ''OK. but why did he tell you that?'' ''We don't know how many people he already told that or will. Maybe, I'm the closest to you so that's why he told me first so i could tell you and he knew i would.'' ''But why would he tell you not to?'' ''To confuse you to ask that particular question and make himself look superior which he apparently succeeded in.'' Evie went on, talking more to herself rather than to me. He moved into a labryinth, but could not simply just tell me. He was afraid of being denied, probably. I wouldn't have said no or denied and I didn't. I followed Evie's trail but the more she explained, the more questions would rise from my head so I nodded along. She seemed meek and mild. ''Do you think he actually likes me or it is only one of his ways to his increase self-esteem?'' I questioned, highly curious for the answer. I watched her closely, not blinking. ''He never makes an effort for a girl. You're the first. He could actually like you.'' She said that utterly clear and looking right into my eyes. I believed her right at the instant. I let a deep sigh. It relieved me. She brought herself closer, leaning her head on my shoulder. It smelt of sweet and cold lavender. I felt this tenderness of a bond, a close unbreakable bond. She held my hand. It was cold but comfortable. In her silence, I trusted her more and more. I had a sleepless night that following day which raised the question ''Have you been crying?''. Literally everyone i encountered the next day had asked this. It was a abysmal question, but good reason. Can't remember my answer. It probably was just a nod.