"All you have to do is stay a minute
Just take your time
The clock is ticking, so stay
All you have to do is wait a second
Your hands on mine
The clock is ticking, so stay
All you have to do is
All you have to do is stay"
The song blasted through my mini speakers. Taking off my tank top I went into my bathroom to take a shower. It was still early for the sun to come out but it seemed like it was not going to be a bright day. Today is the day we start our senior year. Usually, a normal girl would be excited for this particular day but for me normal seems a little bit foreign concept for me. Nothing that had happened in my life these past months was normal.
"Make it on my own, but I don't wanna grow up
We can stay forever young
Living on my sofa, drinking rum and cola
Underneath the rising sun."
Till now I have memorised the song word to word, its highs and lows, its notes and tunes. It almost feels like some deepest secrets and thoughts which I have avoiding are set to music. The words I don't want to acknowledge but they still stick there like a part of my soul. Maybe I want to be selfish and not selfless, maybe I want to be the bad person in his story and let him even hate me for it rather than his empty glares and emotionless face.
Putting an end to my pointless thinking process I stepped into my closet. Picking up an outfit for the day.
I wish I had a best friend like in those rom-coms who would help in choosing a cute dress for the school and doll me up due to lack of my knowledge in that department. Is that kind of friendship even real?
Anyways for now I am all alone and have to go out there and face the world on my own.
Sometimes when you want people to fight for you badly but their hands are tied so they give up. But at some point, you are bound to wonder whether they fought for you till the extreme end of means or they just decided you were not worth fighting for and quit?
And when you let such doubts enter your mind your entire existence hangs on a thread waiting for the answer. 'Is this my worth?' 'Was I not worth a fight?'
Finally, the tired mind and soul draws up a conclusion that maybe just maybe I deserved this misery and pain. So, this is what had been written in my fate.
Grabbing an apple from the kitchen counter I go back up in my room since there is still an ample of time to kill. As I settle in the window seat with a book in my hand, rain starts to pour heavenly and with the water gushing my mind is flooded with the flashbacks when I first saw him.
My knight in shining armour. My salvation, my sanity.
*Flashback*
The rain clattered against the windows of the class making the most rhythmic sound.
I love the smell of it. Our English teacher pondered over the syllabus for the year while my mind was lost in the world of medieval period when Bassanio has seen Portia for the first time. It was love at first sight. Is it possible? But then I'm snapped out of my magical land when I remember the last night events at my house. Why does people make it so hard to fall in love, to believe there is goodness?
But The sad reality is evil go with evil. Good go with good. It is just some bunch of stupid movies making us believe in the world of love no one is bad and even people with different characters find love. Find love!!
My train of my thoughts is halted when our principal came in saying he has some important announcements to make. "Alrighty my mighty students." She clapped her hands together and paused so that she has everyone's attention. 'yeah! You guessed it right. She loves drama. Our dramatic principal.'
Principal Roberts said with a straight face "I have two important announcements to make. Firstly, I want you all to meet your new classmate Mr. Hayden Black"
At the mention of the name I finally looked up when someone entered the classroom. A boy with chestnut brown hair walks in. His face was carved like an artwork of a graceful artist. His eyes were of the deepest pools of nature. His rolled-up sleeve was evidently making his veins pop out and one can clearly see the girls in the classrooms eye raping him.
As I let my eyes wander on his face his gaze suddenly turned towards me and his eyes met mine. My breath hitched. shit! He caught me staring
He smirked as if he caught me trespassing his territory which was somewhat right.
Principals Roberts again interjected, flouting our staring competition. "Secondly yours class will be organising the Winter Charity Ball since your seniors will be in Melbourne for the upcoming eco society meet."
She turned to Hayden and asked him to grab a seat. The boy walked in with confidence and power radiating off him as if he owned the place. I have heard a lot of rumours about this golden boy. How he ran away the last year because . He may have got a girl pregnant or rumors like, drinking and driving and knocked over some old lady and many more. You see people can join as many ridiculous reasons after the conjunction because.
Mr. Berman also our trustee has trusted us with his sons future here. I hope will give Hayden a warm welcome here. She passed us all one of her charming smiles.
Then it hit me. Berman Black the owner of the Belluxa Ent. The devil in disguise. He is the reason my family is broken inside.
He was the reason my brother is dead.