"Hello Daisy.." I hear his hoarse voice from the other side of the phone and my heart leaps but I shut it down. Not anymore his voice won't always make me shrink anymore. "What do you want?" I ask sounding even more rude. I look through to make sure no one is in the loos. Luckily no one is in. He breathes. "You are being rude."
"Oooh now I'm being rude, Dylan I'm just answering you like how you always answer me when I call." I said adding sacarsm. He breathes again. "Yesterday was the first time you hanged up on me without telling me what the problem was. I just called to know if you are okay." He says sounding sweet and my heart leaps again but I shut it down again. No more sweet talk, I'm done being the nice one in this relationship. Wait is this even a relationship.
"Really, since when did you care. I thought you were busy as always Dylan. Stop acting like you are the sweetest boyfriend on earth."
"May I know where this attitude is coming from?" He asks and I laugh out loud. "From you, I am copy pasting you." I say. He breathes again. "Daisy, we talked about this. I'm busy reading here and you always think I'm busy cheating on you seriously....."
"Reading in a girls hostels every night. Every time I call you she laughs. You know what it's clear she keeps laughing at how stupid I am for believing you and having you. You suck Dylan and I'm fucking tired of being your puppet, wait your punching bag. I'm tired of wasting my time, money, resources, thoughts and most of all my heart and emotions on you. I hate you with every breathe I have. Just go to hell." I say and hang up. The adrenaline is up high and I'm trembling out of anger. 'Breathe, Relax, Easy, Fidel is out there in class waiting' I thought. He was better than Dylan. He had time for me, he noticed when I was in distress something not even my so called close campus friends ever noticed. He looked into my eyes and read every thought and every trauma. 'Are you saying Fidel is better than Dylan?' my thought questions bringing me to reality. I was actually looking forward for Fidel's approach. Well yes he was better but I just didn't want to get myself into another mess at this point. And stupid me I was sure Fidel can't love a girl like me. I was way out of his league in terms of everything; looks, money, dressing, attitude and literally everything.
But anyway lemme do a victory dance, I nailed it. Being raped turned me into a no nonsense girl. This was how I should be. I got out of the washrooms smiling. Opening my mind felt so good and free. I walked back to the classroom and Fidel was still at his spot but the class was empty. I breathed. 'No no, this is a class not home, not that spot he raped you' I took a deep breathe avoiding the thoughts and also avoiding closing my eyes. God this situation was just not that easy to handle. How many times did I call God in this story.
"Hey, are you okay?" Fidel asks noticing I've been standing on the door for more than two minutes. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Who called?" He asked and I guess the look I gave him was just opposite of what I intended. "Sorry." He said then leaned back to his seat and took his phone. It was obvious he was hurt by my action. I suddenly felt bad and wanted to make up for the bad look. He was extra nice, I had to be good too. "Hey," I said moving back to my seat. He raised his head up and his eyes were clear and sincere. "It was a friend. He just pissed me off a little that's all." I explained and he smiled weakly. "Ooh."
"So do you have a girlfriend?" I asked then felt stupid for asking. His eyes lightened in a second and I couldn't help but laugh. "Why do you ask?" He answered laughing back. "I want to know, you are interesting and I don't think someone like you would lack a girlfriend and a beautiful one for that matter." I said feeling embarrassed. I shouldn't be asking such a stupid question. "No I'm single, to make it more interesting I have never dated before." He said smiling broadly. My heart leaped and this time I didn't shut it down. "Ooh." Was all I could say and he laughed. "I wish you could see the look on your face." He said laughing even more. I laughed back and I just couldn't believe I was laughing after everything I'm going through. This felt good. "But you are beautiful, I wouldn't mind having you." He said with a smirk on his face and I was speechless and he was laughing again I guess the look was funny.
The day went on great and I laughed literally at every statement Fidel made. We talked alot and shared about our highschool experiences and how we ended up in campus here commuting from home to school. Fidel was one kind of a person you'd sit with the whole day make stories and never have enough of him. My heart leaped everytime he made compliments about me and to me I just took it as a joke, as I said earlier, I didn't match him he was way out of my league. We went home together and he alighted from the bus first to his place, leaving me in the bus to head home. I went on home thinking about his funny stories. That day I was happy.