CH : 3

                            {- JESSY -}

I told Kate and Bobby about what happened between me and my parents and they just couldn't believe it but soon they processed everything and smiled happily at me.

"There's a sad news guys!" Bobby snapped. Her face was looking like a wet weekend.

"What?" I and Kate asked her.

"I'm not coming. It's my cousin's wedding so I will have to go to Nigeria." She said while making a sad face. I pouted realising there won't be fun without her.

"It's alright! We will send you pictures and tell you about everything." I said with a small smile.

Suddenly the door flung open and our teacher entered. Mr Keesing, the most strict teacher.

Everybody took their seats and kept quiet because Mr Keesing was really austere and rude. He started calling names of the students one by one to submit their forms if they were interested to go.

"Jessica Anderson?" He shouted. I took the form and handed it to him. I came back to my seat and sat quietly so as to not be tagged an indisciplined girl. The time passed as the teacher gave their boring lectures and left the classes as if they were also tired by speaking for hours. The final bell rang soon. I said goodbye to my friends and waited for Mom outside the school. After 5 minutes she came. I jumped in the car and smiled at Mom.

She smiled back and asked "How was your day dear?"

"Normal, as usual." She nodded as I sat comfortably on my seat. 

"So your friends are going?" She asked while driving cautiously.

"Only kate is tagging along. Bobby has to go to Nigeria. It's her causin's wedding." She nodded and concentrated on driving.

I kept quiet the whole journey just thinking about Paris. I couldn't wait anymore. The wait was killing me like a knife piercing through my heart. I just never premonised that I would live to see such a day. Ok that's probably a joke. 

I used to dream about going to Paris with my partner. It could've been so romantic if I had a boyfriend to go with on this trip. 

After reaching home mom told me she was going to rest for some time because she was tired so I went straight to my room and did my homework and afterwards decided to take a nap.

It was five in the evening when I woke up. I went to the kitchen and took out an apple. I started walking here and there then finally turned on the TV.

But the killing desire to leave this place made everything seem boring and dull to me.

I went to my room and revised some of the topics the teacher taught today. I was in no mood to even touch my phone because there wasn't anything interesting in that. Usually I just scroll through p*******t or YouTube but nowadays all I saw was couples and lovers everywhere. That thing just spoils my concentration and I don't want anything in my way to be distracted.

Dad arrived home as usual around 9 and we all sat together to have dinner. The conversation was normal. Mom and dad chatted about the bills, some of the documents, grocery shopping and budget while I just ate quietly.

After dinner , when I checked my phone I found 3 missed calls and many messages. It was my ex. I checked the mesages:

      

                                Harry

At 6:00: Hi!

At 6:05:

I'm sorry! I know that was my fault.

I shouldn't have left you because of another girl. I was so stupid to hurt you.

At 6:40:Pls! Talk to me.

I'm not asking you to accept me again.

But pls at least talk to me.

I know I don't deserve apologies.

Pls I don't wanna live with this guilt anymore.

At 8:00:

Pls. Don't punish me like this.

At 9:00:

Pls just once.

 

I kept the phone aside as it was really melodramatic and idiotic of him to text me after an year. Also I didn't have the strength to talk the person who hurted me. I climbed on my bed and tears started rolling down my cheeks as the past life memories landed in my head.

It was the last day of school. It was the last exam and it was all going to be fine. I was so happy that it was finally over. My exams went great and icing on the cake it was my birthday that day. I couldn't articulate my happiness. I saw Harry talking to his friends. I went to him and said softly "Hi!" 

"Hi! Bae." He smiled and kissed my left cheek. He placed his right hand on my waist and gave it a little squeeze. I said hi to his friends while they smiled at me like always. They were all big and huge unlike me. I was really shorter than them. Something around 5'5.

"I've something to talk to you about. Come with me. " Harry took my hand and invited me in an empty class. I was feeling bad because he didn't wish me the entire day. With a minuscule hope in my heart that he was going to give me a surprise, I tagged along wherever he was taking me.

"Jess. I love you a lot." He smiled and I nodded.

"But please don't get me wrong. I don't love you anymore. I've got someone who makes my heart skip a beat whenever I look at her. " He paushed waiting for my response. I didn't react. I was so in shock but I just nodded concealing my feelings.

"Please I don't want this relationship anymore. I hope you find someone who makes you feel special." He patted me on my shoulder and went outside. Finally a tear ran down my cheek. I closed my eyes and took a long breath.

I shook my head and smiled trying to fool myself that nothing happened. I wiped my tears and went outside as if nothing happened. My mom was waiting outside while looking at her watch. I sat in the car quietly. She looked at me as if sensing something was wrong.

"What happened? " She inquired.

"My exam was really easy. And you know I knew every answer. I did really good." I smiled broadly to hide my sad face. She nodded as I chatted about studies like a usual routine. Long story short I didn't want to tell her about it. 

I looked outside and took my hand out of the window. I smiled a little to myself but deep inside I knew when I was going to be in my room I would cry badly so I gave that moment to happiness. Fake happiness.

We reached home and my mom went back to her office. She kissed me on my head and went to her work. I wanted to tell my mother but I didn't. She never knew about Harry. She never met him so I decided to not drag her in that.

I threw my bag on the bed and cried. I shouted. I screamed and I scratched my skin wherever he touched me. He took my heart and left me with nothing. But the best thing was I didn't agree to give him my virginity. But he was my first. That was enough to make someone hate their life more than ever.

I promised to myself that I would never fall so deeply in love with someone that that person just uses me and throws me. I wanted it all to fade away like a hurricane.

I deleted Harry's number and threw my phone on the bed. I took a bath and ate a little after that I took a blanket and slept while feeling the tears running out of my eyes.

                            Present

I smiled to myself and suddenly laughed. Maybe I was never wrong. The one who was to be blamed was guilty and ashamed. I moved on and I'll never turn back now.

It was just me, myself and I, about whom I cared. I didn't want another love. I left that girl in the junior year. I played music in my phone and danced for an hour to let go of all the fears that restrained me from loving my life.

After that I opened my arms and let my weight fall on the bed. I was feeling like the happiest one on this planet. Maybe this was the best day of my life. And another thing it was my birthday now. It was 12:00, 17 June. I felt so contented somehow. 

In the morning, I called Kate and Bobby to join me for some movie time. They agreed.

Mom and Dad wished me before going to their work. They gave me beautiful presents. Mom gave me a beautiful watch and Dad gave me chocolates. They really knew what I like.

I kept the watch and chocolates in the study table's drawer in my room and smiled widely realising how beautiful the day was. I ate some of the chocolates while roaming around the house. Then I fixed my room because my friends could show up any moment. 

Suddenly the door bell rang. I elatedly went to hug my friends. I opened the door and saw what I least expected to see. I was dead in track to see the person I hated the most standing right in front of me. It was Harry.