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Chapter 33

“Sometimes you don’t see the people who accept you for what you are. But you notice the people who don’t. Sometimes you want love from those people who will never accept you for what you are. That’s what toxic love is. And it will always result in destruction.” [Jacqueline]

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Jacqueline’s POV:

I knew I shouldn’t have let him intervene with his fingers. I knew it was a dangerous step considering how he had already taken my first kiss. But desperation led me to it.

My Sister always warned me,

“Boys are bad news. All they want is their hormones satiated. We should stay away from them far away.”

My Father always chided in,

“If I ever heard you having an affair behind my back. You should be prepared to die.”

I always listened, but today was an exception.

Today I was caught by a stranger. My secrets were revealed by her. I could have begged her to stop saying anything if Rohan had not arrived at the particular moment. It seems I was always getting into trouble. My whole existence seemed to be geared with troubles. God seemed to be punishing me for the crimes I never did. Even my family seems to be my supposed punishment.

‘What’s next God?’ I murmured inwardly.

I turned to Rohan who seemed to be enjoying toying with my hands.

Why?

I didn’t know. Neither I wanted to guess. Shaking my head, I tried to pull my hand back but he didn’t let it go. His fingers tightened around mine.

I was tired. Too tired to fight him. The sun glared down at my face as we walked into the ground. The sweat on my face was trickling down. Even my palms were sweaty but Rohan didn’t pay any heed to it. As if it was the most natural thing to do.

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‘To hold the hand of a girl you know nothing about is Natural Hah.’ Few kids bustled past us laughing and chatting.

He stopped walking and came in front of my face. Yet he didn’t let go of my hand. My brows automatically furrowed as I gazed at him in confusion.

“What did she say to you?” He asked, his tone sounding curious. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

I averted my eyes, knowing I will fail in lying.

“Nothing.” Even to my ears, it sounded like a lie.

A wave of heat distorts my vision and I clench my hands to stay conscious.

He scoffed, but barely a minute later I saw the worry in those captivating black eyes that I have started to gaze in them. I never had made eye contact with any guy other than him. It was like he had normalized staring into boys’ eyes for me.

“Your blood glucose still seems low. Wait a second.” He fishes out a green lollipop out of his packet. Unwrap it and hand it to me.

I look up at him in confusion.

“Have it before I change my mind.”

“Thank you for offering but I don’t eat these things.”

“Stop being difficult Annie. Just start s***ing it. I will take you to the ice cream parlor after you have it.”

My eyes widened in surprise. ‘What does he mean, he will take me to ice cream parlor later? I must be overhearing things.’

He flicks my nose with his thumb and first finger.

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“Stupid Girl. You are not overhearing anything, I am taking you with me.”

“Why?”

“You ask too many questions. Do you want me to tell everyone about your other Name, Annie?”

Shaking my head hurriedly I take the lollipop from his hand and start tasting it.

He smiles. His smile melted my problems for a minute.

“Good Girl.” He pats my head and I groan in frustration. We start walking side by side again.

“Don’t ever cry in front of anyone.” He suddenly says, and my breath halts. He knew I was crying. I should know about this the moment he saw me.

But it still felt slightly bad to hear from him. Though I knew I must have looked pathetic but what could I do? Now that he had seen me.

I didn’t speak a word. Knowing it was better to shut up than argue with him.

A few minutes later we had walked up to the canteen. He sat me down on a reclining stool before leaving. But returned once again.

“Which flavor of ice cream do you usually eat?”

“Vanilla,” I answered him uneasily, his sweet and kind behavior was creeping me out.

“Okay.” He nodded and walked away gracefully. The canteen in our school was nothing fancy. Just a few plastic tables with brown plastic chairs. Our school doesn’t cover the expenses of it. We have to purchase what we want to eat.

But the specialty of our canteen was they only sell Junk food. Not salad or proper meals. It has been one of the reasons that my weight had spiked. Because When my age adolescence started I used to eat those junk heavily because Mom was never there to cook something for us.

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I sighed, I might need to throw up after eating this ice cream. Otherwise, I will be more fat.

Sighing, I took out my mobile phone and opened Remo’s Facebook profile. Weirdly enough I have started to stalk him. My eyes wandered over to his profile picture. It wasn’t anything special. Just a picture in clear lighting without any filters. Just looking at his face I was drawn to him.

I shook my head, dazed, and commented. “Basket of cuteness.”

A few seconds later a notification popped up from the app, and I opened it eagerly.

“Thank you, Baby.”

I played with my long black hair, curling it around my fingers. A smile making its way on my lips.

‘He just said Baby to me in the comment section. Aww.’ He surely had the way to make people feel instantly better.

“What are you reading Annie?” I almost threw my phone over the table. When did he return? Why didn’t I notice he was standing behind me?

‘Oh, God! Please don’t let him know about my Facebook Profile. Please Please Please. God.”

“Nothing. Just a joke.” I answer him immediately nervously smiling. My hands had started sweating again but I refused to acknowledge it.

“Oh. Can I see it?” He curled his brows, his pink lips forming into a pout.

“What. No. No.” Almost horrified I stood up, practically moving my hands towards him. As a result of my uncoordinated movement of hands, The ice cream falls on the ground, and he screams.

“You!”