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“Love comes in coils.” [Jacqueline]

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[Jacqueline’s POV]

If you are not playing any games, I will think about it.” I was talking to him, but my tone was smaller. My ears were buzzing with my bus mates snickers but I kept my attention on the window.

“Okay. I will be waiting.”

I didn’t respond to him, it wasn’t necessary. Focussing all attention on the road. The buildings were pa**ing one after another. The sidewalks were crowded with students, tourists, and some common middle-cla** people, it was lined with bushy trees ringed in metal grated. Our neighborhood was near and I mentally prepared myself to get down. I glanced around noticing my bus mated gossiping with their friends over the shouting of some few kids as well as the noise of traffic. My chest squeezes as I notice few kids staring at me and then saying something in their respective friends’ ears.

“What are you looking at?” His voice startles me to the point that I almost jumped in my seat. I crane my neck away from his face. He was close too close to my face. Words cease to function for me as my heart speaks for itself as his black eyes glue me into his soul.

Tina was right, I don’t deserve even a single second of his attention. Maybe every girl in school just like him.

He shakes a hand through his hair and pretends to come closer to me to which I back away my heart th****** in my chest while my head comes in contact with the window gla**.

“Don’t get stressed over these kids Jacqueline. People will always have something to say. So you ought to get used to it.”

The mind screams I need to push him away or say something rational in his presence, but my heart beats like a drum. The bus screeches and stops. Fortunately, I have moved my face away from him. Otherwise, we would have kissed indirectly. His damp hair tickles my neck and I exhale before asking him to move away from me. He moves away from me immediately as if being thoughtful. I didn’t want him to find out about my burning cheeks so I made a run for the door. Teasing laughter echoes behind me as he says goodbye to me. The kids behind me barked to move faster and I ran away quickly. My heart thump inside my chest. We were just a breath away from kissing. I didn’t stop until I reached our door. Opening it from outside I entered quietly and walked up to my room. It was a rare day, but I was filled with happiness. One teenager wanted to be my friend, I didn’t lose against Rohan, I looked great today. All the things were amazing. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror again.

I honestly looked fat but it was kind of a cute fat girl, not an ugly fatty. My whole face was much rosier and suddenly remembered our almost kiss. My fingers moved to my lower lip but Remo’s face flashed before my eyes.

‘Strange! Why did I think of Remo?’ My heart thumped and I expelled a sharp breath. My smile re-emerges and I slap my face with water. After making sure my face was back to its original color I walked back to my bed. Noticing my phone’s ping, I took it out from my school bag.

Third Person’s Pov:

Remo finds himself staring at his reflection in the window. He senses a layer of loneliness slowly encapsulating him as he realizes his family must have been enjoying the party. He tries to brush his thoughts under the carpet but it doesn’t help. His mind wanders to people and his eyes shine when Jacqueline’s name pops up in his head. She could make him smile.

Remo: “Hey.”

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instantaneous, and a smile bloomed on his

Jacqueline: Hie!

Remo: How are you?

I am good. How

am

Don’t call

oh my baby You sound happy today. Want to

Yes. You remember the guy I told you

What happened to

threw red paint on me today in the

Remo: What. Why?

was challenged so it was his

sounds like a kid from primary

are right he looked like a kid too

Remo: You hugged him?

annoy him to the point that he had texted her the question? She wasn’t even his girlfriend. He found his reflected face which had somehow turned into a scowl. ‘What’s

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I painted him red by hugging him. It

Oh. It does sound like fun, but Jacqueline, you shouldn’t hug a person who

just in the spur of

do that ever

Jacqueline: I won’t.

Remo: My good girl.

read the text. Why

I am not your good

good girl whether you like it

too much about

bad-boy. Hmm. It

so everyone’s gone home and I