Do you ever feel like regretting something that felt really good?
Sitting on a comfortable sofa in the library, I had a book opened in front of me. I kept thinking back to everything I had said to Zayn yesterday. We hadn’t talked since then. There was no school today on Sunday, so we didn’t get a chance to be in the same car. I was thankful for it. But, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I had said too much to him… I wasn’t wrong, right? It wasn’t my fault. They had been torturing me. I deserved to blow up.
“Why are you pouting?” I jumped at a voice. Looking up, I sighed.
“Hey, Louis!” I chirped.
Moving forward, he took the book from my hand, turned it upside down and put it back in my hands. My cheeks flushed and I looked down realizing that I was holding the book wrong way. “What’s gotten into you?” he asked, seating himself right next to me.
“Thinking.” Should I tell him?
“What about?” His blue eyes stared at mine, questioning.
I smiled. “Do you know about Chessa?”
I saw him rolling his eyes, and all of a sudden, I was interested in the thoughts going on in his mind. “She’s…”
“What..?” I put the book down my side, looking at him curiously.
“…Zayn’s girlfriend.” My shoulder slumped. I was disappointed, expecting something like, stupid, ugly, mean, or my favorite for her; Bitch!
“I hate her,” I stated.
He cocked his right eyebrow at me, amused. “Jealous?”
“Are you jealous…?”
“Depends. Are you deaf or stupid?”
“Stupid. Definitely stupid.”
“Louis!” I slapped his arm, and he just laughed.
“Seriously, though. Do you like Zayn?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. Twice.
I mocked a large smile and chose to ignore his stupid question. “Why were you here, Louis?”
“Oh, yeah!” Thank God. “I was here to ask you something.”
“What?” I asked, glad that the topic was changed.
“Do you like Zayn?” He wiggled his eyebrows again.
It took all my will power to keep myself from palming my face. I narrowed my eyes at him. “No.”
I mocked a smile again. Such an old trick. “Still No.”
He pouted, looking nothing but adorable.
I heaved a sigh. “Why were you here, Zayn?”
“Hah!” He pointed his finger at me.
“Louis! I meant Louis.” My cheeks burned. God! Did I have to do that?
“Yeah, but you couldn’t focus because your mind was wandering around to Zayn, hmm.”
“Zayn and Mona sitting on a tr–”
“Louis!” I cut him off.
“Kay-Ai-E–” I slapped my hands over his mouth before he could complete, my eyes wide.
“You can’t be serious.” I was breathless. Was he serious? Yeah, seriously ill.
He wiggled his eyebrows and I removed my hands off his mouth. “I’m damn serious.”
A sigh escaped my mouth yet again. “Why were you here?”
“Oh yeah! I was here to ask you something.”
Here we go again. “Ahan?” I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah. Did you talk to Danielle about the date?”
“About Liam and her? You asked me to get Liam agreed to this. Where is your mind? In Zayn’s room?”
“Shut up, Louis. And I totally forgot. Thanks for getting him ready. I’ll call Danielle.”
“Why are you so nervous?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
After I was done talking to Danielle on the phone for half an hour, I had got her to agreed to the blind date. How we managed to get both doing this, it was beyond my belief.
I saw Liam’s slumped shoulders as he made his way across the hallway, looking like a zombie dragging himself. I blocked his way by standing in front of him.
“Hey!” I chirped, trying to cheer him up.
“Get out of my way,” I heard him mumbled, his head down.
“A-are you okay?” I placed a hand on his upper arm, ducking a little to look at his face.
“Look, I agreed to what you said, just to make it up to you. You have no idea how much it hurts me to do this.” His voice was raspy. My heart broke. I did that just for his happiness… “Now, please, don’t let me see those eyes of yours… I won’t be able to bear it.” His voice shook.
I stepped aside silently, my heart thumping against the wall of my chest so hard, I could hear it. As Liam walked past me, my eyes fell upon his brown ones, which were still looking down. They were red and they were glassy, and I felt my heart breaking.
What had I done?
The ride to the school was a silent one. Zayn didn’t say anything, neither did I. The day flew as well. I just couldn’t wait to get home and ask Liam about the date. Whatever I did was for his farwell. I couldn’t just let it go like that. I deserved to know what had happened. I also had to talk to Danielle about it.
That was all I was thinking about as I walked through the empty corridor towards the dance class. And then it happened again. I tripped over a leg, falling face-first on the floor. The palms of my hands burned along with the kness inside the torn fabric of that area. Looking up, lying in the same position, I saw Chessa along with her minions and a solid guy smirking down at me.
“What the hell is your problem?” I shouted. My voice so loud, I was sure it echoed through the empty hall all the way towards Prinicipal’s office.
“You look good at my feet.” Chessa winked.
I was burning with anger. This girl was inviting it. She had to take it. I got up brushing the dust off my palms and pants. We shared a stare-down before I made a fist and let it collide with her nose, leaving it bleeding. God, that felt so good.
But all the good feelings must end sometimes. A punch to the side of my stomach dropped me to the floor again. It was far more than I could take. It wasn’t the usual punch taken in the fights. It was much more. I let out a scream with tears springing out of my eyes. It hurt. I hurt so much. Looking up with all the strength I had in me, I saw the guy looking at me with clenched teeth. I couldn’t take this guy. He was far more stronger than I.
The world spun around me as I tried to stand up on my feet. Just one punch? Just one punch did this to me? I hated all the years that I had practiced fighting. Was it just me, or this guy seemed like a gangster? I whimpered, holding a pillar for support.
Another punch on my upper right arm knocked me to the ground. I felt sick.
“Shit.” I heard Chessa, and then felt them scurrying away.
“Mona!” A rushed, manly and raspy voice made me open my eyes for a millisecond and then they closed again before I was picked up in two arms. I was engulfed with silence and darkness since then.