Something About Him
Cynthia's POV "Um...Damien..." I called out hesitantly, walking into the empty auditorium. Now don't ask me how I knew I would find him here. I just felt it...or maybe it was because I knew the auditorium would be empty at this time. "Is this your favourite smoking spot?" I asked smiling unknowingly as I found him on the same spot where I accidentally poured water on him last night, doing the exact same thing that he was doing last night. "Well...if you don't mind..." I paused before sitting beside him on the floor while still maintaining a decent distance from him. "I'm a bit tired actually" I continued, leaning my back against the pillar. "You know cigarette smoking is really very injurious to health" I said a moment later, genuinely feeling concerned for him. "And considering myself as your friend, I'm about to do something which will probably get you mad at me but I'm gonna do it anyways..." I paused before carefully grabbing the cigarette, which was currently between his lips and held by his fingers, and throwing it away after making sure it was not lit anymore. "What?" I asked as I got absolutely no reaction from him. "I think we have spoken enough times to be friends now" I said. "Well, not we exactly because only I have been speaking all this time...whenever we have met but anyways" I added. "So I was saying...that..." I stopped, frowning as I saw him lighting another cigarette. "Damien...don't..." I said and out of reflex my hand reached out to his, stopping him from lighting that cigarette as he halted in his actions and finally decided to spare me a glance. "I'm sorry" I mumbled quickly withdrawing my hand as he glared at me. Well...there goes all my confidence. "Actually I didn't mean to bother you again but I just had to speak with you regarding those..." I paused as he threw the cigarette in his bag before getting off the floor. "Regarding those pictures...and I know that you are most probably upset or maybe even mad over this incident but I promise I had nothing to do with it..." I paused yet again, glancing up at him only to find him already on his way out. "But obviously you don't care" I mumbled to myself while staring at his retreating figure. What is this guy really? I wondered. "No. Jenny. That's not how you are supposed to say it" I said almost yelling at the poor girl as we were rehearsing for our play. "Please, Jenny, do me a favour and rehearse your dialogue properly" I added as she just mumbled an 'okay' while nodding her head. "And Ishaan...Ishaan right?..." I paused as he glanced up at me from his phone. "Are you here to play games on your phone or to rehearse for the play?" I asked sarcastically, with an eyebrow raised. "Why? Would you rather I play games with you?" He replied with a teasing grin which I personally found disgusting. "Ew..." I said with a horrified look on my face. "Get off that phone and get on the stage with others right now" I added as he did what he was asked to do. "And why are you guys making me feel as if I'm the director of this goddamn play?" I asked in frustration. "Where the hell is Steve anyways?" I asking referring to the guy who was supposed to help us direct this play. "It seems like I'm the only one working on this stupid play" I added almost to myself before taking a deep breath. "Cool down. Cool down, Cynthia" I mumbled to myself while closing my eyes for a second. Why am I even shouting for no reason? It's just a goddamn play! I really need to chill myself. Opening my eyes, I sighed once again as they accidentally landed on the spot where I last saw Damien...where he walked off on me a few days back. It's been a couple of days since that incident and things have surprisingly fallen back to normal...people around the school have now slowly stopped asking me about it...but I still hear them whispering whenever I pass by them but it's nothing new to me...I'm used to it. Yeah. The perks of being popular!But I guess most of them are just jealous...because come on...as the great bitch Stella Winters once said and I quote 'what girl on earth wouldn't want to be involved in a scandal with a guy like Damien'. Speaking of...I haven't seen Damien ever since that day...the day when he just walked off on me in this very auditorium...while I just sat there talking to myself like an idiot. It does seems strange though that he has been skipping school for almost a week now...but who am I to know for sure...maybe he has been coming to school all this time but maybe he's just avoiding me. Nah. I'm probably wrong...because for him I don't even exist so why would he take the efforts of avoiding me? He is such an...Gosh! Stop it already, Cynthia! Why are you even thinking about him? Why do you keep thinking about him? While he ignores you as if you are some kind of plague, the little voice in my head said. You know what? You are right actually...from now on I won't ever think about him and if he ever comes in front of me, I'll just walk past him as if I don't know him...which is kind of true if you think of it. I don't know him at all. And what the hell was I even thinking when I called myself his friend that day? He must be thinking that I'm so lonely and desperate for friends that I just won't leave him alone. And not even a minute ago you said that you won't think about him...and now you are doing the exact opposite, my subconscious said shaking her head in utter disappointment as I just sighed tiredly. Later that evening, I rushed back home, took a shower and as I was lying comfortably on my stomach while scrolling through my phone and listening to some random songs, there was a knock on my door. "Come in" I yelled over the slightly loud music that was playing on phone. "So, how was your rehearsal?" Bethany asked walking into my room. "Hey! What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming" I said surprised while sitting up straight and patting the empty space next to me, asking her to hop on. "Why? Didn't your mom inform you that we are coming over for dinner?" She asked. "No. It must have slipped her mind and I just got back an hour ago anyways" I replied. "And what do you mean by we?" I asked. "Uncle Mack and aunt Lucy are here too?" I added another question. "Yup" She replied stressing on the 'p'. "So, tell me, how was your rehearsal?" She asked again. "It was alright" I replied shortly as I didn't have much to say about the rehearsal. "Are you okay? Cynthia" She asked with a concerned look on her face. "I'm perfectly fine. Why would you ask that?" I asked back, frowning. "Nothing...you just seem a bit gloomy..." She paused. "And I didn't even see you at school all day after our lectures so..." She trailed off with a shrug. "Oh. I was just busy with the play and I'm just so sick of it already" I replied rolling my eyes. "Anyways..." She mumbled taking a pause. "So, Cyn, you never told me what happened when you spoke to Damien about those pictures" She continued as I just signed, getting off the bed. I knew she won't let this go so easily. "Nothing happened, Beth" I replied shortly. "What? Didn't you tell him that it wasn't you but Stella behind all this chaos?" She asked. "He...he just never gave me the chance to explain" I replied. "Why? What did he say?" She asked confused. "He didn't say anything...and that's the thing, Beth...he never says anything...he never speaks to me, he avoids me as if I'm some goddamn plague..." I paused pacing around. "And that day when I went to talk to him...he just walked off without even sparing me another glance...as if my words were falling deaf on his ears...as if I wasn't even in the same room as him" I continued, finally telling someone what has been bothering me all this time. "And I just sat there like an absolute idiot...basically talking to myself because when I looked up, he was gone" I added. "And this is what has been bothering you ever since" Bethany said nodding her head to herself. "Yeah...kind of" I replied hesitantly. "He is just so rude and..." I trailed off. "I don't know...he's just a bit weird" I continued. "Sometimes I don't even understand what his problem is..." I paused as I found Bethany giving me a weird look. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked. "Nothing...just wondering that why is some random dude's behaviour towards you, bothering you so much" She replied and her words got me wondering too. She's got a point. Why am I so worked up by his rude behaviour? And who is he anyways? He is no one to me. Absolutely no one. "What's happening? Cynthia" Bethany asked frowning. "Who is even this guy, who's behaviour now suddenly determines Cynthia Miller's mood?" She added and I found myself at a loss of words. I just couldn't answer her question because honestly I didn't know the answer myself. "He is no one. Beth" I replied a moment later. "And that's all...we won't talk about him anymore" I added firmly as she just stared at me for a moment before passing me a small smile. "Alright. As you say" She said. "Good then let's go, I'm hungry" I said. "Yeah. I'm starving too" She replied. "I have been craving some delicious Indian food since ages" She added as we walked downstairs. ••• Hey guys, Please vote, comment and share. Until next time. Love, Crystal ❤️
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