Filed to story: A Girl Nobody Wanted Book by SansaR
What? Greedy!!! You know nothing Jake. He made me forget about all the good feelings I got for him right now. You self-centric arrogant Jerk!!!!
“I am not greedy about pearls,” I yelled at him. I yelled at the very person who came to my rescue.
“This is a gift, I got from someone I love more than my life. I don’t even know if they are real pearls or not, but I value them with my life because it is a gift from him.” I again yelled. He has no right to give comments on me like this, without knowing anything. I think, my words made him shocked. That’s better. He knows nothing about love. He never loves anyone. I don’t even know if he is capable of loving anyone either.
Without telling anything, he let me do whatever I wanted. But I knew he had his eyes stuck to me all the time.
I picked up all the pearls that were in my sight.
Then I saw Luke was walking towards us.
“I will take her home,” he said to Jake.
Jake didn’t say anything. Maybe he nodded his head or something. I didn’t even look at him. I was in angry with him.
I wanted Luke. I wanted him right now. Fu** whatever the excuse he has to hide his identity. I want him to confess right now. I had enough. I want his love… For real right now…
Luke bent towards me, and he lifts me up in his arms like I weigh nothing.
Then, he started to walk towards the door carrying me in his strong arms.
Jake opened the door and let him out. When we came out, everyone was staring at us. I saw Shane’s face, which was distorted with anger and surprise.
But this specific moment, I didn’t care about anything, other than my love.
I buried my face in his shoulder.
Without saying even a single word, he carried me to the parking lot. When I looked up, we were near a blue Mashtang. He opened the door of the passenger seat and made me sit. Then he walked around the car and got into the driver’s seat.
I couldn’t stand this anymore. I didn’t want to think about the consequences of my actions or anything.
I hugged him! I hugged him so tightly and started crying. His masculine chest felt so warm and cozy. This is my rightful place. My happy place and my safe place. He was just patting my back gently. I have to finish all this awkwardness for once and all. I lifted up my head and I had almost kissed his lips when he said,
“Sarah, It is not me who texts with you!”
I ejected myself from him as I got an electric shock. I couldn’t believe what I just heard.
“What?” it just slipped from me involuntarily.
“I know you think that it is me who texts with you all this time, but it is not me,” he said with a guilty voice.
I looked at his eyes, with the dim lights of the parking lot, it was hard to see what are the expressions he bare in those eyes.
“But…”I said, trying to process everything. I felt confused and embarrassed at the same time. If it is not him how I throw my self on him right now is truly humiliating. Still, it is not possible. It must be him. “But… I saw you texting me.” I said, recalling that day in the library.
“What me? I have never text with you except the time I chat with you on FB. That doesn’t count as texting, right?” he asked.
“No… that day in the library, I saw you texting me.”
“What? When?” he sounds surprised.
“That day, you kept me a hot chocolate and a sandwich on my desk when I left my desk for a few minutes.”
“Ah! that day…” he said.
So he remembers.
Then what the hell is he talking about? How can he tell it is not him? Is he trying to make fun with me? But, he sounds serious, not even a hint of playfulness.
“I just kept it on your desk, after you left, because he asked me to do that.”
What? Who asked something like that?
“He was there all the time looking at you, he knew you haven’t eaten. He had to attend some other work. So he asked me to bring that food and keep it on your desk when you leave your desk for something. However, I didn’t text with you even on that day, but he sent me the text you sent him saying thank you. That’s all.”
God! How I could even come to such an irrational deduction? How stupid am I?
“Okay, then what about all the times you tried to protect me ?” I demanded.
“Well, trying to protect you from getting into trouble… it is something he wanted me to do.”
“So, you say all these things you did, were because he asked you to do so, even the hugs you gave me?” I yelled at him, my heart was aching, it was not ready to accept it is not Luke. All this time, all my thoughts were built on one base. That was Luke is the one who texts with me. So, now when he says it is someone else, can you even imagine how hard it is for me to accept it?
“Listen, Sarah. You have all the right to be pissed off, I get it. You can yell at me as much as you want if that makes you relieved.” he said gently.
“That is not the answer to what I have asked.”
“Initially, I started to look after you because he asked me to do so. I became friends with Shane and his disgusting gang just because of that. However, as time passed, I started to sympathize you, observing how you got ill-treated basically by everyone.” he was saying. “Just sympathize?” I interrupted.
“Let me finish… After some time, I felt like I should protect you not just because he wanted me to, but I wanted that too. I started to grow up feelings for you. Especially after those three days in the workshop. I usually don’t like to be close to girls, but with you… I enjoy staying close to you. I enjoy having discussions with you. Eventually, you became the only girl, I could be with so comfortably.”
I ejected myself from him as I got an electric shock. I couldn’t believe what I just heard.
I ajactad mysalf from him as I got an alactric shock. I couldn’t baliava what I just haard.
“What?” it just slippad from ma involuntarily.
“I know you think that it is ma who taxts with you all this tima, but it is not ma,” ha said with a guilty voica.
I lookad at his ayas, with tha dim lights of tha parking lot, it was hard to saa what ara tha axprassions ha bara in thosa ayas.
“But…”I said, trying to procass avarything. I falt confusad and ambarrassad at tha sama tima. If it is not him how I throw my salf on him right now is truly humiliating. Still, it is not possibla. It must ba him.
“But… I saw you taxting ma.” I said, racalling that day in tha library.
“What ma? I hava navar taxt with you axcapt tha tima I chat with you on FB. That doasn’t count as taxting, right?” ha askad.
“No… that day in tha library, I saw you taxting ma.”
“What? Whan?” ha sounds surprisad.