Cynthia's POV
"Oh. My. God!" I mumbled to myself as I looked down at a now drenched Damien as he looked up at me, furious.
Well let me correct myself...a now drenched and furious Damien.
Oh no! Why does it always has to be me, landing up in such situation?
"Damien..." I trailed off not knowing what to say before looking through my bag to see if I have got some tissue papers.
"Here..." I said trying to hand him some tissue papers as he got off the floor.
Well...key words: trying, because he obviously didn't accept them.
"Damn it!..." He murmured glancing at the dripping cigarette, held in between his fingers before throwing it away and looking up at me again.
"What the fuck is wrong with you..." He paused.
"You clumsy girl!" He snapped at me as I was taken aback by his sudden rage.
"Are you following me now?" He asked in disbelief.
"No. No. I was practicing for the play..." I tried explaining only for him to interrupt me.
"Alone? In an empty auditorium? And let me add in a fucking empty school?" He yelled and don't know for what freaking reason, I felt my eyes getting filled up with hot tears.
No! No way in hell I'm going to cry just because some guy yelled at me...but no one has ever yelled at me before and it's kinda overwhelming for me.
"I thought there was..." I tried explaining myself but I couldn't complete as he just walked off.
"I'm sorry" I mumbled as I stared at his retreating figure.
I sighed as a lone tear rolled down my eye.
Well...this was not something that happens with me on a daily basis.
As I was riding back home on my bicycle, I couldn't help but think about the incident that took place a few minutes ago.
I just don't get this guy...at all.
Why does he has to be so rude all the freaking time!
I mean yeah I get it...it was my mistake but he didn't even let me explain myself, let alone apologize for the same.
"Stupid Damien!" I mumbled to myself.
"Hey" I yelled as a bike passed by me at such a terrifying speed that if by any chance it even touched my bicycle, I would have landed far, far across the road, into the bushes or something.
"Jerk" I cursed at the unknown rider.
Frowning, I stopped my bicycle in the middle of the road for a minute as something struck in my head.
Why did that bike look so damn familiar?
Wait.
No.
It can't be.
No. It can't be the same person's bike whom I was cursing in my head not even a minute ago.
Or maybe today is just not my lucky day.
"Two encounters..." I paused nodding at myself.
"Two encounters in a day...with none other than the great...the mysterious Damien...well this day surely cannot get any better than this" I continued to myself sarcastically before peddling my bicycle once again not wanting to get into some other trouble by staying on this dark, deserted road.
I took a quick shower as soon as I got home and crashed on my bed and was just about to fall asleep when I heard a knock on my room's door.
"Mrs. Miller asked me to make sure you have your dinner before going to bed" Louise, the lady who has been our family help since years now, said with a warm smile on her face, which evoked slight wrinkles at the corner of her eyes.
She's in her early forties.
"I don't feel like eating, Lou" I replied burring my face in the pillow.
"Well...Mrs. Miller will kill me if she finds out that you slept without having any food" Louise said walking in my room with a tray of food, I assume.
"Are you okay? Miss Cynthia" She asked a moment later when I didn't react to her words.
"I don't know, Lou...I'm just a little...upset I guess" I replied raising my head from the pillow and sitting up straight.
"Is there anything I can do about it? Miss Cynthia" Louise asked and I could sense a hint of concern in her voice which made me smile.
"No, Lou. I don't think you can do anything about it...because I myself don't know why I'm upset..." I paused.
"But yeah I guess I'll have to have dinner so that your Mrs. Miller and my mother spares your dear life" I continued with a small smile.
"Very well then" She replied with a wide smile.
"Have a goodnight, Miss Cynthia" She added while leaving and closing the door on her way out.
I sighed looking down at the plate of food and even though I don't feel like eating but now that it has been served already, I have to eat it as my mother always says that we should never disrespect our food and should always be thankful to God that he never let's us sleep with an empty stomach.
The next morning as usual I was running late for school, to which I was kinda thankful because it gave me nearly no time to think about that egoistic Damien.
"Hey. Good morning, Dad" I greeted walking in the dining area.
"Morning, sweetheart" My father replied.
"So how was dinner last night?" I asked.
"Almost as amazing as your mother's company" He replied with a smile.
"Cool" I mumbled.
"Where's Mum?" I asked looking around.
"Your grandpa is feeling a bit low, so she's visiting him" He replied.
"Oh. Is it something serious" I asked concerned.
"No. Not yet at least" He replied getting off his chair.
"Louise has prepared your breakfast, don't skip it" He added placing a kiss on my head as I just hummed in reply grabbing a toast as dad left for work.
Maybe I should visit grandpa too, it feels like it's been too long since I met him...and not just him though, I haven't met my cousins, uncle Vihaan and aunt Olivia, in a long time too.
Maybe I'll visit them over this weekend because on weekdays I obviously don't have much time because of school and this play that I need to practice for...and make sure that everybody else practices too.
I don't understand why do they always have to leave me in charge of everything?
I mean yeah I get it that I'm brilliant at pretty much everything but that doesn't mean that you have to burden me with everything.
Aren't you a bit too self obsessed? My subconscious made a sarcastic comment while letting out a fake cough.
"Hey. How was practice yesterday?" Bethany asked as we walked down the corridor towards our class.
"Don't even ask about it" I replied rolling my eyes, once again remembering whatever happened with Damien yesterday.
"Why? Was it so bad?" She asked.
"Did everybody finally realize that you suck at acting" She added jokingly as I just rolled my eyes at her silly joke.
Well what does she know that I have bigger issues on my plate than to worry about my acting skills.
"Hey. Cynthia. See you at practice" Ishaan said passing by us.
"Well. Who was that?" Bethany asked frowning as I sighed.
"Don't ask about that too" I simply replied.
"Ah. I get it. Another admirer..." She paused.
"Or rather should I say another guy who's gonna get his heart broken by you sooner or later" She continued.
"Don't make it sound like I play with every other guy's heart only to break it later on" I replied feeling a little offended.
"I didn't say that..." She trailed off.
"But you do reject them which eventually leads to a heartbreak" She said.
"So what do you want me to do? Date every guy who likes me?" I asked sarcastically.
"No. Definitely not. Because if I were to suggest that then you'll probably have to date our entire school" She replied with a chuckle as I just shook my head at her.
"It's not my fault that they like me. I didn't ask them to develop a crush on me..." I paused.
"And I can't just date some guy because I feel guilty that rejecting him would break his heart...it would be wrong in so many ways" I continued, halting in my steps unknowingly as I began thinking of what people actually think about me.
Maybe they think that Cynthia Miller is such an egoistic bitch and so full of herself that she rejects every guy who approaches her.
But that's not true at all.
"How am I supposed to date someone I feel nothing for?" I mumbled subconsciously.
"Well then you don't" Bethany replied snapping me out of my thoughts.
"You do know that I was just joking earlier right" She added with a smile sensing that right now I was serious about this topic.
"Yeah I do" I mumbled a short reply.
"But seriously if you don't like any guy from our school then I don't know for whom you'll finally fall for...because there are so many handsome and wealthy guys in our school and almost all of them would even kiss the ground that you walk on" Bethany said as we started walking towards our class once again.
"Like seriously! I don't get it. What exactly is your type?" She blabbered and as she uttered those words I kind of zoned out of the conversation as an encounter from last night with a guy, whose name I don't even want to utter because he was so damn rude to me, flashed in front of my eyes.
Once again I stopped walking and so did Bethany along with me.
"I don't know" I mumbled, quickly shutting my eyes for some unknown reason while taking a deep breath.
"Well then my suggestion would be, well not that you asked for my suggestion but still I would suggest that you wait for the right one..." Bethany paused.
"You know the one who'll give you 'that feeling' you always talk about, whose love will..." She continued only to be interrupted by me.
"Whose love will consume me" I whispered subconsciously, opening my eyes and there he was...walking towards me...the guy who surely didn't even know my name but yet here I was mad at him...so mad that I didn't even want to utter his name.
But yet for some unknown reason I couldn't stop thinking about him...I couldn't shake him from my head or my thoughts.
And even though my mind was set at the decision that I never want to see him again...
Yet I found myself staring at him.
And even though I bragged about not wanting to utter his name...
Yet his name escaped my lips in a whisper.
"Damien..." I whispered.
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