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Sharon's POV:
The class burst into a bubble of laughter and whispers as our English teacher posed her millionth question of the day.
Needless to say, Shakespeare really isn't my thing.
I saw Rey's face go blank in less than a second as he looked down. God, if I could kill Kriya right now, I would certainly do it because she'd hurt Rey to such an extent that I couldn't even identify him anymore.
I looked at the rest of the class. Neha and Vicky were making goo-goo eyes at each other and the rest of the group were staring at this spectacle.
And much to my discomfort, Swayam looked at me right at that moment.
SHIT. I really didn't want Swayam thinking that I had feelings for him or something. Especially after our last fight. That piece of shit didn't deserve anything from me but contempt.
Our teacher cleared her throat and said, "Shakespeare's views on love are the most accurate and thoughtful. His-"
And SO it goes on. And on. And on.
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Sharon's POV:
The group of us were at rehearsal as usual and I watched Taani with contempt. I couldn't believe that that half-baked loser girl was the 6th dancer!
But well, I'd rather wait and watch. Swayam's anger would not be justified in this issue.
As rehearsal's got done and everyone walked out I felt someone grab my hand.
"Sharon-"
I whipped around, looked him in the face and said, "YOU listen to me Swayam, STAY AWAY. I don't understand why it's so f**king hard for you to understand that. I might have at least thought about you before. But now? I only think about destroying you. Every fricking bit of you."
I watched as the flicker of emotions went over his face. Hurt. Anger. Shame.
He cleared his throat and said, "Alright. I'm not going to beg anymore for you to forgive me. But know this Sharon. You made a mistake. I'm admitting I made one too. I'm beginning to think and maybe even know that I'm not made for you. Nobody is."
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Swayam's POV:
'There's a limit to lying, Swayam. You don't mean a shit of what you're saying.'
It was true. I still loved here and honest to God, nothing could stop me from doing that. But I was so stupid, pining over her when everyday she seemed to hate me more and more.
That spark. It was just gone.
The shock on her face was evident and she quickly brought her walls up again.
"FINE." She spat out and said, "I give a damn about you. GO! Fall for another girl. We'll see what happens. I have never felt anything for you. EVER."
"I f**king know that!" I yelled.
God, I should guard my temper.
She looked at me, all vulnerable again and said, "Stay away."
As she walked out, I turned on the stereo to a song called Grenade.
This was pointless.
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Sharon's POV:
Our class on love resumed the next day as we did Sonnet 116 by Shakespeare. Our teacher continued to ask for our opinions and I noticed that Rey was missing.
'How convenient.' I muttered. He gets to run away while I have to sit here and endure thinking about Swayam the entire time.
WAIT.
I wasn't supposed to be thinking about Swayam in a class about love.
SWAYAM and love. WHY on God's Earth did I put them in the same sentence?!
I growled with frustration and looked at our teacher going row by row. It would be my turn soon too I guess. I'd just repeat what someone else had said.
"Swayam!" The teacher said looking at him coyly.
GOD, Would she quit flirting with him?!
"Your view, please. What is love, Swayam?"
He looked quite uncomfortable, stood up and said, "At a point, love makes you feel like you've got all the power in the world only to snatch it all away in a second. It leaves you powerless."
And then looking straight at me, his eyes steely and mirthless he said, "And at the end of it, the only feeling you have left is.. not hatred. No. You just don't give a shit about the other person. Because you realize, you're much better off without them."
The teacher looked evidently surprised and said, "But Swayam-"
"That's all I have to say."
And he walked out, leaving me speechless.
I didn't know I was crying until when Simmi gave me a tissue.
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Swayam's POV:
I walked to the locker room and hit the wall fast once. I needed to feel like I was alive and not a walking zombie.
I sat down and thought about how much I had lied again today in class. No, all of it wasn't entirely lies. I did feel a lot of what I had said.
But my life without Sharon? It wouldn't be the same at all.
'What is love, Swayam?'
"It's Sharon."
Saying that and facing that again would mean so many issues, so much of hatred and yet the tiniest flicker of hope.
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