This is the 10th part of my blog series The Diary Of A Teenager . If you haven’t read the previous parts please do so … They are all here:
_____________________The perfect alibi_______________________
I wonder whether the art of romancing and carrying out a relation could be learnt in a crash course. Well, if you guys know any good institute that can teach me. It is of no use now; but it was something which could have been a boon for me after I proposed Shalee.
The eight-grade not only helped me become a good flirt but it also made me realise how bad and how unromantic a person I was. I couldn’t utter a single word till we reached the canteen, which was very annoying. Silence is just too highly romantic to handle, especially when I really didn’t had the slightest urge to get romantic.
After a while we reached the canteen. I wanted to tell shale flat on face that it was a plain bet and that I am a basturd. But she was making it almost impossible with her expressions. I know you might be thinking I am a dog. But I couldn’t tell her all this in point blank, because I couldn’t somehow imagine her bearing her teary eyes.
I ordered two coffees, not that our schools canteen was some barista or CCD but yes, the world famous Indian filter coffee served there was thousand times better than its thousand days old soups and other dishes. Anyways I just kept looking here and there, trying to find some interesting topics that might lead to conversations between us. Finally, it was she who spoke first.
‘So … you don’t want to know my answer?’
“Well, not that I don’t know your reply…but it’s kind of my first time. Have no idea how to go about it.”
She just gave a smile and I swear I couldn’t just glance away. Was I getting infatuated to her? I somehow acted shy. Or was I shy? I don’t remember actually. It has been long since that happened after all. I was having my coffee when suddenly her hands touched my hands. It was an accident but we both kind of blushed. It was getting harder to stay in that place. So I took a leave from there and strolled into the busy swam of people in the corridors opposite the canteen,
In the class, my female classmates wanted to know about her answer and the time we spent together. The boys, on the other side, wanted to know if anything happened. For the first time I felt like a cannibal. I hunted her feeling just to feed my male ego. Probably that was the reason why I started loving her, in a way that everyone, except me, could see it.
I am not sure whether I dragged it purposefully or it happened that way, but my new relation continued for two weeks or so. Till my classmates teased me, it was ok. But then, I started getting strange vibes, look and taunts from teachers; especially those, who knew my mother very well.
Not that I am afraid of my mom, I was just terrified of her fiery eyes! May be, relations are for the daring, to which I resembled the least. I think my relations won’t even have the guarantee period of even the Chinese goods. It works till it works, after that, discard the shit!
I had the perfect alibi to escape from this relation – MUMMY!
