New Moon 1
that they may
hear the thump, I close the door and run to my set of room. O God,
I keep a hand on my mouth, Kill me, please!
    ****
    I
don’t know what I am really
feeling. I can’t put my finger on my mixed emotions. First, Kay and
Ted and then…those two! Closing my doors, stepping inside the room,
I lie down on the bed and re-think over everything I have seen
today. Thank god, no one is there in the room. As the tears go down
my cheek and I drink water from my bottle, I am looking out at the
window. “I too, share the same fate as you,” Ian had said. How did
it never entered my mind that…? When Ted had said that I am like
Ray…the missing pieces of puzzle are falling on their places. The
tension between both the boys…the way both averted each other gazes
in front of me, as if, scared of facing each other. I don’t know,
what has really shaken me the most. Kay or the fact that my besties
are homos! I think, I am plain shocked. I really should meet Alan,
after all.
    *****
    I am avoiding
my friends and in order to do that, at breakfast table, I am busy
reading “Pride and Prejudice,” while sipping my orange juice. The
unusual silence of the table can be felt by everyone but, Ian and
Ray, knowing the fact that I have seen them previous night, are red
faced. I am not sure about my feelings. Well, I don’t know, how
should I act in front of them? Feeling weird, I close my novel,
finish my meal and leave the table. “Shit,” I hear Ian from the
back and I hear the two chairs being pushed backwards. I have
reached the stairs leading to the main class, when I hear my name
being called from back, “Tris wait,” I keep up with my pace and
never stop, “Tris,” calls Ray, “Wait for a second, please. We can
make you understand,” “leave it,” I hear someone else, too. Ian is
pulling Ray to a halt, “Let her go today. She is in no mood to
understand,” wiping the core of my eyes; I turn to the corner of my
class and make myself comfortable inside the room. Soon, the
teacher enters the room and the class starts.
    ***
    The entire
day, as I sit at some distance from Ian and Ray, I am already
realizing the fact that I am missing them, too. I have, till now,
just read about the homosexuals in books, magazines and movies but
seeing someone in real life is a totally different thing. Aren’t
vampire and werewolf supposed to be enemies? “You watch Hollywood
movies too much, pet,” says the cold whisper next to me. Startled
and awake from my sad, remorseful thoughts, I turn to that side,
“Thanatos!” “How is my pet doing?” there is a satisfaction in that
voice of his. Teacher is still teaching and every student is
concentrated towards her. “What are you doing here?” I whisper,
from the corner of the mouth, so that, she may not see it. “I am
here for you, simple,” he says. “It is so strange,” I whisper, “Are
you sure, no one can see you?’ “Positive,” he replies and tucks a
strand of my hair lock behind my ear. “Just saw you alone,” he
says, “I thought, why does my pet looks so sad?” “None of your
business,” I blurt out and instantly regret over my choice of
words, “I told you,” he says calmly, “Never lose the support of
your two friends. Seems like, you didn’t paid much attention to
me,” “they should have told me, from the very beginning,” I say and
turn to the side, where I see both of them sitting and passing me
those sad, guilt ridden looks. “You are offended, just because they
did not tell you about their relationship with each other, aren’t
you?” “Yes,” I whisper and see a girl in the front to my side,
shushing me to silence. She is passing me a queer look, taking me
as some sort of insane person. “You should have more trust on your
friendship, pet,” he says and I see him caressing the back of my
hand. A chill passes down my entire being. His touch is so cold.
“When will I see your face?” I ask, “Why do you want to see my
face?” he asks

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