Hazel

 Jale

I'm running. As fast as I can. And this is where I actually always pray of not tripping. At least not a damn stone. But I bumped into something more of 'so much embarassing'.

This always happens. Why this always happens to me only? I've seen prettier girls than me who never at least damn trip. I thought they were just filled with self love and confidence which made them 'untrippable'. But i guess luck paves the way sometimes too.

I was on the start point of a lane and was about to turn when a speedy bike was coming from the other side. It wasn't stopping and so was i. I ran and took my right but the bike also took right and i was nearly about to pin myself on the side wall when the bike rider came to senses and took the other turn. 

This wasn't my fault. No way. 

The bike had two boys on it almost of my age. Hell, its even hard to picture their age these days. They both were wearing helmets which reflects some of their decency about the road rules. The one who was riding the bike had a black leather jacket over a white shirt and black pants. The one behind him was on his phone and was i think wearing a black hoodie on grey jeans.

I was just crossing. I'm a pedlar and pedlars don't pave the road. Rules do. And these boys were already over the speed limit.

Mike

I was texting my girlfriend when this happened. This. The thing that annoys me the most.

I was writing a long damn message to my current girlfriend Jennie to stop being a weirdo and answer my messages. She's been off for some days and I understand the hell of it. But things shouldn't stay messed up between us. We are in love and there are some rules of it.

Both the sides should share their feelings. There is nothing in the world other than magic which can tell me how she's feeling inside. And even feeling is a magic which I know but I don't know it without her. I mean I get to know sometimes when she's annoyed or angry when she doesn't says so. But I am not someone who can guess things which have not be experienced by my mind before. I need to store it for her. Hence I want her to tell everything and then there she is. 

All messed up.

I want to undo her. This cannot happen. We cannot break up. Until Taylor's lover album exists, we.cannot.break.up. Rules are rules.

And after the bump, the message i was writing for so damn long, hit to send. MY fingers. Oh god. The key I was carrying of my dorm flew off my fingers and it's such a big blunder.

I'm so much damned. Why does this happens to me always? Then I took my helmet off in aggression and turned to look who doesn't knows how to cross a lane, or even, how to enter it.

It's a girl. Oh. No matter.

I get off the bike and head to her to tell her if she's blind or what. Plus I need to get my keys which just flew off and into her jacket pocket. I saw it threw my helmet visor. And it's excruciating. Anger is a teenage hormone come alive, tangled.

She is jogging her steps as if quickly and slowly to say running off somewhere. She has blonde hear and they are step cut to waist. They're open and swaying, hitting the wind. And. Okay.

I also run up a bit and stretch out to pull her arm to tell her the trouble and solution. She is so..shaking. 

I calm down a bit when I budge her. When she looks back, I look her in the eyes which are watery and red. A mirage of hazel eyes could be seen in the pain.

Business can be done later when someone is hurt.

"Are you okay?" I ask her because I don't like it when girls cry. I have seen it in Jennie.

She reluctantly shakes her head in a no and turns to walk off again when I abruptly say-

"Uh wait! You've accidently got my dorm keys in your pocket."

She opens her mouth in a slight shock and then quickly shoves her hand inside her pockets to find the keys. She sticks out her right pocket and my keys fall to the ground.

I bend down to pick it up and at the same time she does too and our heads bump.

We both rub our hand on the mark and I take my keys back and tilt my head towards her in an 'okay, thanks' gesture and turn to head towards the bike. She does the same.

When I put on the helmet, I pull up the visor and get on the bike and tell my friend to start up when I look back towards her. 

She's gone. So quickly. 

Why was she crying?

I didn't even hear her voice but I think I know her name.