No....

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"Can I sit here?" he asked in a loud voice, and I looked at him with wide eyes while other students gasped too.

"N...o, y...ou ca...n't," I said, but ignoring me, he placed his bag in my lap and sat beside me.

"Go," I said.

And he ignored me again.

"Victor, don't go near her," I heard the same boy in the cafeteria saying while running towards our bench.

"Nothing will happen. She knows me," he said sarcastically, and I closed my eyes tightly.

Few words were thrown around in the classroom: "How?", "Does Rhys know?", "Who is he?", "Why is he going to get involved?", "He will be killed."

Hearing those words, I was getting scared and angry.

"Leave, Victor," I said again, and he turned his head towards me.

"Who is he, Maya?" he asked, and I clenched my fists.

"Not your concern," I said, before taking my bottom lip between my teeth and torturing it.

"It is my concern, Maya. Who is he?" he asked again, and I stood up, wanting to leave. The students were watching us. Some of them were even saying "Victor, leave her" repeatedly, but he was persistent.

Wanting to pick up my bag, I lowered my body and placed my hand on the bag's handle when suddenly, he placed his hand on mine and grabbed it tightly. Pulling it harshly, he made me stumble upon him.

His other hand was suddenly placed on my waist, and my hands were placed on his shoulder. His eyes stared into mine softly, and I hated it.

"Who is he, Maya?" he asked again, and I didn't say anything. Removing my hands, I tried to stand straight, but he moved his other hand on my waist, placing them tightly on my sides. My hands were again placed on his shoulders, trying to steady myself.

"Your boyfriend?" he said and let out a chuckle that was mocking me, scaring me, and making me sad.

I didn't say anything again this time and just looked into his eyes, asking him to leave me without a word.

"Is he your b...boyfriend, Maya?" he asked this time like he was desperate to get the answer. His voice cracked, like the word was suffocating him, just like it was suffocating me to answer. He was sad, and it made me sad. The tears were starting to develop in my eyes. I wanted to let out everything, but not here, not in front of him—it would get him killed.

Gulping a large amount of saliva, I said, "Yes."

And then his eyes lowered, hiding something, just like mine.

"Somebody call Rhys!" a boy shouted, and I trembled. Quickly removing my hands, I tried to get away. His hands, which were on my hand, also got removed, but as they were the only support my bent body had, I fell on him.

His arms wrapped around me tightly, trying to make me steady. Quickly trying to get up, I stumbled more while his arms tightened their hold.

"Why?" I heard his breaking voice in my ear.

"Why didn’t you wait for me, Maya?" he said.

And I was pushed up, away from him. He made me stand and got up from the seat. Picking up the bag again, he walked out of the class. The professor, who was coming in through the door, met him on the way, looking at him with a questioning gaze, but he didn’t look at him even once and left.

My eyes followed his back. The words he had said made no sense.

I didn’t know. I never knew.

He was waiting.

Why?

Sitting in my place again, I tried to look into my books, but my vision kept getting blurry.

The warm tears kept dropping onto the book.

The voice of the professor was echoing in the silent classroom. The students were listening to each word carefully. I tried to, too.

But it wasn’t enough. Rhys had turned my life upside down. My peaceful life was shattered.

Telling Dad was not even an option now. Rhys—a person I never wanted to associate with—had become my boyfriend. Hurting someone was never in my thoughts, yet I did.

I was guilty.

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The bell rang loudly, removing every thought from my mind. One by one, the students were leaving, and then I stood up. Picking up the bag, I walked. The sound of my shoes echoed in the silent classroom.

Once I reached the door, I saw him. Leaning against the pillar with his hands in his pockets, his eyes stared at me.

I nodded my head and walked towards him. When I reached near him, he looked at me more intensely and then said something I wanted to hear the most, but not from him.

"Who hurt you, Butterfly?"

( A question who hurt her ?)