Friday, 13 September 2013

As the tables turn (short story)

Who is this girl?, she just got out of a break up but seems to have found a home in Him, she is little but her huge personality makes her stand out, yes he hinted that he may have liked her, but that was part of his knight in shiny armour act, at the time he ddnt feel anything real, but neither did she.
Before long things started to change, this oddly beautiful girl bursting with energy wanted him but he didnt want her, at first he thought she was okay but as soon as her feelings were revealed he just drew back he then noticed what he had not before, her peculiar smell which went from bad to okay, her dramatic nature that exaggerated issues, for instance her huge grimace and almost squeaky roar at another boy who made her uncomfortable. Now normally he would shrug this off but this time it was different, he thought her in a word "disgusting" and the more she drew nearer he pulled away, he thought his life of random interactions with girls would go on forever, usually he would like them but rarely had they liked him back and if ever it never grew passed the minor crush, on their part that is, but this time it was different. With time it grew into open irritation, because he could predict her random chatter was baseless and frivolous, and sometimes he just ignored her, openly flirted with other girls purposely to spite her, she often voiced her distress but it didnt matter at the time. Once in a while he would succumb and treat her right just to spark her intrest.
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Like following her to a secluded room and cuddling her, But leaving her high and dry. And it ddnt help that her ex had few good things to say about her, he would often sit with her ex and ask for stories about their relationship, their kisses, high points and low points, and ulitmately the cause of the break up. This was once the guy he partly loathed and openly spited just to please her. Now this went on for quite sometime up until one day, on a holiday, he was out sight seeing in a store, ya know, window shopping and all the while he was chatting her up on a social network, And just then, to recklessly spite her for no reason at all, He told her he had just come across a beautiful white girl and he thought she was hot, but this time her response was cold.  He hadnt expected this and asked her why, she said she would loved to be the friend he can discuss this with but it hurt, and in that very moment, he mellowed and asked her what she wanted. In a similar fashion to this she said she wanted him. There and then he promised her that he would do as she wanted and live to please, her retort was now joyful but not very wordy. He ddnt think of this promise as a mistake or regret it in any way, It just felt normal, it just felt right. As the new season began with the promise of the promise to be enacted, it didnt just snap into place and he stil had traces of hostility, but it seemed this was the beggining of his end.   
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As the morning faded and the afternoon sun scorched away, Fate would have it that they were left alone together in the same place, then he gave reasons why they dont just 'stick', and probable compatibility issues, and once again she shocked him, her retort was complacent and laced with indifference, she just said she was cool with it. . As they walked on, she echoed the same response, each time more astonishing than the last, something in him had just snapped, he hastily attempted to pick up the pieces and decided to ammend his previous statements, unfortunately* for him she agreed so in a way they were now a couple.
This time it was different, it just worked, the residual feelings of disgust just faded away and he now looked at her and smiled. Things went from smooth to good as time passed, he kept other crushes but didnt hurt her openly or otherwise anymore and sometimes they even got into friendly catfights over him. One day she had developed the proclivity to kiss him and though he shrugged her off last time this inclination came but this time he was willing to try it, having never kissed before this unlikely playboy gave it a go, with some akward pauses and a light cuddle he planted a kiss on her lips, it felt weird as it should but they did again, gentle but more firmly this time, and that was it, his first kiss but her umpteenth*. They went home with smiles and mutual admiration, but no sparks on his part as he could not feel things very deeply, he was nigh unemotional.
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Soon after this they were still a pseudo couple and this time all he saw in her was endless beauty.  Everything repugnant had now become a jewel in his eyes and he may have just fallen for her truely and she seemingly felt the same. They would always talk on the phone, from talks about themselves under the rain on the phone to endless texts about sweet nothings, he was very fond of dirty jokes and she appeared to have found it cute.  It became a staple for her to call everyday and they even had play fights about him always rejecting her call and calling her back so she would save her airtime. But once in a while he would still act freedom prone and often got advice from his best friend to quit his promiscuity, those tendencies never lasted long and eventually he asked her out, she didnt say yes though he had playfully done this before but now he was serious but she said it was her new year resolution not to date this year because of how her previous relationship had ended, he didnt argue and respected her decision. That didnt stop him from frequently asking her again in hopes for her to change her mind and it ddnt stop them from going on as a pseudo couple. Playful goodbye kisses on the stairs, more dirty jokes and long pointless walks just for talks. .This was bliss for the time being, untill, slight changes started to occur then his real relationship sense began to show on him.   
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He became very jealous of her male friends and even got very mad because they dont nessesarily hold in public but her male friend got to hug her tightly right in the hallway, something he was never allowed to do, he told her about it and she said he had no right, that was true because technically they werent dating. While he grew increasingly jealous and very sensitive to the fact that he believed her ex was better than him because of this imprinted chemistry he always sees between them. She became firmer in her not-dating-you stance, and even said to him that the tables have turned now, he so badly wished she didnt intend that as a vengeful statement, but once in a while this was put aside and all he wanted to do was kiss her, she often refused as she would not be treated like an object, that once caused a fight but they still had their moments like; playful poking and random niceties in the dark corners of the library, this former was a bad sign but he just lived in the moment.During a phone conversation she asked what class in high school would he never want to relive?, He picked one far back then she asked why? He said because they werent together then, she asked him if they were together now?, as if to say we are not together now as well. This struck him as a blow but it was eventually shrugged off, unbeknownst to him it was a harbinger of things to come. Penultimately she started acting differently and was picking fights for no good reason, Sometimes they were cool and the other times she treated him like he was just bugging her, and soon she ddnt act very nicely to his possesive nature anymore. 
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Over time their bond started detiorating,it often needed third party intervention but mostly from fights she had started. She thought it was time to just break it off and told him in a similar fashion that they were better as friends via text. But he took it badly, so she reversed her decision and covered it up with an excuse. They sort of continued until finally, On June 20, 2:45 pm, she no longer saw it as a bond and eventually it was dead to her though not to him, she ended it and said she needed to focus on school while he lovingly agreed, hiding his deep melancholy like the love sick fool he is. Now she had freedom to do what ever she wanted without regard that he is watching. One time he watched on as she kept hugging a particular guy and being generally all over him, while he just watched on like a dazed stalker. For some reason he liked the pain of thinking about her in another mans arms, though it nearly stops his heart, he relished it and frequently watched on. They continued as friends but he often voiced his need for her to come back to him, but ofcourse she ddnt budge and always coated it with an excuse. Now every time he saw her perfect figure walk pass him in her dainty strides, he got very deppressed. Inbetween classes or during meals he never misses a moment to gaze upon her ravishing beauty, he was hurt but knew there was nothing he could do. Later at the first peak of their seperation, she became openly rude to him and very irritable, just like he was to her.  
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He found that very saddening and just walked away. When she came to apologise he took the oppurtunity to tell her how he felt and how the other guys were using her, she seemed moved by his affection and decided to be his girlfriend. A thought he had long since abandoned but enthusiastically complied and for the first time they were official. That day was a great day but the last of its kind, the next day his new girlfriend was very ungirfriend-like and barely spent time with him, she acted very platonic. It was torture and he vented through poetry as he had usually did, though it ddnt change anything. The season had already come to an end, their goodbye was very watery as she was barely there and was more instrested in the current attraction at the time. This wasnt how he had planned it at all but it happned anyway and the term was over. Now his main pastime was gathering stories about her life and the very numerous guys she had affiliations with, though it ddnt move him he was very disturbed, despite that, he continued gathering, just to relish the pain. And at the peak of it all they continued contact this holiday and she became vehemently hostile, even more graphic that he had been, but for some reason he took it in his stride and even apologised for her own misdeeds.  While she just taxed him for airtime and conversation to wile away the time. Regardless of the advice he got to let her go, he couldnt bring himself to fight back.  
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She had total control of the situation and went from torturous to conducive overtime. But it hurt all the same, as another season came, they were stil officially together despite her coldness. On the first day she greeted everyone else and didnt even spare him a passing glance. Regardless he went over to say Hi and got the usual cold response. Eventually he frightfully broke off the relationship, she wasnt even moved but this time she wasnt cold at all but something made this very day special as he sought advice from an older person who was quite familiar with his problems, a female academic who identified his problem as being feeble, mistaking being used as a doormat as romance. The proposed remedy was total non-communication towards her for a week, no contact of any sort even if it resulted to snubbing and by the end of the week, she would succumb. Very suprisingly by the end of the week she had come to apologise!! He  played his role very well and had gotten results. After the prolonged apology it wasnt exactly the same and he stil wanted her very much deep down inside, but she was now out of his reach for good. A dozen more apologies from her later on and a few disagreements. It was never the same again. They were never friends for more than a week and he could barely hide his great lust for her as it had now become. Although he had apparently moved on and started liking other girls, he let go of the depression. But he still feels a deep yearning for her and his ever burning desire for her lives on no matter who occupies his heart, desperately wishing he could turn back time and act like a real man, he hopes that things take the turn his did and she eventually becomes his, this never happened. Often after his bouts of prolonged desire, He sits in the dark, breathing into a cup of tea, listening to the saddest of songs, only this time relishing his lost love. Some say its obssesion, others say hes really in love, but he knows what it is, he knows its Poetic justice dealing the cards, as the tables turn. . .

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