[please read, last paragraph of the last chapter before you read this,in order to make your things connected, just last para]

~*SHANE*~

It is not that no one is beautiful other than her. The most powerful statement, you are beautiful' it feels like its slipped. But in-depth in its true. I have never said those potent statements to any other, except to my Mom, Jennifer Michael.

This girl has the most warmth eyes which will deceive any clouds on the sky, her barley colluded complexioned depicts her mahogany facade, I don't know whether she is.

I wait for her reply, I know how she feels. I know. It's not that we have known for years, but for uncountable seconds maybe. But those seconds were worthy enough, and I believe that's what really matters.

Her palms were sweating, and her collided sweats are pouring down to the earth from my palms like mild rain blessing blooms. Seems like, her sweat buds have more to talk, like a procession it falls one by one.

One By One.

Like pearls bless the Earth.

I know how she feels like, not that, I repeat, we have known for years.

As she turns, her sweat buds travel through the forehead, and of course like pearls may be.

"Heyy...Budha saving a girl doesn't repay flirting!!! beautiful it seems".I know that isn't she wants to say, she wants to say,'Thank you, for saving too'.But she doesn't. Not that I'm a Naira expert. But as for me, having one-sided love for more than 5 years', can make you study micro-expression too, without the opponent's knowledge.yes, it feels like a lifetime, at least, that's the only thing I genuinely felt 'genuine' till now.

I make up my mind, the reply,' can I have your...', but the rest don't just come out. I don't know whether I need her Instagram to handle[not that I don't have I do. Or my 5years would be a waste. Ido has it. But following and then just dropping 'hi' will make her feel creepy and unworthy of me. I know}.

Before I could say anything, she whooshes as if I'm a witch to catch her. I'm. But only a single human being and single magic know it.Me.And.God.

Even though I have known her for years, I'm a stranger to her. I'm a stranger and a buffoon.

Not talking, but staring for more than 5 years, is a complete strange act for me. I have never done that. But I was, at least genuine in that part of my life.

Now, just the way I met her she happened to meet me too. It was half planned. Half coincidence.

When I saw a bunch of students hiding over various places' knew that was a bunk. But my eyes searched for her. It saw only her. It was my physical training period, in simple, playing on the ground.

I watched her pausing my football plays it is me who informed Vikram that some students are hereabout in an unharmful way. Cause I need a moment, to make her meet me 'accidentally'.Yes, accidentally.Only that.

I have planned numerous 'accidental meet', nothing worked. Not only that, She never even recognized that there is a human called 'Shane Michel'.How pity of me.

I stare.

I stare.

This time I'm not a stranger. That relives me. Completely makes me see 'a ray of hope, that hope I have been searching for more than 5 years.

All these years, the more I looked into her eyes[of course, with no doubt, without her knowledge}, the more enigmas she holds, that what I discerned and feel right now.

I smile at myself that I'm not a stranger. I'm not. I have won. I smile showcasing my so-called 'perfect-teeth'.

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~*NAIRA*~

I swirl around to see him having that same spooky smile. In no time I close my almond sights which are swamped with excitement as well as humiliation. If you ask why I'm moved, queasily don't know, but that feeling at teenage when someone remarks us as 'intelligent, 'gorgeous 'sometimes fells into the ground.

I find others sharing how funnily they escaped from Vikram as they drank every sip of cola. As I join, for my blow, Fin questioned me, "while we were behind the cafeteria, where were you lurking?".I blink my eyes twice making a moment to think, I drink a sip and elegantly tells,' was sandwiched between vans'.

Making them arduous to believe Tessy throw me out by her words, "why would someone do that?".Tessy, in terms of character, the one who doesn't know about her much will say,'' oh...how cool!! I want to be like her ''.If the Aladdin ever happens to appear and commands a wish to switch both the body and personality to Tessy, after a short while, I guarantee, they will be like, ''oh please...Get me out of this hell!! This isn't what I meant'.

"As if I lied", I shout, which makes her mouth shut. In words, there isn't any problem if I say what exactly happened. It's not the problem when I say them, the exact problem is after that.

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'As the Loudy announce its 5th period, that officers-boots whoosh into our class with that devil facade. Jessica turned to whisper, "waste-bunking...SURPRISE!!".As for me, it was almost like producing a grenade and during the war, it doesn't work at all. How embarrassing is that?.

I frankly don't know how greedy Bennet is. Apart from being present on his hour, he wants to be present on other teachers' hours too which is equal to having an iPhone and then again borrowing one from your sister.

'I have a dream that's worth more than my sleep', I see it written on Tessy's notebook. Dreams?. Ah! I wish I could find it. People say everyone will eventually find their dreams but never said how and when will I.peopel say everyone's dreams will come true but never said how to. I'm not stuck in the fictitious world, I'm stuck in the real world with fictions thoughts. As for the society, teenage years are referred to, where we find our dreams and by the age of 20 or 30 done!!. Its been years, I wish that someone would help me to seek it, okay even if it's a demon, cause all I want is finding it.

"I know his name", breaking me from my solemness Richard whisper who sits just in front of me on the next bench. As he is always bragging, I did not heed instead, looks right where the windowpane embraced the touches of the heavy serene flurry.

"I do seriously know his name", he then reiterates." Don't make Bennet throw me outside just like yesterday. Done with notes yaar...come to the point. Know who's name?", I write in a paper that passes it on. But I do likes standing outside, the cool breeze, and all, but the after-effects of it are' insomniac nights'."You are beautiful", he passes it on me."Get lost", I think twice before I write this because it must be his another time receiving these so mean words from a girl. He used to tell how profoundly he liked her but never revealed her name.

I knew this would happen, and I'm all ready to endure the after-effects.' His name is Shane Michael'.It resonates in my mind a few times but never to pierce.

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Sometimes, I don't really concede the reason of my existence. Nor why I breathe. I envy everyone in this world, for being living better than me. I envy how they breathe. I envy how they speak. I envy everything about everyone. But, my pals asserts to me as 'very opened speaking girl', I'm damn not.

Each of my friends thinks that. I never shared truths' meant about me, cause my heart never accepted my best friend, Alina, whose name comes first when I'm being asked about my best friend. But she never really is. I've never shared my feelings, my covets but still, she thinks I do share everything. I always feel bad at myself, because that, I trusted no one. I didn't know whether it is a part of teenage feelings.

I always fear friends changing into foe later in the future turning against the tool that I fear the most, 'my secrets'.What if later they shout out my secrets to the world?. It's not that, it could destroy the world but it would definitely destroy me. I wouldn't be able to overcome it." Naira.....Naira......Naira.......!!!!!. Dammit!!! can't you hear me? ", Anna is shouting at me as I sit on the window side of the van." What the damn??".

"Look left".'

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"Are you alright?", this same question was asked by Anna as I couldn't even recognize that reached home. I answer with a shaky smile that I'm fine and lie that had a hard day. As I drape myself in after the shower, while my eyes are showering too. Takes a look at the mirror to notice that my eyes have become red so is my cheeks...

Being an HSP [high sensitive person] people around me has a lot to do with my current mood. Pulling out my thoughts I tried to get back at sleep but the feelings didn't. I'm not what people see. My pals see me as an energetic, courageous, accurate, and inspire even a few told me so. Deep inside I'm a pale, broken HSP and negative. I tried a million times to get back normal, I damn didn't know that, whether these thoughts would end up if I become an adult.

Every time I thought to be normal, I meant, to show the real me, deep inside me the hardcore had hit me hard saying both yes and no. Acting like smart, I did try to know whether other teenagers are frightened to show up the real. I believe somewhere or something that will make every human masked.

Just like my predicament I have seen, teenagers coping up hard. I try to pull aside my thoughts but they are flowing like the never-ending sea with the semibreves of cluelessness.

"Life gets exhausted when you act differently from what you are when it's for the society it gets like hell", engulfed in thoughts I roll here, and there on my bed to find a paper lying on the drawer which lies left to it. I bring up a pen and pours into it

Everybody expects me to be someone that is not...it's hard to be a different person for a society who even knows me barely... And if I don't behave according to their wish... I am put into the list of bad teenagers...Everyone says that teenage is a phase in my life where am tend to make big mistakes that gonna leave a scar forever... to the extent it is true, but they don't understand that I can control myself from doing something bad...the constant reminder: you are a teenager... It lacks my confidence every time I try to do something new, like being doing the right thing... What if it is a mistake??. I wish I had a gene to let me know which and who are true and false."

This is why I'm afraid to make plans. People often ask me, ' what are your future plans?'.' FUTURE PLANS BELONGS TO FUTURE, 'I wanted to say but I don't cause this will put me in the bad teenager's list. I AM MAKING UP MYSELF GOOD, I'M MAKING MYSELF DO WHAT I DONT WANT TO. Is this what I suppose to do?. Is this what all teenagers suppose to do?."

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Pals.

so this are the changes and the way i wanted this to be conveyed.tbh,im quite tensed about the fact that unpublishing and then rewriting Shane's POV,but i personally thinks that ,his POV will bring more love and you will love it.

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