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It was a dark summer
night when only a few stars on the sky were shining. As the waves of
the water touched the shore, they walked slowly across the beach
holding hands intimately leaving their footsteps on the sand behind.
The wind on the beach blew her hair. They looked into each other's
eyes promising to be side by side no matter what. It seemed that they
were in a paradise and had forgotten the real world. They had come to
the beach around 7:00 when the sun had not quite set. It was now
10:00 already. There were barely any people present at the
beach. In the serenity of beach Shreya's phone rang and echoed sharply
as if someone has cut through their bodies, awakening both of them
from a dream of their own.
She realized it's
her mom and said to Umar "just a minute, it's my mom" innocently.
Shreya had told her mom that she would be attending a friend's
birthday party while Umar, being a boy, didn't even have to clarify.
Shreya was wearing a dark blue T-shirt with white Capri's and
slippers. Her skin was so light that it made her stand out in the dark
with her tall model-like figure. Umar was about 5'8, very muscular,
had spiky hair and was wearing blue shorts and a baggy t-shirt which
almost reached his knees.
Shreya came back to
Umar after giving an explanation to her mom about coming home before
11a.m. Her dad would be extremely mad if he got home before her
and found out that Shreya was still not home. Her mom was always a
housewife as her father didn't allow her to work and her dad owned a
construction corp. Umar dropped Shreya to the bus stop. When the bus
arrived, he gave her a tight hug and walked home as he lived some
where close to the beach.
The next day when
Shreya went to school she told Sana that she was at the beach with
Umar last night. As
Sana
heard this, she was stunned and automatically said
"Oh My God…You are
one bad girl".
Shreya, totally
confused, asked why and Sana explained:
"you know if your
mom finds out where you were, she will be furious….going to the beach
at night is too scary and with Umar. "
Shreya rudely
replied:
"I know, I love my
mom but I love Umar too…I didn't have a choice but lie" sadly.
Shreya and Sana have
been friends for three years and shared everything. They couldn't even
live a day without talking on the phone for at least an hour every
day. They knew everything about each other, shared deep secrets,
gossiped, cheated on exams and did everything possible for each other.
They first met in a basketball class and noticed both of them didn't
know how to play. After that they sneaked out of class everyday as
soon as the attendance was over. Sometimes they walked around the
school and got themselves in trouble.
Sana
hated Umar as much as she cared for Shreya. She could never explain it
to even herself but she just didn't trust him. She couldn't tell
Shreya, thinking she will be extremely offended hearing that about her
"love". Shreya was an extremely romantic person. Noticing her
actions, anybody would think that she lives for love and breathes for
Umar. She believed in love more than she believed in herself and the
facts that made up reality. Shreya thought love can overcome any
differences and alter any bad person.
The first year of
their relationship was perfect. They would meet everyday as nobody was
looking and showed concern for each other as there was nothing more
important. Both would have little arguments, sometimes they would even
stop talking and then after few minutes, be okay again. Umar would
give Shreya a flower each day, or give her an expensive necklace or a
bracelet or things that Shreya hardly cared for. In the beginning
everyone wondered where he got this money from as he didn't have any
job. Sana asked her one day:
"where does he get
this money from?"
Shreya defended
Umar by saying
"his dad gives it
to him. He is the only child in the house so that's why".
Everything went
okay, simple and sweet, but the second year of their relationship took
a different turn.
One day Sana was
sitting in her math class, staring at the blackboard. The Chinese math
teacher dressed in a formal black suit with a wicked haircut was
defining a quadratic equation. Sana looked around and couldn't find
Shreya in her assigned seat. It was depressing as Shreya was never
late to class, she always loved math. Sana started solving the problem
x2 +2x +3=0 when suddenly Shreya dressed in black jeans, white sweater
with knee-high boots entered the class. Her face was all red and tears
were flowing from her eyes. Sana became anxious to see her friend with
puffed watery eyes. She couldn't talk in class because the teacher
would kick both of them out. So she decided to pass a paper with a
message through the girl who sat between them. Sana took out a
loose-leaf and wrote:
"Shreya, Are you
okay" and sent it to her.
She passed back the
paper and it said:
"Umar didn't come
to school".
After she said it:
"SO WHAT!" just
popped out of her mouth out loud.
All the students
started looking at her and to escape the undivided attention of the
teacher and students,
Sana
simply said:
"Mr. Hwang, I don't
understand how you solved that question" when she wasn't actually even
paying attention.
When the bell rang
and the period ended, both came out of the class and Sana asked:
"so what if he
didn't come to school" and Shreya rudely replied:
"you don't
understand, he didn't come yesterday either and didn't receive my
calls either".
Sana
abruptly said:
"well, he is trying
to ignore you meaning that he is now bored of you".
She didn't realize
what she just said and how much that would hurt Shreya. Sana who could
take her words apologized and explained diligently:
"look, before he
couldn't even live without seeing you and suddenly he is not even
interested in talking, he is just a player".
A player is some one
who is cheap enough to make girls think that he is in love with her
and basically just uses her for pleasure. Sana was sorry that her best
friend was the one who got "played". Hearing this Shreya didn't talk
to her for the rest of the day.
As they left school
quietly after their last class, Shreya saw Umar holding hands with
this "other girl". The view was exactly the same when Shreya and Umar
used to hold hands except the fact that the girl had replaced Shreya.
Seeing this, Shreya ran to the bus stop alone and disappeared.
Later that evening,
when Sana
called Shreya's cell phone, her mom picked up and said "who's this".
The voice was upset
and full of sorrow. Sana spoke hesitantly:
"Aunty, may I
pleaseee talk to Shreya?”
And she replied:
"Ohhh Sana, you
can't. Shreya is in the hospital, she came home crying and was very
upset. When I asked she went to her room and closed the door. After a
while, I checked back, and she was unconscious. Do you know anything
that happened in school?”
Sana
was shocked with no idea what to tell Sherya’s mom.
The next day when
Sana went to school she saw Umar outside with the girl again.
She actually went up to him and asked:
"Umar, what the
hell do you think you are? How could do this to Shreya? Do you know
she is in the hospital because of YOU? You are the reason, only YOU!!"
Umar insolently
replied:
"Oh please! Shut up!
I didn't tell her to get unconscious. It was just a high-school
relationship. She was stupid to take me so seriously at this age
anyways".
Sana
yelled:
"Don't you know
anything about loyalty?" and Umar screamed back:
"No I don't. The
only thing I know about loyalty is its spelling".
Sana
stared at Umar so hard like she was just going to punch his face for a
minute and silently walked away.
Sana
really didn't have that much of a big shock. She already had feelings
that Umar was such a boy but didn't have the guts to go tell Shreya.
The doctors wouldn't release Shreya from the hospital thinking she had
psychological problems. She had to constantly go for counseling and
couldn't attend school for rest of the year. Being medically excused,
she was able to graduate from high school as it was her senior year.
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