Well, I'm updating after quite some time, so here's a little special something to compensate for it :)

Steven's P. O. V

She was walking through my walls like they were not there at all.

Janet Samuels, cute, truculent, smart and very beauteous in her own ways. I never thought I would think about a girl like that. Not now. Not never. I never want to think about someone like that because it's only going to hurt me. People make human relations for benefits and they eventually are going to leave. I don't want to let anyone have that power over me.

I don't have any friends. I have an old enmity with that word. Everybody calls me an emotionless stone. They are not wrong...

I have forced my emotions out a very long time ago. They are a mare's nest to me. They are tied down, in a deep corner of my heart. I have a past I want to hide and forget. I have a future that is not safe.

But she is emancipating, not only my emotions, but also my soul. The worst part is, she's barely trying.

It's not like I haven't heard about her before, and whatever I have heard, it always fascinated me. Her rivalry with Selena. The way she works towards her goals and all that. But it was just mere harmless appreciation.

But the first day of senior year, it just took it a notch higher. The day I actually came face to face with her, took a good look. We were in the same school, agreed, but I never looked in her direction, hell I didn't look at anyone.

What fascinates me is her courage and confidence. I don't believe I'm saying it, but it's actually sexy. Nobody in my school would dare to come near a classroom where I'm talking but she entered and then very smartly escaped.

I let it go that day, thinking she must have taken the hint. But then, she was back at it again. She steps into the washroom to save a guy who's not even her friend.

Applaudabble.

Her eyes, they held fury, determination and maybe a little fear in them. It made them look enticing.

The way she proposed the deal and the way she said she would report me to the authorities, it made her look cute as hell. I couldn't stop myself from pulling her leg.

For those five minutes, I forgot about the entire image I had put up. For those five minutes, I was a whole new me. It's scared me, the effect she had.

I liked girls who were sweet and cute. They would listen and cooperate, but I loved it frisky.

Janet is like this arrogant cute girl, who looks pretty timid but when she opens her mouth, it's a whole different story.

That day, when I caught her dancing, I couldn't take my eyes off. I wouldn't say she is brilliant, you could make out she isn't professionally trained. But the effort she put in and the peace on her face, it all made it look beautiful.

I settled on a deal with her, ensuring that she, at no point, would open up about me. It isn't safe for her to know this, and it's better if she remains aloof.

My friend told me that he's coming for me, soon. At that time, I don't want anyone to be trampled in my mess with me. Especially not because of my stupidity.

So I tried to push her away. I behaved rudely with her. Even at the coffee shop, I knew she judged me. I didn't approach that waitress, she came to me. still Janet had a disgusted expression on her face. She did her work and I kept glancing at her, sta-observing her. Then I drew the sight that's stuck in my head since childhood, those eyes. I behave rudely again, making it clear I don't want to work with her.

Then I meet her at the park and got to know about Trevor. I knew then and there that something is wrong. And then she told me who Kiara's parents were. The pieces started falling in place. She gave me an option to leave but I decided to stay.

Now I had to keep an eye on her but maintain my distance while doing it. But it's not like my faith is helping me with it.

Every time I try to go away, I'm pulled back, closer than before.

It had to be me who saw her when she was about to fall.

I just couldn't resist the urge to save her.

The first day I got a chair for her because I didn't want her near the pile and the next day, for some weird reason, I did it because I wanted to, convincing myself that I did it for her safety.

I kept on glaring at her, trying to be angry. But it wasn't working.

I maintained my stance though, didn't give it away. Then when no one listened to her, I found it necessary to make them do it.

When that girl refused to get lunch for her, I took it upon myself.

I somehow felt intruded when someone else placed their bag near her bag, like the place belonged to me.

Then that pet name I gave her, the way her face reddens when I call her that, it's worth all the bickering.

Then came the boyfriend shock. Kiara is another weird crazy personality. Why she does what she does is incomprehensible to me. I guess that's what Jason likes about her. He behaves as if he has her figured out.

Still, he couldn't guess that she was lying about us dating. His expression was priceless. His jealousy had got the best of him.

Once they left the auditorium, my weak moment came. I don't know what came over me when I saw her like that, but it made me sad too. I just gave into my urge to comfort her. I didn't even realise what I was doing until she cleared her throat.

She hugged me and left off and I ran a hand down my face.

This needs to stop. Everytime I'm around her I forget who I'm supposed to be.

After that, to clear my mind, I dealt with those other crazy two. Kiara and I settled on mutual terms and I explained to Jason, settling it with him as well.

Then her thoughts raced to mind again. I won't say I like her, but I can't deny the attraction. I can't be attracted to her. I shouldn't be.

But, there, my resolve broke and it happened again. My mindset slipped just like we did, sprawled on the floor like I was on her.

And then, again, trance. It was like it was just both of us. I was having fun teasing her, I loved how she got so awkward. I made her conscious and I liked that I had that effect.

That's why maybe I had found the need to whisper everything inside her ears. I wanted to have her close to me and I wanted to go close to her.

Then again, when realisation crashed, I dashed out of there. I knew I should have helped her up, but the old Steven wouldn't do it. He wouldn't even think about it. Maybe he still wouldn't think about it but it's Janet we're talking about here. Nothing goes like I want it to.

I had to get a hold of things.

That's why when Jason was fussing about me getting to go to Kiara's house, I thought it would be a good idea to take him along. He'd be happy, I'd be happy.

It would help me remain sane.

Then came the outrageous tale she spun. Kiara and Janet sure had a crazy relationship.

I didn't want to go to her room, but it's not like I had an option. The moment I stepped in, my eyes set themselves on that frame. I couldn't move them off.

Then her sadness drew me in. I could relate, I knew how it felt. Then came that stupid need to support her.

She raced away immediately and I sat there, sighing. I don't know what I'm going to do now.

What ever faith had in mind, it was not good.

A/N - long due.

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