I saw all of this happening in front of my eyes and I couldn't hold my tears back any longer. I broke down, in front of a class full of 50 new people out of which no one understands me. I hung my head low and a tear dropped from my eyes. "Shit! Divya don't. Please don't cry. It's okay", Sneha tried to console me and placed her hamd around my shoulders. "Divya, it's okay. Please don't cry", she said and I remained silent. "Darshan look, what you guys did. You shouldn't have done all this shit", she scolded. Shit! Darshan was there, he saw me crying, I gave him another reason to make fun of me because maybe according to him, now I was a 'stupid girl who cries at small things'. He didn't reply anything but I saw someone's hand holding out a handkerchief for me, a boy's hand. I looked up and my eyes widened when I saw him. Darshan Raval, who just made fun of me in front of everyone was standing there with his handkerchief held out for me. He pressed his lips together and a small smile stretched on his face. I looked in his deep eyes which radiated a certain vibe. What kind of vibe? I don't know, but I loved looking in them, or I should say, drowning in them. "Don't cry", he softly said. I was moved. Completely moved. The kind of image that I had of him in my mind was completely opposite to what he was. Although he is naughty and troubled me, yet, he is a nice person. He's naughtily nice. I love these kinds of small gestures and what he did was something that can steal my heart away, it was another level. Damn! I love him. Shit! Did I just say that i love him? Well, yes, maybe I love him. He raised his eyebrows and I realised that he was still holding out his handkerchief for me and I was lost in his eyes. The biggest question now was, should I take his handkerchief or not? I don't know why but taking it didn't seem right to me and not taking it seemed rude, which according to me would be even more wrong. So I took it with a small decent smile and softly chipped a thank you.
I gently tapped with the handkerchief under my eyes and on the waterline. "Ouch", I softly cried. The moment his handkerchief touched my waterline and eyes, my eyes started burning, there was something wrong. I looked at the handkerchief, it was covered with chalk powder. Loud laughs reached my ears and didn't have to look up, it was Darshan's followed by Kritesh and Jyugal's. My heart broke, into a million pieces. I threw the handkerchief away, stood up and rushed towards the washroom. "Divya", Sneha called out from behind but I didn't stop nor did I turn around. I darted towards the girls' washroom and locked myself inside. I splashed water on my face and cleared my eyes. Water ran down my face along with the tears which didn't have any intention of stopping. My legs felt weak to bear my body weight, I sat down on the floor and tightly hugged my legs, burring my face. It was not the chalk powder which made me cry, but it were the actions. I didn't expect this when Darshan held out his handkerchief for me. If there would be Kritesh or Jyugal in his place, maybe it wouldn't have hurt me this much, but it was Darshan, I was kind of broken. Was it because maybe I have started feeling for him? I don't know. All I know is, he shouldn't have done this.