Her Facebook Friend By Ifveen Chapter 22


    “The purest form of love is protection. If he can’t protect you. He doesn’t love you.” [Jacqueline]


    …..


    I was surprised by his interruption.


    ‘Did he just save me? But why would he? I questioned inwardly. To myself.


    ‘Is it because he feels guilty for kissing me forcefully?’


    I nced back at him with furrowed brows and he offered me a small smile. A smile that was filled with


    a**urance. I turned back without reacting.


    Mrs. Neha was the first to react. As she red at him.


    “Is your name Jacqueline!”


    I looked back at him. Waiting for his response. Initially, the hand by his side was now ced behind his


    neck. As he rubbed the area in nervousness.


    “I. I am sorry Mam.” He stammered and I stopped my urge tough at his reaction. ‘It was cute. He


    looked like just a young boy who was nervous because his crush had asked him out!’ I realized how


    ridiculous an a**umption it was!


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    Mrs. Neha red at him again. Her eyes filled that we’re filled with fury altered into a calm emotion.


    “Since, This is the first time you have interrupted me. I am going to let you go without a punishment.


    But don’t repeat the same mistake! Now sit down.” Her voice held a sudden tone of anger in it.


    “I understand Mam. I will not interrupt you again. And I am sorry once again. And Thank you.”


    “Hmm. You too Jacqueline sit down beta.”


    Just as her words ended, the bell for the next period rang. And she took her doc**ents and sauntered


    towards the door. While I inhaled in relief. Which proved to be a short relief, since the girl sitting behind


    me snorted mumbling.”


    “What a s***!” I clenched my hands in an attempt to stop myself from doing anything stupid. Anything


    that will lead me in the dustbin.


    I acted nonchntly andpleted my notes from the ckboard that Mrs. Neha has filled with


    important points of the chapter.


    Suddenly there was a tapping of a finger on my table. As I looked at it I understood it was Jaan’s. Since


    he had the weirdest sense of style. He liked having rings on his fingers. And no I am not saying it weird


    because he wears rings, I am saying it a weird habit because he wears a ring on each of his fingers.


    ‘Can you believe that? I don’t even know how he gets the strength to lift his hand considering therge


    size of stones on them.


    “Jacqueline, I think we need to talk.”


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    ‘Oh, God! Please save me from this stupid pervert.’


    The first thing I noticed in his sentence was my name, he only calls me Jacqueline when he is pissed


    off over something. Something that will make him so mad that he might even hit me. The second half of


    his sentence confused me, Don’t people say we need to talk to their girlfriends when they want to break


    up? Or because someone had cheated? Why is he saying this to me!’


    “Jacqueline. I said get up. Ande with me. We need to talk.” His sudden yelling caused me to stop


    writing. My furrowed brows looked up slowly from his ugly fingers to his ugly face. ‘What? Just because


    he has fair skin? And a nice face shape and features. We can’t call him handsome! They need to be


    handsome from within. What is the use of the face if he will just s*** it!’


    I guess I was too slow in reacting or his patience was too limited because the next thing I knew was


    him dragging me towards the door.


    ‘Where is Tina? OH God please send her here! Please! Please!’


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    He dragged me out of my chair and table while my elbow got mmed into the table badly. And I


    grimaced suppressing my whimpering.


    Just As he tried to drag me out fully the corner of my Kurti got sped in the corner of the table.


    Looking at it, I finally found my voice. ‘I didn’t want my only uniform to be torn apart by this beast.’


    “You. You. What are you doing Jaan? My Kurti is stuck on the table. Please let me remove it first.


    Otherwise, it will be torn.”


    “Who said you to ignore me! Now bear with it. I am going to drag you with me in this way.” His words


    sending chills down my spine. Colour left my face and I knew I must be pale.


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    “I am sorry. I. I wasn’t exactly ignoring you. Let me just exin.”


    “Who wants to hear you! If it is going to be torn, let it torn down. Everyone will just see a good show.


    Moreover, no one will look at you, because of your fat even your fair skin can’tpromise for it.”


    I was speechless, how can he be such an evil boy who wasfortable in ripping someone’s clothes.


    My eyes clenched shut. And I tried to think of a way to protect myself. Because I was sure as hell that


    nobody else would do it for me.


    If sweet-talking doesn’t help. Should I use evil methods? I should have trained myself in taekwondo or


    martial arts. If I was! I wouldn’t have to worry about this sc** bag.


    ‘Kick him, Jacky. You can do it!’


    ‘Even if I do! He will make sure to torment meter. Oh God, I don’t even want to imagine the


    consequences of it.’


    ‘Do you want everyone in this ** tough at you? To look at your bare body? Do you want to be


    bullied till next year for this incident? What if you hit him here and everything stops! Maybe he will get


    scared and will never bully you!’


    ‘Hah. As if!’ It was impossible! But I knew I could not deal with the embarra**ment!’


    Filled with new confidence, I opened my eyes he wasn’t able to drag me because I was holding the


    table to support myself, and because of my weight, he was not able to drag me. He looked back, his


    brows frowning at the hand that was holding the table. He left me and walked up to me. Giving me an


    evil smile. He ced it on mine, trying to remove my hold upon the wooden table.