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Chapter 22

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

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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 glanced 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 glared at him.

“Is your name Jacqueline!”

I looked back at him. Waiting for his response. Initially, the hand by his side was now placed behind his neck. As he rubbed the area in nervousness.

“I. I am sorry Mam.” He stammered and I stopped my urge to laugh 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 glared 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.” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“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 nonchalantly and completed my notes from the blackboard 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 the large 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. And come 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!’

He dragged me out of my chair and table while my elbow got slammed 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 clasped 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 explain.”

“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’t compromise for it.”

I was speechless, how can he be such an evil boy who was comfortable 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 me later. Oh God, I don’t even want to imagine the consequences of it.’

‘Do you want everyone in this cla** to laugh 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 placed it on mine, trying to remove my hold upon the wooden table.