Clouds 𝓸𝓯 Grey || #3 [working on editing]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞.

song for this chapter (for those that listen to k-pop): Christmas Tree by V, on repeat...
that's acc what I listened to while writing this chapter. w some distractions from my mother :)/ don't miss the author's note at the end of the chapt. pleaseee...

025| "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐆𝐨 𝐓𝐨 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬."

~H A N N I E L~

It hurt me to see her cry. Hurt me to see her this way.

All I wanted to do was hug her, comfort her, make her believe everything was going to be fine even though I wasn't sure how...

I don't think I ever really clarified what drew me to Grey eyes.

But no matter what, I'd never want that feeling to leave me.

"I'm haphephobic," she confessed. Exposed herself in front of me after I'd comforted her with a Bible verse and words that came from the deepest part of my heart.

I know you're haphephobic. I wanted to say.

But I was too dumbfounded. Everything in my head was just a replay of today's events. I was probably wrong for attacking my seniors but they were jerks. Assholes even.

And the way, this varsity jacket guy had helped me in fighting them, taking on the tall idiot that had scissored Komisola's clothes like they had some bad blood between them. I almost pitied the tall guy. Almost.

The short girl, who was contrast in height to the varsity jacket guy-they were probably my seniors-hugged Komisola like that was the best thing she needed, gave her hoodie with the big yellow smiley face on it.

I thanked her, not with words but in my head. She didn't know how much she had helped me.

"There's nothing wrong with being haphephobic." I told Komisola, pushing the urge to reach out to hold her hand behind. I stared at them for as long as I could before I focused on her grey eyes.

"There is." She objected with a sardonic scoff. "Everything is wrong with haphephobic."

I was transported back to our first meetings absentmindedly.

When I sleepily bumped into her at the class corridor, when I saw her under the rain inhaling all its glory, her exposing my true self in the natatorium, her having a panic attack just because I held her, that tiny smile she gave me when I called us both weirdos...

It was safest to say, I really really liked Komisola Queen Adedire. And she had no idea.

"Be my friend,"

It sounded like an offer, but I was desperate. My insides were a mess. A pathetic, pleading mess.

Komisola shot me a weird look and I couldn't stop the laughter that fell from my lips. Her reaction was meme worthy.

"I'm starting to think you're more fucked up than I am." She said, stated plainly without any clue to the fact that she had just said the truth.

Instead, I decided to reply with, "who's not fucked up?"

"I'm your friend, Hanniel. As much as I hate to say it, but I am. I owe you one."

God knows I was so happy to hear that. So happy. But my excitement died soon as it came because of her last sentence.

I owe you one.

She was being my friend because she thought she owed me.

I could almost sniff the reluctancy in her voice and actions.