Love is Mute'

"Look at her again; she is here again." "Don't she feel embarrassed after getting kicked by water balloons?" "Yeah, she is stupid, I guess. Maybe with being mute, she has also lost her brain." "Totally," she laughs. This is an everyday habit in my life. Not my existence, but my college experience. After expecting a calm college life, I'm here attracting people, which wasn't deliberate. Of course, I expected people to critique me, but I never imagined they'd start bullying me. There is usually a message 'no ragging or bullying is tolerated' on each edge of the walls. Where the heck are they now? Didn't they see me via these CCTV cameras, or are they just for show? It is not the finest institution I picked, but I expected an ordinary college like St. Xaviers to provide me tranquility. However, something rather has taken place. This is always what I hear first thing in the morning. Everybody talks about me in the morning. Aren't they weary of only talking about me? I sighed heavily, contemplating what was going to happen next. I'm not terrified of this anymore. I wasn't afraid about this at first. It's just that bullying is so common that even tiny children do it. What is wrong with them. What have I done to them? That was a question I hadn't found the answers to yet. Hurling water balloons, tossing me into the water, kicking my desk, and writing negative things about me. Well, looking at these things, I'm wondering whether I'm within the book. I've read about this form of bullying in novels. I truly laugh about this. Am I the most important character here? It began when I initially arrived at college, and everyone treated me well; but, after they discovered that I was silent, all their eyes were on me, and they maintained their distance. I suppose they were close because I was attractive. And now they're tormenting me—everyone, who pretended to be buddies on the first day of college. Both boys and girls couldn't stop bullying me. I grew used to it. I suppose.They can bully me all they want, but if someone harasses or assaults me inappropriately, I will make them pay. I also read a lot of books on bullying; if it occurred to me, I'm not going to hold back anymore. . I went inside the classroom, ignored everyone, and took my seat. Pulling the ear buds from the bag and inserting them into my ears, I focused on the novels I had brought with me to calm myself down. Yeah, I'm into literature, especially adorable fluff romances. But I did enjoy twisted hate. I adore the relationship of Josh and Jules, and every time I think about them, I wonder what would happen if I discovered my Josh here. But look here; there is no way I can find them in this institution. I was reading the most romantic phrases from a book, DEAR HEART,YOU SCREWED ME, that made me blush, when I became distracted by the desk being pushed towards me. Not again, darn, I'm just reading a book; at the very least, please allow me to live and read here in peace. I looked to the front, thinking to face again, and one guy was sitting extremely straight on his bench before my desk. I glared at him, and he sensed it, so he turned back towards me and I peered at the book concealing my face. I didn't want to talk to him. He's the last person I ever wanted to talk to.. I heard he is a playboy who dates five girls every week. That is only a rumor based on his personality, which is stern and distant. And one day, I happened to notice him walking with a group of females who were all smiling, and the same thing happened the next. And I happened to see him five times a week with various girls, which led me to this assumption. I do not wish to get along with him. I sensed he had turned around ahead, so I stealthily checked his back to ensure he was facing the board. I sat straight and stared at everyone. Everyone has their own social group, and I was sitting alone. I don't care; it's better to be alone rather than to make bogus pals. I blushed at the image of Josh instead of the Killian who was the main character of that book, saying the phrases I read a few seconds before. I smacked myself hard for not being duped by the fictitious man and maintained a poker look. I LOVE JOSH MORE THAN ANYTHING, well Killian was good, but Josh is best. The lessons began, and everyone focused on them. I take notes on where I got smacked by a chalk piece. I closed my eyes in pain, rubbing the spot and gazing at the person who threw. "Sorry, it wasn't for you, but for the guy prior to you," the professor added, as I scooped up the chalk pieces. And keep it aside. It happened again; every time he threw the bits of chalk at him, he moved to the side, and those pieces hit me. Despite knowing this, he continued to throw it. I once again had a red mark on my forehead. "Sorry, Tanya," I gestured with my palm to the left and right, making the "no problem" sign. "Sir, you did a good job." I heard the back-bencher kid say, and I didn't glance back. The professor first glanced at me, then at her. "Shut up, Rina. Okay, class ends, and Tanya, as usual, comes to the staff-room for questions." I nodded. I usually went there and spent the majority of my break in the staff-room because no one was waiting for me, eating with me, or talking to me. It's preferable to stay in the staff room. . I sat there, solving a problem, when I heard loud noises. I looked at a voice and there he was. The playboy at school. He stood nicely, as if he were the innocent one. He is called every time in the staff-room, and as usual, he arrives and departs. Not going to lie, he respects the lecturer. Simply look at him. How politely he stands with his face down. He never disrespected them. But I am still not sure why he is a playboy. I'm overly concerned about this; I should clear my mind and stop thinking about him; nah, Tanya, you aren't fond of this.