When Teasing Cuts Too Deep

Ever since that day, I somehow always ended up taking the road that passed by Kaysan’s house. Totally a coincidence, of course. I mean, who wouldn’t want just a tiny glimpse of their crush before school, right?

(Oh! I totally forgot to mention—I actually sent him a friend request on social media… and guess what? He accepted! YAHOOO! 🎉)

We started chatting there sometimes—just casual stuff, nothing crazy. But then, out of nowhere, he joined Skyrt too. And not just joined—he joined specifically to tease me! I swear, this boy’s hobby is testing my sanity.

Soon, the whole class knew I had somehow become friends with Kaysan. Yes, THE Kaysan. And you know what shocked them the most?

Me.

(Wait—let me give you a little backstory. I’m what you’d call the emotionally unavailable iceberg of the class. I don’t talk unless it’s important, and I can go a whole month in complete silence without blinking. That's probably why I don’t have a best friend… oh wait, except for a few classmates who claim they’re my best friend. Self-declared, not my fault.)

So yeah, when they saw me laughing, teasing, and acting like an actual human being for once, their jaws dropped. It was like watching a robot discover feelings.

Even I was concerned for myself. Like—who am I, and where is my cold soul?!

Our friendship was… well, evolving. Slowly but definitely turning into something deeper—though in the most chaotic way possible.

Like one time, Kaysan came to my class, saw that I wasn’t at my seat, and what did he do?

Did he wait patiently for me to come back?

Nope.

He grabbed my bag—or sometimes my books—and ran. Like, full-on sprinted around my class like a professional thief on a mission.

And what did I do?

I chased after him with the only weapon I had—my water bottle. 💦

That thing became my sword. My justice. My way of saying, “Give. It. Back!”

He really knew how to test my patience. And sanity.

But then… things took a turn.

A few days later, he somehow found out my secret—I was a Taekwondo student. (Yeah, surprise! I’d kept it hidden because I didn’t want to become the main character in everyone's gossip group chat.)

And of course, this genius thought it’d be hilarious to tease me about it.

Big mistake.

He joked that the reason I always liked hitting people was because I knew I’d win every fight.

I laughed.

But only on the outside.

Inside?

I was hurt. Deeply.

Because it wasn’t true. I never used my skills to hurt anyone for fun. I was just naturally strong because I grew up working in my family’s palm oil field—carrying stuff, cleaning, harvesting… That’s where my strength came from. Not from some fantasy of bullying people.

So, I stopped talking to him. Cold. Silent. Off.

And did he apologize?

No. Of course not. Because he’s just as stubborn as me.

So now, we were back to square one.

He’d still visit my class, talk with Skyrt like nothing happened… while the two of us acted like complete strangers.

Just awkward stares and silence. Like two grumpy cats pretending they never used to chase each other around the classroom with bags and water bottles.

Ah, teenage friendships. So dramatic. So confusing. So... us.

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