(Summarised) Went back into the rain twice just to make sure she got home safe. Here's what happened

I’m one year senior to her — if I’m in year X, she’s in X-1. She’s cute too, honestly.
One day, while coming back from college, it started raining like crazy. We jumped off the bus and ran to the only shelter nearby. Four of us huddled there, saving our bags. I had my laptop, so I was extra tense. Everyone was wondering how to get home. For the three juniors, no one was coming to pick them. My case was different.

I called my dad: “It’s raining, can you come?” He arrived in minutes. the Umbrella my dad bring didn’t help much, rain was wild. No chance all four could fit on the Activa, and laptop risk was high. I left with my dad. Somewhere in my mind, I knew they might think I left them, but I had no choice.

Reached home drenched. Dad went inside. But I couldn’t sit still. The boys could manage maybe, but not her - and their bags weren’t safe either. Without a second thought, I pulled out my own Activa and rode back, rain hitting hard, road filling with water. Risk was real: if my scooty broke down, I’d be in big trouble. Still, I pushed.

When I reached the stop… empty. Nobody there. My heart sank. Had I risked all this for nothing? Defeated, I turned back. And then, ten seconds later, I saw them walking in the heavy rain. Bags bundled together with a waterproof sheet. Relief hit me hard. I stopped and called, “aajao - beth jao.”

But Guy A snapped, “ab kyu aa gaye ab toh hum bheeg gaye.” That hurt the most. Still, I signaled B to sit with me, thinking she would sit behind him. But she hesitated: “paani bahot hai, aage aap sambhaal nahi paaoge.” I didn’t force. I just started the Activa and left.

B sat behind me, saying, “bhaiya aap use leke aa jaate.” I explained my reason: “ek girl ko dono ke beech bithana is not comfortable and i m thinking that she sit behind you” He agreed. After dropping him, another thought hit me - should I go back again? What if they rejected me again? Still, I asked my friend on another scooty, “brother, ek cutie ko laana h, chloge?” Without questions, he agreed.

By then water had risen even more. We went back. I told A to sit behind me, planning she could safely ride with my friend. But A argued, “aap hume scooty do, hum dono jaayenge.” Disrespectful, but I stayed quiet. I’d already risked enough. Finally, I let it be.

We rode till it was safe. She said softly, “thank you.” Then they left.

Afterwards this incident keep replaying in my head. I’d come back soaked and risked my Activa to protect them. I even went an extra round with my friend just to make sure she got home. My chest swelled at the thought: “koi mere liye itna karde toh main uske liye balidaan ho jaun.” That’s how strongly I felt.

And then the other side of things hit me not only boy to girl freindhip but in boy to boy freindship. If any guy had done the same for me or someone else, it could have built a next-level friendship. But that didn’t happen. One of those guys treated my effort like a joke. He acted like I came only because of “bewakoofi” like it wasn’t worth it. Still, I know what I did was right. I went back for them in a storm. I risked myself. I cared.t.