At 5 p.m:–
You know, Aryan is also good at sports. And I know where he practices basketball. I need to say sorry to him.
I go to St. Paul sports club. It's also a church. I reach there. I go to the ground. I see Aryan & other guys are practicing. So many benches are empty. I notice a girl sits there being lonely. I go near her. I think she tries to sketch. I'm curious.
Me: Hey buddy! What're you doin'?
She: I'm just trying to sketch out those hot guys!
Me: Really? Let me see–
She: okay—
Me: Good going.
She: But I can't do this. I'm not that skillful.
Me: if you don't mind, I can draw them for you.
She: (with excitement) you do? (I nod)
I start sketching. It has gone well. When I've been going to see Aryan for sketching, he puts off his shirt. We both blush.
She: Wuu~ Nice abs!
Me(in mind: I don't know that he has abs at only 17)
She: Can you draw his abs? It's so—
Me: huh?! Sure—
[I finish the sketches. They also stops the game.]
Me: Finish! See & tell me how's that?
She: WoW— it's just INSANE! You did really good job! &, & this guys is damn handsome (she points on Aryan).
[Then I see he goes to leave. ]
Me: uh— I need to go!
She: okay, btw thank you—
[I smilingly nod & go to Aryan's way.]
Me: Hey—
Aryan: YOU! here? For what?
Me: umm– actually— (my eyes land on his abs)
Aryan(while drinking water): speak!
I'm feel that atmosphere is going to be hot. My ears are now red in colour. I try to ignore his damn beautiful abs, but I can't! Uff— those are damn chocolate bars ;).
Me: Umm– I want to say you some-thing, wel-l (sigh)— why don't you wear something! (I said it in one breath)
Aryan(comes closer): something what? (While smiling on my condition)
Me (not dare to see him): Ah- A shir-t.
Aryan(chuckles): Alright!
[He wears a shirt. & then again his rude behaviour takes place on himself]
Aryan: Now what? (Rudely)
Me: Actually— (look at him) I'm SORRY!
Today, at school I did wrong to you. I behaved bad. So, I'm really sorry for all of that! Why don't you say anything?
Aryan(smiles & starts clapping): WOW!! SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN! You know what— I don't care about you! (Giving me death glare) I don't care what are you doing or something else about you! You know (raise his voice) YOU'RE SUCH A BULLSHIT!
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THE BLUE EYE
Teen FictionANKITA BHATTACHARYA was fallen for a boy in her very first high school day. She started to potrait him everyday like crazy. She was so in love that she didn't realise he was toying her feelings. Did he really? Or he also in love with her?
