Watermelon Pink Lips

"Koi Na Yokan" - the sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love.

It wasn't love at first sight. However, I knew that somewhere along the racing time of my not so wonderful life - I'd fall for him, just like that Japanese phrase - "Koi Na Yokan"

When I wore the dress that he likes the most, I must say he has the ability to make me blush not with words just with that piercing look and that smile through which he tells me he loves it. That was just enough to ruin my attention every few minutes. I wonder if they could ever build a search engine for feelings because I am stuck with lethologica every time he looks at me with that customized inquisitiveness he has for me.

He is like the beginning of summer. Warm and welcomed by everyone. Everyone wants him. I know he likes me and he knows I like him. It was skinny love. I couldn't tell him. Just didn't have the right moment to tell him. I gave him an ear full over the phone when he ignored me clearing doubts for another girl.

"Hey..." I said calling him.

"Heyyyyyy," he  dragged; surprised.

Not wasting time, I accused him. "I know you were talking to Fiona"

"Umm... yes. She had a few doubts."

"In flirting?"

"What? No..." He chuckled and God! I hate his chuckle.

"You were talking to her for like 10 minutes".

"She was just asking doubts. I am sorry but hanging up on her would have been really rude."

"Okay." I stayed silent.

He muttered soft, "are you there?"

"Yes, I am. Just tell her to clear her doubts with Mrs. Davis in the lab itself." But I actually meant 'I like you and I am getting possessive over you'.

"Okay." He chuckled with that poetic voice of his sensing the alternate meaning behind my words. God! I love his chuckle.

May be heard my smile in my voice. He is always going to be that type of guy every girl wants... good looking and smart mouthed. But there is one thing that many other girls wouldn't want and that is the first thing I love about him. Him choosing books over people and choosing kindness over macho things. That's what makes him hot in the first place. And I know girls would just run away at the thought of him spending hours with books. I could just look at him all day reading, hear him just read lines from the books over the phone.

It was after school hours. Fiona had the guts to tell me that Aiden dropped her home on Saturday night from some party. I rushed out the library feeling so betrayed. I wiped the tears off my face like wiping sweat off my face. When I reached the mayflower tree the sunlight was filtering through the leaves. It was the beginning of summer. Air so crisp and grass toasted in the sun crinkling beneath my feet, he grabbed me by my wrist.

"Hear me out. Please," he said in a peremptory tone and his breath matched mine.

"I don't care if you dropped her home. If you like her, you should hang out with her." I pressed her unintentionally.

"She is lying." He paused pressing fingers into his forehead in desperation. "I mean I did drop her home because she was drunk. I thought she wouldn't reach home but a hospital going into a really bad accident but that's it. She purposely said that to you because she doesn't want us to..."

"To... What?" I asked and then reframed my sentence to sound tough. "You know what? Please do not call me to check upon me, if I have reached home."