Fated With Him

15. We will be okay.

I close my spiral notebook after I was done jotting down all the topics I need to prepare the article from, for the magazine and sigh. 

The professor has walked out of the class 5 minutes ago, and the class was almost empty now. 

I check my phone once more. 

Nothing. 

I sigh even more deeply this time my chest constricting at the thought, that maybe he didn't even think about me. 

He had the whole day yesterday. To sober up even if he partied till morning or whatever. 

And what have you done Aayushi ? Did you text him to ask if he's okay ? I ask myself and then throw my phone inside my bag and shove my books into it as well, standing up and walking out of the classroom. 

Was I really being difficult ? To not even text him to ask if everything is alright ? 

I don't know, what I actually know is, that yes, maybe I wanted to be difficult. I wanted to show him that I am mad. 

He had all day yesterday !

Did he even think about me the way I thought about him all day long ? 

Do he even care if he doesn't get to talk to me for a whole day knowing all too well, that I might me upset ? 

I felt like crying again. But I wouldn't. 

I just can't figure out why I am making such a big deal out of which maybe is a minor issue ?

As I walk through the corridors my mind not even present here, I stumble into someone, and fall back. 

I mutter a curse under my breath silently thanking God that everything was in my bag pack. 

I stand up, suddenly. 

"Am sorry I wasn't looking where I was going" I look up to see who was the person I stumbled into and come across with no one, but then I look down, and there was this guy, with short curly hair, specs perched on his nose, wearing a white button down, with washed jeans. 

And then I notice the mess I created. 

There were papers everywhere. 

"Uhh-" I start but then stop. 

He looks up at me and close his eyes for a second letting out a deep sigh, 

But then he shakes his head with a smile and waves his wrist at me, "It's fine" 

"Uh No, I'll help you collecting them" I bend down and start to collect all the sheets. 

"No, I said it's-" he stops just when I pick the paper and my eyes go wide noticing what it was. 

A test paper. 

It falls down from my hands, and I stare at him with wide eyed. 

"I'm sorry, I swear I didn't see even one-" 

But then he chuckles. 

"These are not for your year or any year actually" he says picking up the paper and finally when every one of those papers were in his hand, he stands up. 

"You're a professor ?" I ask him. 

He doesn't look old enough to be a professor. 

I even thought he might be even younger than me.

"No, I am an assistant professor to Professor K.P." 

"Ohh" 

"Yeah, Professor K.P. asked me to deliver these into his office"