A book about a girl who is crazily in love, and a boy who is crazily aloof.
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Saira's mind always travelled between realms of her own world. Sometimes it's about the existence of a parallel universe where she imagined trees to be purple, sometimes...
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I slowly chewed the fry in my mouth, not knowing what else to do. What else could I do really? Other than openly gawk at my crush without being too stalker-ish because he's the one that invited me to have a talk.
Zeke and I were standing near the entrance of the school building.
I could hear the fluttering of my heart. It was continuous, making me think it was unhealthy for your heart to behave this way because of the person you love.
It's like his name was being thrown around in my heart every millisecond. My heart was on its toes, ready to either dance or run or fall right out. I'm not sure if this is a normal reaction, but I felt like I'd become a fluid--lazy, staring a lot, containing.
We've been standing here for one minute according to my watch, which felt like an eternity.
"Don't worry, I won't take much of your time." He spoke.
Damn.
My ears have never been so blessed.
I probably looked like a human cow eating fries out of a box, leaning against one of the double doors.
I tried to appear cool, nonchalant and unbothered (in which I think I succeeded) when in reality I'm jumping inside.
My crush wants to talk to me.
MY. CRUSH.
HE APPROACHED ME.
I might be having a K-drama moment.
"So, I wanted to apologize-"
"It's fine." I interrupted quickly.
He looked at me like I was an alien.
"No, it's not."
I shrugged.
"Want some fries?" I extended the box of fries towards him.
"Thanks," he mumbled and grabbed the whole box.
My heart dropped.
He grabbed the whole box.
It's fine I can get another one. It's fine.
"I'm sorry for what happened last night and this morning." He said, a fry in his hand.
I nodded my head slowly.
It all happened only because that group knew my brother.
Maybe Zeke is here right now, talking to me only because my brother is Aryan.
I could feel my heart sinking.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, inching closer to me.
I involuntarily took a step back.
"No," I chuckled awkwardly.
I heard the multiple things my friends told me about confessing my crush or love or the feelings. All of it were encouraging me to confess, but the one that stood out the most was something that Trixie told me.
'You only live once, and this is the last year of school, you might not even see him anymore after that, so be shameless. Do whatever it takes.'
She'd said.
I can at least fail knowing I tried, Aryan's sister or not.
"Are you on snapchat?" I asked hopefully.
"Err, no." He scratched his neck.
God this is so awkward.
"Oh, what are you on?"
"I'm on Instagram."
"Oh, I'm not on Instagram," I laughed nervously.
"Oh."
That's it.
An 'oh.'
"Well, I'll text you somehow I guess," I said, and began making my way back to my friends.
I felt like a thousand rocks were on top of me, pressing me down, forcing me to give up.
Maybe this is all it would ever be.
So much just for this conversation.
I could've let him speak without interrupting, at least then I could've heard him speak, TO ME, longer.
I sighed, clenching my fists.
I even left the fries box with him.
I could just cry.
"Do you have my number?" He yelled.
My mood flipped in a second, my face glowing like an infinity watt bulb.
I turned back with a grin.
"No, I don't." I said loudly.
There was at least twenty feet between us.
"Then how do you plan on texting me?" He asked with a sly smile.
I swear I died right then.
I stood rooted to the ground, not able to believe my eyes.
Ezekiel Knight was walking towards me with the fries box in one hand as he fished out his phone from the other.
He looked heavenly, even while looking through his phone with a fries box.
He stopped right in front of me.
"This is my number," he showed his phone to me.
"Um, just a second," I mumbled, quickly searching for my phone.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I think I left it at the cafeteria.
"Don't have it on you?" He asked.
I smiled sheepishly.
"Well, are you going to give me your number?" He asked.
He was teasing me.
"Sure!"
I think I sounded way too excited.
"I'll text you somehow," he said.
I laughed.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god.
Maybe I should stop fangirling too much, he might think I'm creepy.
"Well, I'll see you then," he said.
I think I stood there like a fool for five minutes grinning to myself.
