When We Met

Chapter 6

The two hours flew by in no time. After noting down and reading everything in the cafe. I went to the station. Took the train and left for my college along with a sandwich which was not a good idea. I couldn't eat it until I reached the college gate.

"ID?" The guard stopped me. The ID is a big deal here. He asked me to stand in a corner. I ran my hand through my bag's first chain. After showing it I was finally able to enter. I thought I would be able to rest after getting in but I was wrong. This place is more crowded than the station. Where the hell am I supposed to eat my sandwich?

I turned back around outside. It would be better to sit outside instead of sitting here and eating which would look awkward. Bam! A girl bumped into me.

"Sorry." She said without looking behind. Beer? No more like apples. Her hair smelled of apples. They smelled so good, I wanted to smell more. Her hair ran through my face and then she vanished. I wanted to at least look at her face but now it is impossible.
What is wrong with me? I just started back in instead of going out. In the hopes, I might find her. The smell of apples is strong even if we get in the same elevator I might still be able to meet her.

I ran to the elevator making way and almost hitting everyone in between. Which one? There were four of them and most of them entered the first one. Maybe here? I stood in the line and sniffed around trying my best not to look weird. No apples. I entered the elevator and still no apples. I knew this wasn't a good idea. It is impossible to find someone among so many people.

On the fourth floor, the whole crowd in the elevator swam out and then shattered. I still couldn't understand why I did that. Why did I try to find someone I don't even know? For what reason? Definitely, not because of apples. I have never acted like that before. It just felt like I had to meet that person and talk to her. As if the universe was telling me, that she is important. But why?

I said on one of the benches in the corridor. The sandwich had camped completely. It no longer looked like the one I brought. The tomatoes were all out and the chutney was all over the bread. Why did I do this to myself? I just couldn't get over that thought. I munched my damaged sandwich which is technically my lunch.

I thought people would keep staring at me but instead, everyone just ignored me. No one cared. Some people didn't even look at me. I somehow like this atmosphere. People should mind their own business.

"Did you see her?" One girl shouted behind the wall beside the bench.

"No, I don't know where she went." A boy answered.

"How could you be so careless. I told you to take care of her."

"Yeah, but I met some friends and -"

"I gave you one job and you couldn't even do that properly."

"Why are you screaming at me?"

" I am not. "

" No, you are. And what is she? Eight. She can take care of herself. It's not like she'll get lost without me. " That was rude. Very rude. I didn't want to hear their conversation but they were just so close that everything was audible.

The girl sat next to me. Yellow t-shirt and blue jeans. Her height might be more than mine and her hair reached her legs. She was angry and frustrated at the same time. Her face is easy to read.

"Um. Are you okay?" I asked.

She stared at me for a while and then said, " No. I can't find my friend and she wouldn't pick up my phone. Moreover, she is not well."

"Oh." We didn't speak then. She kept dialing someone on her phone. Maybe the friend she was talking about.

I picked up my bag after completing my sandwich. "She might have gone to her class already." Saying this I left. I then went straight to my class. Class F.

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