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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Peter was going to get hammered.
And I didn't feel the need to stop it. Because I should only make sure he doesn't embarrass himself. That said, I figured Paige wouldn't like it if Peter depended on me and I decided to keep my distance.
Literally and figuratively.
I watched Peter as he danced on the dance floor along with Tyler and Timothee Chalamet. Cannot say these three names in a sentence without feeling weird, but the boys were having fun.
And I could just smile at them from a distance since I have a feeling I'd be the only sober one at the end of the night.
"Mrs Alvar," Mrs Pinto approached me, with two glasses of wine in her hands and gently handed me one.
I guess one drink wouldn't hurt.
I smiled at her politely and took the drink from her hand.
"I thought I would give you company," she said in her thick accent, home to both of us.
"I appreciate it," I sipped the wine carefully.
"The boys seem to have fun, eh."
Talking to her was easy. Plus her voice was so low I thought I'd be half asleep by the time she left, but she didn't, she invited her son over instead.
I was already mentally exhausted with the entire situation and I really did not want to meet her son. I'm sure he is an incredible child, god sent, but I'd rather not do his. But Mrs Pinto was very kind and sweet and denying her would be jerkish of me.
Plus I figured if I was alone it'd give me more time to think about Peter, Paige and Zeke.
Funny how the universe always seems to works opposite of me.
But who I met as Mrs Pinto threw me a little off guard since I don't usually come across good looking Indian guys.
He was a Brown God.
A Brown God with thick eyebrows and a defined face.
He stood next to his mom (I didn't even notice her summoning him over).
"He's new to the town so I figured I'd help him make friends," Mrs Pinto giggled. "He's starting at your school on Monday, I hope you can help him around."
"Sure," I grinned.
"I'll let you two chat," she seemed eager to escape.
The Brown God just stood awkwardly before taking his mother's old seat.
"So, do you have a name?" I started off.
"Vikram Kali," he tapped his feet.
"Saira Alvar."
We shook hands.
Vikram Kali, who insisted I call him Vik, was surprisingly talkative since he seemed nervous mere moments ago. We settled to talk about anime like the geeks we were.
