The Feisty Flower!!

5) My Super-Smart Brain

This chapter is dedicated to you Subha because you know why!! :P

***Maddy's World ***

"Please do agree to be my Harley Davidson's one & only honorable pillion-- for the rest of eternity, milady love"

I spot a hundredth crummy text in my Samsung Edge, as I walk through the 'Bentley's Orchard' next to the east entrance of our college. It is a feast to any pair of human eyes, to look at the cute colorful flowers, creepers and climbers dangling in sync with the soothing breeze of the springtime. I love it when winds play with my bangs.

Our management looks after this little garden, wonderful enough that it appears as though the 'Gods above' have accidentally spilled a piece of their heaven on our planet, during some heavy down-pour or something.

Okay! Coming to the details of the text from earlier, Pfft! It's from the Sweetheart Star Soccer player of the town--Tyler Winston or Ty, which is what people from our University call him. He has been literally behind the nape of my neck wherever I go, for the past two weeks, with all his cheddar cheesy talks. Uh-oh, to say I'm annoyed would be very unrealistic. I'm bedeviled actually!

'Holy angels of the Jesus Christ, Please save me from this grown-up whiner', I pray, when I notice some really irritating poster like 'Madeline you are "forever" my kingdom's queen'-- stuck on the notice board, next to the garden. Oh my God! Now he doesn't even leave me alone in my favorite hiding haven. Yes, I come here at lunch like every day, sometimes with Lizzie pie too.

'I have to do something about this. This stuff is too much to take', I think as I walk towards the Fine Arts Department of Bentley. Yes, there is where the hot blooded, God -like featured, ever-amidst his own clique and king of cheesiness Ty, belongs to. I stand before his class. I'm in my go-confront-this-nonsensical-human-being-girl! mode.

You would think that, I currently am, standing in an all-angry face. If you thought so, I'm so sorry you're very WRONG because, getting furious is and has never been my thing. Even if I try to my very fullest, I fail miserably.

Therefore, here I stand appearing like a poor needy-young-lady, pleading to be rescued from the vile violent villain, to every passer-by. Yeah and Ty will be my horse-riding-heroic-rescuer, or that is what he would consider himself to be.

Ha! Alliterations rule my world. Like you know I love poetry so much so, that I even think in rhythms at such a prime problematic period of life, like now. There I go again oh-oh!! And coming to the point, I hate clichéd corny guys as Tyler, like bold HATE.

"Sierra! The rarest oasis of my Sahara-like life! Oh my Garddd!! I can't believe that you came all the way here to accept my love. This is too early than what I had expected, dear. Damn I knew the texts and posters would work out!", I hear a very man-like husky voice from inside the classroom. Think of the devil there he is, Tyler Winston. He marches towards me with an 'Oscar-winning-moment' smile stuck to his face.

See, I told you right my face deceives my logically thinking brain always. It never does favors to my annoyed self. Thanks to my ever dark and large puppy eyes, that put me in such a big-trouble situation.

I sigh inwardly but I couldn't deny what all he said and hurt him in the process, with such rudeness. After all I was taught not to outwardly express what I feel to anyone, when I clearly know that would offend them, even at the cost of concealing my true self. So I just plainly lock gazes with his glowing grey eyes.

Like Tyler, why do you even come behind the uninterested me, when there are hundreds of pretty girls who would love to date the *strikingly good-looking* you? I secretly think to myself.