Only His

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Aadriti's POV:

I wake up at six the next morning, complete my morning exercises, freshen up, and dress in a white turtleneck, full-sleeved t-shirt, and a brown flared mini skirt. I swiftly accessorize, apply some perfume, slip into my sandals, and head to the bus stop.

I praise myself for being punctual today, I'll prove to Mrs. Martin that I keep my promises. After a five-minute wait, the bus pulls up. I board, pay the fare to the conductor, and settle into my seat as the bus begins its journey.

"Stop the bus!" someone shouts from outside, pounding on the door. The bus halts and allows the person in.

"Hey," a voice comes from beside me. I turn to see; it's Sebastian sitting next to me.

For a moment, I'm at a loss for words, then I manage a small smile and reply, "Hey," turning back towards the window.

We sit in silence, the air thick with awkwardness for a few minutes. Finally, I gather some courage to ask him about the yesterday's Instagram request.

"You sent me an Instagram request yesterday," I stated.

"What? Oh, yeah, yeah," he replied nervously. "And you didn't accept it," he pointed out.

"I—" I stuttered, suddenly at a loss for words. I didn't want to say anything that might upset or offend him.

"We are both the same age," he said, and I nodded slightly, encouraging him to continue. And I do not want to speak for now "You know, there's something I need to tell you, "He admitted nervously. "You might not believe me, but it's the truth," he confessed, piquing my curiosity.

"I saw—" Abruptly, the bus screeches to a halt front of our university.

"Our stop," I announce, standing up to exit the bus. As much as I want to hear what he wanted to tell me, I needed to reach my class before Mrs. Martin. Quickening my pace, I'm soon fast-walking to make it to my class on time. I slide into the seat next to Veronica, my mind buzzing with all sorts of strange questions.

"Are you certain Sebastian is truly as you described?" I inquire, doubting her judgment from the previous day. After my encounter with him today it is hard to believe her.

"Indeed, I observed it on our first day. A second-year girl proposed to Sebastian on his inaugural day, and his reaction was unlike any normal person's," she remarked, piquing my curiosity unnecessarily.

"Miss Mathur, I notice you've kept your word from yesterday, but I disapprove of your chatting after I've entered the classroom," the teacher said. I promptly rise from my seat to apologize for my inattention.

After her class ended, Veronica and I parted ways as I was headed to French class and she to Spanish. We said our goodbyes and proceeded to our respective classrooms.

"Hey," someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and, to my surprise, it was the same girl from yesterday who had rudely questioned my place at this university. "Look, if you're here to repeat the nonsense from yesterday, then—" She interrupted me mid-sentence with words that took me aback even more than her approach.

"I'm sorry," she said, albeit with little sincerity.

"Sorry," I say, not believing my ears.

"No," she replied, and from her expression, I could tell she was frightened. "I need to apologize. I-I'm sorry," she stammered and hurried away. It was clear from her demeanor that she hadn't apologized willingly and had been coerced.

As I pondered who might have pressured her, I forgot that I was late for my French class. I dashed towards the classroom, and fortunately, my professor hadn't arrived yet. However, to my dismay, every seat was taken. I paused at the entrance, scanning for any available seat.

"Hey, I think there's an empty seat at the back," a girl seated at the first bench said.

"Thanks," I replied. As I moved forward, I could hear the girl laughing with a teasing tone. I ignored it and headed to the back. Indeed, there was an empty bench, but a guy was sprawled across it, asleep on his books, wearing a black hoodie, his face turned away.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?" I asked. Receiving no response, I decided to just sit down. However, just as I was about to sit, he finally spoke up, making a ridiculous offer.

"Only if you accept my request," he says, rising from his sleeping position to face me.

"What nonsense are you blabbering about?" I stand up from my seat, and to prevent me from sitting down again, he places his books beside him.

"Good morning, students. Please take your seats; we will begin our class," announces the professor, startling me.

""Please move your books, or I'll sit on them," I warned him with a stern look to show I meant it.

"First, promise me you'll accept my request," he pleaded with a charming expression that made me melt on the spot. Finding no other response, I accepted to his request.

"Alright, now move your books," I conceded. He beamed at my words and promptly relocated his books back onto the table.

I swiftly settled into my seat before the professor had the chance to inquire about my previous standing position.

Throughout the class, Sebastian's grin was reminiscent of a Cheshire cat, which led me to question once more the veracity of Veronica's information. As the class concluded, I began to pack my bag.

"Aadriti, don't forget your promise," he whispered into my ear from behind and walked away. Hearing my name from his lips felt intense. It's often said that a man finds his name appealing when spoken by a woman, but when Seb said mine, it sent shivers down my spine, his warm breath against my neck. I also noticed I'd started calling him Seb instead of Sebastian. 'That's progress,' I praise myself.

Then it hit me, 'Snap out of it, you fool, he seems like the kind who only breaks hearts.'

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