Pitter Patter Of Hearts

Chapter one

My best friend and I have a secret that keeps every secret between us. Like how we made a secret stash out of food stolen from our classmates- it's a huge stash now, our treasure, if you will. We are not thieves by choice but by need, our parents are doctors- I have a dentist father and a pediatrician mother and Aarav has a gynecologist mother and a cardiologist mother- he's adopted by a two supercool lesbian mothers but they get very uncool whenever we try to sneak in takeout junk food. Though they are doctors of different departments- or whatever categorizes doctors (Aarav and I've decided that we would never be even looking at that field of occupation, we deal with enough white coats as it is).

Aarav and I had to learn to keep secrets- of sneaking away into the midnights after curfews, our crushes, and just about every other thing because our parents are just as nosy as our classmates who cannot resist the urge to spread the news everywhere before we even mustered up the courage to steal a moment of eye contact with our crushes.

And one of those secrets, a very difficult one to keep, is my crush on Varsh Thakur. He's a total nerd and the only thing about me that would probably even be of his interest could probably be that I know morse code- a language only Aarav and I spoke, the secret weapon to keep our secrets.

Varsh is soft spoken, sweet and gets easily flustered whenever someone compliments him. He has a small gang that he hangs out with at school- mostly all of them are nerds with varying interests, as Aarav put it. He's my spy, since Aarav gets good grades and he loves talking about mystery novels, he easily blends in with them.

I do get above average grades but all my time goes into binge watching Netflix series if I'm not making accessories or reels on shopping hauls. That's two things I'm good at, making clay earrings, selling them online and also making money out of my affiliate links with my shopping hauls. I have two passive incomes but they're only excuses for my otherwise unacceptable grades- though they are good enough, if you ask me. It's hard to satisfy parents but hey, you cannot please people who are the toppers throughout their academic lives. So, I don't bother-

A thud on the table snaps fingers in front of me, bringing me back to reality where Aarav is leaning his lithe frame over my desk. Grabbing my hand, he uses it to talk to me in morse code. "Funny you like that dork, really."

My brows furrow as I tap over his knuckles. "What's funny?"

"He got so flustered when Laya mentioned rainpots." Aarav snickers as he taps lazily, though his face is hard to read. "You don't want a guy that hopeless, do you?"

"Rainpots are cute to believe though," I grumble in defense of my crush though I agree with Aarav. Rainpots are very hopeless things to believe in. There's a rumour that rain carries messages from your soulmate if they talk about you to the moon. It doesn't make sense and a rainpot is as effective as a dreamcatcher- both are useless.

Aarav cocks a brow, an amused smile tugging his lips. "Liar."

"Okay, they're hopeless but-"

He cut me off as he grabs a twix bar from my bag. "No buts, they're hopeless. And you'd not be able to tolerate someone that corny, trust me, Swara."

"I'll have you know, Vidushi believes in them too." My fingertips dance on his knuckles in a teasing manner as he rolls his eyes. I get up from my seat, grabbing my lunchbox as he trails after me to the courtyard. Aarav probably forgot his box again because he runs after stealing mine, leaving me to run after him. One of these days, I'd faint because of hunger and he'd be the one to blame.