Chapter 1 (Advika)

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He entered the class and the blood in my nerves was caught on fire. I forgot how much I hated him.
My classmate AKA my irritation source Shashank Awasthi. I can't decide why I hate him. It's probably because he is way ahead from me in academics or maybe because he makes fun of me everytime we ineract. I don't know why but yes I hate him.
Last time during the quarterly examination, I was so fucking confident that I will score a very good rank and I got it but that mf got the second rank and that pissed me off more than the happiness.
The thoughts gathered in my mind while I realized I was staring at him lost in my thoughts and he was sitting at his bench wondering why tf am I staring at him. After a while he snapped his fingers indicating, " Why are you staring at me like that?" And I came back into my senses, embarrassed. I looked away pretending to do some kind of work which was nothing. So that I could just avoid the embarrassment which was piercing through my heart so much , it almost killed me.
I don't want to hate a normal person but the most important reason of hating him was that almost each and every girl chased him. I could not figure out what tf so attractive they find in this mf? He isn't even good looking (atleast for me). He just has those goddamn veiny hands which literally trap every girl in his fucking love. For fuck's sake what has happened to these girls? Everybody knows he has a girlfriend which is not less than a bitch I'd say but still chasing a guy who's not even single? It's craziness.
At least I would never fall for this guy. Thank god for giving me this mental ability to process that this guy is an extreme asshole.

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