Tale Teller (West Hampton U Series #1)

Chapter 3 ● Click

-- Muskaan --

"So he had no idea?" Suhana's doing her best to laugh at me but I'm far from amused.

"I don't think so. He definitely was reading it on his phone but then he just looked at me and told me he'd text me about the project. But he didn't get my number and just ran out of class," I shrug defeatedly. I had spent all week nervously mulling over the thought that Sameer figuring out that it was me that night dancing with him. The article called me a 'femme fatale' but he wasn't painted in the nicest of lights. It was stupid of me to talk to him in the first place. "I knew I shouldn't have come with you guys that night. This is my punishment for wasting time partying instead of being productive."

Suhana rolls her eyes as she flips the roti over. "You're worrying about nothing. If he figured it out, he probably would have said something by now. In fact, you should go tell him it was you."

I set my rolling pin down onto the counter and turn to face her with my arms crossed across my chest. "And why in the world would I do that after going through so much trouble to stay low-key?"

"Because he's cute! And I've told you this before too, you two would actually get along well," she insists. In first year when we all had a class together, Suhana tried to convince me to ask him out. She got to know him through Ruhaan and was convinced we were perfect for each other. I put it off until the year was over and then she forgot about it too. Or so I had thought.

I pick up my rolling pin and get back to the task at hand, noticing how late we were cutting it to dinner time. I still had to get my stuff together for classes again tomorrow and prepare myself to see Sameer again. We had not met up as planned and so we would have to hunker down in class tomorrow to get a proposal idea submitted in time.

"But tell me honestly Moose, did you feel the sparks?"

I did feel the sparks, a lot of them. He was so charming and everything felt so easy with him. I didn't feel like that was the first proper conversation I had with him. He felt like an old friend i'd been dancing with for years. I thought he'd be a bit more stuck up, riding high with his star athlete reputation. But he was down to earth and amiable in every way that mattered. 

I debate whether or not I should tell but she asks it so sincerely, I don't think she's asking just to tease me more. Suhana lived to tease me, but when she was earnest, it was evident in her clear, green eyes. She was worried for me, hopeful for me, that I wouldn't go through what I had been through. 

"Honestly? Yes," the last word comes out in a whisper. "I don't know why but it was just easy with him. I danced my heart out and he matched every step with me. We were in perfect sync," I sigh dreamily. 

"Ugh, that's so cute," she whines. "Did he make any moves on you?"

"Nope. He was a perfect gentleman. The opposite of what I expected."

"See, I told you he's not all bad!" she pokes my shoulder. "What would you do if he finds out?" Suhana asks once we're done cooking dinner.

I think about it for a few seconds before answering. "Probably apologize and hide from him forever?"

She snorts. "I think at that point you should give him a chance. It's just destiny."

"I think you're full of shit," I grin. "He's too exciting for me. I need a nice, boring, nerdy guy who will stay in and watch tv with me on Friday nights."

"Of course Dadi Ji. Jaise aap ki marzi."