Attraction To Affection

Chapter 5: Freshers' Party

                          NYSA

I probably left the weird guy speechless. He was looking at me like I was his next meal, eww. My friends walked out with me laughing while I just flipped my hair sassily announcing that the new bitch is here so beware.

"Hahaha Nysa, that was so good, uska mooh dekhne layak tha" Vanya said still laughing. (His face was worth looking)

"Kya accha kiya? Itna hot ladka tha, thoda flirt hi kar leti ya mujhe karne deti, uske bagal mein bhi kitne handsome ladke the" Any said while putting her hand over my shoulders. (What was good in that? He was so hot, you should have flirted. Also, the boys beside him were so handsome)

"So you go and continue what she left, there's still time." Raina said pointing towards Any.

"Ugh, you guys are no fun." She said annoyingly.

"Yet you are still hanging out with us." I scoffed.

"That's because I love you guys." She winked at us and went to take some cold drinks from the nearby stall.

"Ew, don't say that to me." Me and Vanya shouted at her while Raina reverted back the same emotion.

It was 10:30 am and the welcome party started with boring speeches of the chief professors and directors here. It was so boring that Any nearly slept on Vanya, sleepyhead.

After around 20 minutes, two students probably came on the stage and officially started the activities they have apparently organised for the new batch? I don't know, let's see.

"Hi guys! Today, we are so excited to welcome all the freshers in our university and to make you guys feel special around us, we have organised various activities and performances for you while you get comfortable with people here. So first, we are going to call the dashing, rocking and a band of 4 handsome boys who will make your heart flutter with their performances and you might feel your hair giving a standing ovation while you clap for them, so give them a huge round of applause and let's call VRA² Gang on the stage and set the stage on fire.

Soon the curtains furled and then came the first shocker of the day. These were the same boys whom we met at the entry gate of this auditorium. Now, I've to tolerate these guys like seriously? Why, god, why? And how are they even handsome, they are just a bunch of jerks. They started playing and I know the song, I know the song by heart and I just can't stop myself from dancing on it. I love this song and I'd do anything to see it someday on live performed by the love of my life, JEON fucking JUNGKOOK!!! Thankyou god, I love this song.

It is no song other than STANDING NEXT TO YOU. I can sense my friends gaze on me because like me, they know the song very well. I blast their ears with it and as much as I know, they don't like it, I do it deliberately because I love their irritated reactions. Anyways, I can sense their expectations in their gaze too, do they want me to perform too? Is it a good idea? I am not doubting my skills but would it be appropriate to interrupt someone's performance? But I don't care, all I care is that the song is playing and it's my favourite and I am going to dance.

I ran to the middle of the crowd and started performing, many girls there recognised the song due to which they started applauding for me. It catched attention of larger mass which shifted their reaction from that RA's Gang to my performance. Sorry whatever-your-name-is gang but I can't help it. They didn't stop, they were playing and let me tell you, I really appreciate their skills, they are amazing at what they do. Maybe, they are not so weird like they seemed in my first impression afterall first impression is not the last impression.

After I was done, many people came to me and appreciated me for the unplanned performance I did unconsciously for the freshers. The dance societies also came to me asking if I want to join them? It has always been my dream to join a group like that so that along with fashion design, I can achieve my dream of dancing. This is one of the things I can't imagine my life without. I'll even give coffee if I have to choose dance. Dance over anything. Sorry coffee.