In the bustling halls of high school, Aisha reigns as the epitome of success-beautiful, popular, and academically brilliant. However, when a nationwide sports tournament descends upon her school, it brings not only the thrill of competition but also...
Midnight Glare's soft music reaches my ears the moment I step into the restaurant.
The incessant chatter of the people follows a moment later. I roll my eyes. The hustle and bustle of the city is attractive and might look glamorous to the eyes, but it is exhausting in experience. The food here's good, though, so I'll have to digress.
"Where's Vans?" Tara asks me. I shrug, eyes roving around the room in search of her.
"There she is!" Sam exclaims, pointing towards a tall, dainty figure sitting alone at a table. She waves her hands excitedly, and I wave back, trotting towards her. Some servers bow to us and murmur some greetings, and I nod back to them. Sam totters in her high heels.
"Can you walk? I'm not Neil. If you fall I'm leaving you on the floor." Tara gushes. Sam's jaw drops open as she makes an offended face.
"You're so unromantic!"
"And you're silly. Who wears heels to a girl dinner?"
"Giiirlll dinner!" I sing, and both of them pause their bickering to give me similar droll looks. I just shrug, walking ahead.
And crash face first into someone.
"Oh my gods, I'm so sorry —" I start.
"I didn't mean to —" The voice in front of me says.
It's a male voice. A young, male voice. It's a boy.
I gawk. I crashed into a boy.
What am I doing at a restaurant walking into boys?
I hope Papa didn't put some sort of a secret camera on me. If he did, I'm sleeping on the floor tonight. Or worse, outside the house. Brr.
"Are you okay?" The voice is still speaking. I brush my dress into place, looking up to see a familiar silhouette and familiar facial structure.
It's the orange juice guy from that night. The —
"You're the creep." I say, staring at him with wide eyes. He tilts his head, eyes — large, gorgeous eyes — narrowing slightly in confusion.
"My name is Vihaan, and I...generally don't get called a creep by girls. Nice to meet you, though." He says, and that's when I realise I said that out loud.
Mortification runs through me as a part of me wishes the earth to open up and swallow me up. I mean, I'm not wrong, he was a creep and he did eerily know my name on the first night that he was supposed to be here, but that doesn't mean I should be calling him that to his face.
I slap a palm over my head, running it down my face. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to call you that."
"But you were thinking that." He comments, fighting to stop a smile. I open and close my mouth like a fish, not knowing what to say to that.
Tara and Samaira are standing to the side and revelling in my pain. Traitors.
I bow, swiping my hair off of my face. "Please don't mind. I was just being silly."
"Someday, I'd like to hear why you were silly, Aisha, but as of now, I think your friend there is getting too impatient." He says.
Oh yes. Vaani. I look at her, unsurprised to find her already glowering at me with part anger and part astonishment. I try not to snort.
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