Guitar Boy

✷ The First Meeting ✷

She was enjoying her time under the stairs, at the far side of the school, flipping through her flashcards in peace. She loved her school but she hated the early morning chaos. And anyway, things have been a little more chaotic ever since that new boy transferred. Now, even lunch was a ruckus, and it hadn't even been a month since he'd set foot in the school.. Junior girls —and she can bet a thousand bucks that there were a few seniors too— flocked near her classroom, peeking inside to get a glimpse of the boy. As if he were a celebrity. Cue the eye roll.

Okay, he was really good at playing the guitar and a bit good-looking, but that didn't mean he was a celebrity. The girls at her school though, would, totally disagree.

'Why am I thinking of him??'

"Ugh, what a waste of time. Focus, girl, we have a test today," she chastised herself. She went back to her flashcards but then heard someone exhale. Looking up, she found herself staring directly at the star boy.

'No! What the heck!' They looked at each other wide-eyed, not having expected to see the other. Then, they heard someone call out the boy's namez and he instantly moved towards her, sitting by her side.

For about a minute, neither of them spoke, and slowly, the yells of his name faded away. She turned toward him with an icy glare on her face, and poor boy, who had just released a sigh of relief, tensed up all over again.

"Leave before your minions get a whiff of my hideout," she said in a clipped tone. She could feel her blood boiling at both the trespassing and the invasion of her privacy.

"This is your hideout?" Now it made sense why he rarely saw her in the mornings and where she happened to be.

"No, this is my empire." She said with an eye roll.

'Oh, her sassy tone was so lovely. So was that irritated, flushed face.' he thought to himself. He was about to say something, but just then, the bell for assembly went off.

She pocketed her flashcards and gave the boy beside her one last cold look before huffing out, "Make sure this is the last time I see you here, or I'll stab you to death with my pen."

She was out from under the stairs when he called out, "You can kill someone with a pen?" He sounded genuinely curious.

"If you know the vital points, yes." She answered without looking back, walking towards the assembly ground.

"So, was that a threat?"

"Of course not, that was a compliment." She deadpanned before speeding away.

He chuckled to himself, following her out, keeping a good distance from her but never taking his eyes off her. She intrigued him, and though this was the first time they talked, oh boy, did he already like pushing her buttons. She was definitely feisty and savvy, and he liked it. It was refreshing after the constant flirting from the other girls. Honestly, they weren't even good at it. He was always bored, never even reciprocated, and yet they kept coming back like he was a fire to those moths.

He'd rather have a banter with her just to see her angry, flushed face than listen to their boring pick-up lines and bear their idiotic, cringe behavior.

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Okay, so idk how it is in your schools, but in most Indian schools, we have an assembly where the students sing prayers together.

I really didn't think this through, but I can't back out now. I mean, sitting under the stairs at a school? How does that make any sense, right? Ugh, but wtvr, I'll still use it. Use your imagination, guys. I tried to find a school image that would fit into my narrative, but luck has never been on my side, tbh. I give up 😮‍💨😮‍💨

The single quotation ('this thing') is when they are thinking to themselves.

This is the first chapter, and it'll go for like 4-5 chapters. So let me know what you thought of it.

See you the next time I have something written, lol 🤭🤭