It started with that emptiness.
And you won't believe, I'm laughing at myself, now.
It was our Chemistry class, Carbon and It's Compounds.
A black - Raisin dried man of about twenty with large spectacles arrived. Later we came to know that he was our lecturer.
Jeez. You can't expect hot people to teach you.
In fact smart would have done. But Nevermind.
He started off with the ability of Carbon to make most of the bonds that exist. You must know that Carbon makes over Three million bonds. This is interesting. The lecture was going quite smooth, until at about 5:30, one and a half hour after our lecture had begun, the door flew open. It was common, sometimes the peon comes in for the attendance as well, so I wasn't much affected, until....
... I realised that it wasn't any peon. It was him. The emptiness was now all gone.
Wait, What?
I guess my pituitary cheated on me. It wasn't supposed to make me fall in love.
But his entrance was no normal one.
He came in with his guitar, and he was all black. Black in the sense that he was wearing black.
Black's sexy. It's smoky, at times.
This time it was none, cause I was in the middle of the class and I believe that the ambience plays an important role when it comes to complimenting someone's attire.
The lecturer raised an eyebrow. "Don't you think you're early today?" he smirked. And I rolled my eyes, as if he was talking to me. I was actually knowing by now as to what was wrong with me.
"And what's with that guitar?" he said pointing to the instrument in its casing which hanged on his back.
He frowned before he spoke. I guess he expected us to understand which none of us did.
"I had a performance." he said in a much obvious tone, that made some sense.
"Then why did you bother coming?"
"I wouldn't have, you know, if you took the pain to talk to my dad." he smirked.
Gawds, what's with boys and smirking?
The lecturer was defeated but still high in respects, he decided to throw an ugly senseless comment, which I bet if he hadn't , he would have rather been dignified.
"Oh gimme your phone, right now. I'll call him. Give it, right up."
All heads turned to face him. He was still standing there at the door, still holding his guitar. He thought for a while, giving the teacher a while to feel proud and he chuckled but man, that backfired.
"He may not even listen to anyone by now. Not even if Jesus came. Well, yeah, I don't know about the devil though. You may give it a try anyhow..." he said as his lips twitched into a curve.
I could feel my cheeks burn.
Oh, freak! I couldn't be...blushing!
What the...? I need to swear!
What. The. Fuck. On. Earth. Was. That?
I was so done.
And Rita noticed it. She noticed.
Hell, yeah, Laura did too.
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