THE GIRL OF HIS DREAMS

02 Meeting You

I raised my head from the soft pillow that I faintly remember finding uncomfortable falling asleep, yet in the wee hours of the morning, I could swear that it felt like how I imagined the clouds to feel when I was a kid.

Groggily I reached for my phone and swiped off the alarm.

Heck. Why did I set the alarm so early? All I need is just 5 minutes to get ready, if I skip the shower... and the breakfast... and...

Rrrriiiinnng.

The sound roared back to life and I jumped up in bed, scrambling to get out as soon as the time registered in my mind.

Just five minutes to school! Damn, I am gonna be late again.

I pulled on my shirt and the standard black pants that made up my school uniform and hastily dropped in the pack of spear-mints into the open backpack lying at the foot of the bed. Picking up my phone and wallet, I dashed out the door. Thanks to my motorbike which miraculously roared to life from the first try, I raced to school, the wind whipping through my flying hair.

"Hey Junaid! You owe me, man!" Zak beckoned me over from the side of the building. Parking my bike, I crawled through the broken fence and jumped right into the open window of the basement where Zak waited for me. He closed it shut with a thud and we ran towards the end of the empty hall.

I called out to him over the sound of our footsteps, echoing through the hall. "If you hadn't kept me up with your sob story..."

He cut me short with a death glare and despite myself I felt like laughing.

"Chill, dude. Are you gonna let this chick come between us?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face.

He stopped and I nearly collided the chair on my right trying to swerve him.

"If this a joke to you, you can leave."

I gave him an impatient look knowing just how late we are going to be for class. Usually I wouldn't mind but after the heaps of trouble we have managed to get ourselves into in just a couple of months, I am not really looking forward for more. Like I said, it's still early-what would I do for the rest of the year if the teachers ran out of patience with me already?

"Look. I know it isn't. And I am here to help you, aren't I?" I gave him a smile, trying to diffuse the tension. "If we don't go to this class, how the hell are you going to introduce me to Amina?"

He shot me a grateful look. We resumed our race to the lecture hall.

I admit that I found this change in him shocking though I tried not to show it. Zak has never been obsessed over a girl. Well, I don't think he has ever taken one so seriously before. This girl must be something special.

Zak hesitated at the closed door of the class and I knew it was that girl who stopped him. He must be freaking out! This is the only class he had with her. For once, I enjoyed the sight of the bulky, egoistic guy cowering. Ha!

Grinning, I pushed open the door.

"Mr. Junaid!" A shrill voice greeted me, sweeping off the smirk on my face.

It's Miss. Shreya's class. She is not gonna let us off easy. Not after that classic duster prank.

"Late again, I see. Come up to the front of the class."

Grumbling to myself, I made my way to her desk. She turned to pick up some papers and I saw Zak sneak in from the corner of my eye.

That conniving idiot has deserted me! He grinned at me as he slipped into a chair halfway through the class, earning a few giggles from the girls.