Love Me Day Or Night - Book 1 -

The Guy in the Corner Seat

~~ The Guy in the Corner Seat ~~

I wasn't quite sure about the kind of guy that I liked. I hadn't known about it anytime soon. Yes, having infatuations and crushes were utterly normal, but it wasn't yet known to me what the kind was.

It didn't feel anything else, after all having crushes was normal at my age. I cherished each and every small crush that I had. If I didn't see those random guys that walked pass the road in the pavement, or the hot guy who was playing football in the nearby park, the guy who was the little crush on the petrol pump, check out the guy who was waiting for his girlfriend wearing a checked shirt, with his phone in his hand with a glow on his face, if I didn't do any of that I wouldn't quite have been the hormonal teenager that I was.

Who said I wasn't one?

I was a 16 year old girl, and I had all the rights to check out and ogle at good looking or even cute guys.

Having crush on the lead of my favorite youth show on TV, looking at the pictures of the hot foreign or Indian actors and models for hours, grumbling and discussing about the latest hot on air or off screen couples was what characterized me. That clearly stated that I was a normal girl like any other. Although I would doubt that my parents would say that to me.

I saw him for the first time in a black T-shirt and blue denims, along with a sling bag along his side. His frame was tall, not much broad but broad enough. His hair normal a bit like the hand brushed kind, and his eyes seemed so lost. He had a little soul patch beard under his lower lips, making him look better than the usual guys.

It was the institution that I'd joined recently for preparing for JEE, the entrance exams. Making me comfortable was a tough job on the first day of classes, and then from the next day on, well, I quickly made friends. All of them were girls although, because the boys seemed to be least interested as such.

I saw him on the first day, as he entered quickly and grabbed the last seat, on the bench, because most the places were filled up by then. He was that kind, whom in the passing weeks I noticed, didn't even call once for clearing a doubt towards the teacher. He remained quiet, and sometimes, the teacher would make him stand and ask a question saying it looked like that he didn't pay attention.

I didn't know anything about him.

Not even his name.

And he didn't talk. Never in the little 10-15 minutes of recess that we had, had I ever seen him talking. He remained quiet, didn't eat a single thing. Just one day I saw him smile a bit, at a comment that another guy had made. Sometimes, he drank from a carton of juice. 

In there, the girls were supposed to sit in the two desks allotted for them, because out of 44 students in Engineering course there were only 9 girls in our section. I didn't get to look at him during classes, because even though no one had a particularly fixed seat, he would always have a seat in the last bench corner, be either left or right, but in the corner.

While I waited for the car each day, he looked over his phone, glancing at the bright screen, rarely typing something. His eyes always told a secret story about him that I always wanted to know. It was like there was hidden something in it.

I knew I was attaching myself in mess, but this crush of mine didn't have a name, because no one had ever asked what his name was. His voice was a husky whisper, which was hard to hear when he answered the questions that the sirs asked him.

Stealing glances was all I could to with him, and never in the weeks, the months spent there I had seen him notice me. Maybe, it was yet again another crush.

I was walking through the corridor, it was the last class of that day, and due to some work in the admin dept. I was a bit late. The corridor was empty, other than a few students who were still there in the staff room's of teachers to clear out doubts or something as such.

I looked at my left, to shuffle my ID in my bag near the exit, when I tripped onto someone.

"Sorry...I didn't notice..." I quickly quipped to look up at him, with his phone in his hand.

"Its okay." He answered and left without a word more, looking at the long lost world that laid beyond him.

I never quite saw him again, maybe because he always sat in the last bench, and remained the introvert that he always was. Nearing the end of the classes, I saw him talk to the guys around him once or twice, but he was who he was.

To me, he was the one, who was engraved into my memory as a mysterious and intelligent character, because he was smart in studies. Always I would see him wear the shades of red, blue and black, with his kind of usual pair of blue denims. Prussian blue t-shirts really suited him... I liked the way he looked in those. But, I never got a chance to tell him that in the one year, ever.

Well, as they say, some crushes are meant to be untold secrets, engraved into an unforgettable memory in our heart, he was that person to me. He was and always will be The Guy in the Corner Seat, to me.   

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An incomplete one shot. 

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