Love dose

Melita and Arya

Melita's pov

Standing in my room, in front of the mirror, I can't believe my eyes at what I see. I feel like a different person is staring at me. I feel like a very pretty person, thanks to my aunt's sense of style, she picked out a teal coloured dress which fit me perfectly, she put on light make up and did my hair so that it complimented my personality.

In our circle of relatives, it was only me that didn't dress up too much, my parents tried to change that in me,  but gave up after a few years.

It was partly my best friend's influence, she was from a much simpler family and I liked the simplicity she had. I became more distant from the fashion world, although my aunts and cousins were there to keep a check on it.

They would buy nice fashionable clothes and make me wear fitted dresses, pretty tops with subtle make up for family parties, those were the only parties I have attended in my life.

I liked partying with my relatives as no one would judge me, I chat a lot! with my cousins, dance when needed and be a different person from the one in school. Bringing out the different side in me occasionally was like a boost to my plain usual life.

We had school uniforms so I never really bothered about my dressing sense at school. After our 10th grade when I entered junior college, I was alone, it was the first time my best friend wasn't with me, I wore the clothes I was comfortable in, which made me look plain, and boring to be friends with. I spotted many of my schoolmates but no one dared come to make friends with me, I was lonely! 

Buuut, at any cost I didn't want to make friends with the rich and boastful classmates I had. People used to talk to me, but in a restrained manner. I study well, listen in class and take notes, hence my notes are much needed  for some of them and I don't mind sharing it with them.

Our class had a mix of students, a few of them were into extra curricular activities like singing, dancing and sports.

some came to college just for the fun of it - Arya and his two friends. As far as I've listened to people talk about him, its always about him bullying others, he gets into a fight or calls them names. I really don't know if he really does it cause I've never actually seen him threatening anyone.
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From day 1 I have constantly been hearing his name. As I entered the college, I heard a group of girls behind me, "Arya is so cute na, what a body he has, I hope he is in my class" one girl said

''I heard he is taking economics major...''

"oh nooo!! then I won't be in his class, I've taken maths as my major'' the first girl replied

'economics?... oh noo! I've taken economics, gone!, this year is going to be a long year now' I thought as I walked to the notice board to check my classroom. My classroom was in the next block, I turned and started to walk, something hit me on the back, I came to a halt, my eyes wide. Another hit was felt on my back, irritated with whoever that was I turned, there were crushed papers on the floor, I took it,  my face still serious, 'I am an idiot',  'yes, I'm an idiot' was written on the paper.

I crushed it and threw it in the bin nearby, "tchu chu chu chu chu" I heard a mock sympathetic tone of a guy. "looks like someone's new, you are supposed to. say that loud" he said, his eyes piercing mine as he made his way towards me. I felt self conscious and looked down, with the same straight face.

"I won't tell, what can you do?" I said,  looking confidently into his eyes

He smirked let a small chuckle escape his lips, swiftly held my shoulders and pinned me to the wall, I could feel his breathe on my face, it disgusted me, I scrunched my nose and opened the eyes that I had shut. I was breathing heavily because of my anger, taking a sharp breath in, I pushed him with force, he stumbled back a tiny bit,  his friends didn't dare to come forward, except for one.