STAY

THE COURSE

What do you want? She asked like business. He was looking at her with his puppy eyes. "As usual, nothing expensive Madame." He was hiding his smile, biting his finger nails. "I have not copied the last line from board." She sighed. A group of class naughty guys were standing at the tree near by listening to their conversation.

"Please. Give me your copy. It will take just a sec." He asked seriously.
She handed him, her copy.

"Make it quick, give me in chemistry class." She left, ignoring the group of class monkeys was laughing at her as she was passing by. But who cares, she was her own concern and nobody else exist in the world who will listen to her. She had no friends. She was not even class toper. She was not even an athlete; she doesn't really have any bond with anyone. People don't listen to her voice often. All she was concerned, was to complete her class work and her homework on time. To submit all assignments on time, she studied at home, without any companions around her. She was not so pretty. She had average looks. What was inside her? It is something nobody knows. She was known as class mystery girl.

"Areeb, give me my copy." She asked politely her voice was really soft, and he got shocked that she knew his name. Areeb looked at her.
"Oh." Areeb took out the copy out of his bag and handed her. "You know my name." Areeb asked.
"Hmm" she replied and left without giving him any chance to utter more words. He always asks her for her copy since the day she was in this school with him.

He came home. The house was two storied building. Well cared plants and perfect garden was the house's specialty. One more thing about his house was "great food". Mother cooks like chef and he and his brothers and sisters loved food. He went in kissing his mother's cheeks and heard voice. "Lunch is ready."
Just a minute, I'll come after I change this sweaty uniform Ma.
"Okay but be quick."
All three of them had their lunch together.

At 5 pm, his sister came to him nearly jumping on him. He laughed. "So are you coming with me?"
"Where?" he asked smiling.
"To my wedding." she said monotonously
"Oh really, so show me who is the unlucky one." He asked seriously, hiding his smile inside.
"His name is Ben ten." She replied as grimly as possible. They exchanged serious looks. He nodded and looked at the wall. She looked down as she has done a sin.
His eyes met his sister's and they look at each other for a moment and broke in to laughter. On his shoulder his 12 year old little sister and he went out of the house.
They went to a shop, he bought her some chocolates, together they were like best friends.
"Let's go to the garden, champ." She called her brother champ. Okay, let's go.

"Hey, Areeb, how are you." His class mate Sidrah was standing with a frisbee in her hand.
"Ah, Sidrah, wow, you are here. I am fine."
He was smiled and looked at her with his flirty eyes. She was a bit confused by his reaction.
"Are you playing Frisbee?" He asked cheerily.

"Yeah, we are." She replied.
"Can we play?" little Sarah asked, she knew that if Areeb will ask, the big girl will say no.
Although little Sarah doesn't know the power of her brother's charisma. It kind of works on all girls.
"Okay." Sidrah replied shyly.
They were walking on the green, damp, grass, under grey sky and Sidrah was wearing black, Areeb's favorite color. In his mind he was listening to Brittney's sexy voice "If you seek Amy." The wind was romantic. Actually he was imagining himself a hero of movie with a hot girl walking beside him. He knows how to play games, what a big deal.

Assalamualikum Areeb. The ring was of 3 boys and 4 girls all of them were Sidrah's cousins. One of them was taller than all the other boys he was of the same age as him, 17. Danial it is your turn to start. A boy with chestnut hair and brown eyes asked the tallest guy Danial. It is not that easy, Areeb thought.
The girls were giggling and making distracting noise, his ears were ringing and he was getting distracted by her. She was although not the first one who became centre of his attention. He usually found himself amused by opposite gender.

"Your throws are striking; you are so good at the game." He wanted to get her attention and his tone was very calculated. Girls never like guys running head over heels on them. He knew what to do and from what to abstain himself from doing. He doesn't want to go straight. Like a spider knitting a web.
He also love mind games, to him it was just another mind game.

"Thanks" She smiled.
Okay so the rabbit is in the hat, he smiled too. He knew very well that the next day he just has to come to play again. He also knew that just after a week she will fall in love with him. He did know, and what fortune has written, it is usually what he plans, so he doesn't have to worry about anything else. He left early after an excuse of getting late with her sister.

He went home to find out he has given a wrong copy to her class fellow.
I have to return her. I have to give her, but then how come she will do her homework. He thought, so he left for her house. They were neighbors, he used to go to her house for homework mostly and she was very good at completing her work.

A small room, walls were painted pink, as it was a girl's room. On the right there was a cupboard, things were neatly arranged and on the other side of the very cupboard the cloths were stuffed. It seems someone was very busy. A fan was hanging in the middle of the roof. On the left there was computer trolley. Just at 2 palm distance a book shelf was attached to the wall. Books were arranged according to order of their size. The books however sometimes slips on the shelf, she always arrange them in order when they are out of order. Other side of the room was a balcony with a door; cats have done a great job in scratching that door.

The bell rang. 6pm. "Hello, how are you." He asked Wheatish skin, long fingers, nails were bitten. "Hahaha you are a monkey." he smiled and crooked smile angling his perfect straight nose a little more like an arrow. People compliment his long nose, and his fair skin.

"How do I look by the way?" she asked crossed question. As he was looking at her observing as he is casting spell. "You look like a fat hyena." He replied grinning. She raised her arched eye brow peaking on the top of her frameless spectacles.

"Now what do you want?" She asked sternly she was not happy that he came, she doesn't like the kind of guy he was.

Areeb also knew that, so he thought to state his matter straight to the point. "I have accidently given you my copy and I have yours." He said monotonously.

"Oh, okay."
"Who is on the door Rabail?" A heavy female voice came from inside along with an obese, but kind faced lady.
"Ammi, Areeb is here." She turned her face to her mother
"He wants to return my copy and I have his, so I am going upstairs to check."

The woman smiled, come inside Areeb.

"AssalamuAlikum Aunty." He smiled with his black eyes sparkling usually.

"Why don't you sit here, and have some strawberry shake?"

"Oh no thanks Aunty, actually I just came to exchange the copies." He smiled at the kind lady; she was of his mother's age.

"I know, but you came here for the first time, usually your mom comes here. You are Wania's boy right?
"Yes, Aunty, I am."

"Your copy." She said while descending. She looked at him and sat on the sofa. He with his long fingers, holding his glass of strawberry shakes, with his perfect nose resting neatly in the air an inch from the glass. A smile leaked from her lips looking at him, he was looking as different as he looked at school. Here at her house, he can see through his manner that he was just an innocent boy. It's his profile at school that was a bad news for any light hearted girl. He was a player that is what he appears at school. Sitting on the wooden sofa, wearing a sandal, he was a different boy. Blue colored sandals, light blue shirt and dark blue jeans, his fair skin, curly hair; he is really devilish handsome beauty. Something pinched in her heart, but she jerked away her head from the thought, what she didn't realize that destiny is going to play with her.

"Aunty, it was yummy. Thanks a lot." He smiled with crease of strawberry pink milk shake cream was resting just above his lips."

So she smiled again, a dimple on her cheeks appeared and vanished as she soon consumed her poker face.
She is an introvert and she knows it. Why should we make a banner of feelings on our face when nobody should know what you are thinking or feeling. She was not a risk taker she judged people on their personality, she loved reading about human nature.