The Niche

Four Year Crush

Shit

That was the only thing my poor brain came up with.

"What the fuck" I and Vedika said in unison.

How the hell is he standing in the doorway? I wondered, when I felt a hand closing my open mouth for me, I turned to my left to see Vedika doing the favor.

"Why are you late" Mrs.Agarwal asked agin.

He rolled his eyes and handed a slip to the teacher; she nodded and told him to join the class.

Now as established earlier we were seated in nerd/not so nerd territory but Dhruv was so not a nerd, so not a nerd, he was a complete bad ass so according to this theory his designated seat was at the end of the class room.

So proving this theory, he walked towards the last bench with poise, my eyes following his every movement.

Last bench, where a fat kid was dozing off to sleep but Dhruv being an alarming person that he is, woke him up and took the seat never ditching his famous bored expression.

"Let's continue the class, shall we?"The teacher asked after scanning and re-scanning Dhruv.

I gathered my loose screws from all over the table build it up together to make a functional brain and looked into the book.

He came, my heart said by beating in a very fast rate.

But my semi-functional brain was still pondering over the thought,

How he is even here?

Aaleema said he failed, but that could be mere rumor but Aaleema said it, every gossip uttered from her mouth is true, always.

It's like general rule of thumb 'believe what Aaleema says'.

"Good news is: he is here" Vedika whispered beside me.

"I know" I said, smiling.

The economy class was boring as hell. I didn't even knew what the hell teacher was saying because I was too busy imaging myself kissing Dhruv.

What no!

I was just wondering how is he here, and if big foot is real.

But mostly thinking how the hell Dhruv Arora escaped our school's zero tolerance policy which suggests kicking out any student who fails classes.

He must be friends with superman or maybe he is superman looking at his body and his arms and those abs which I know exists because I am little social media stalker and those sexy eyes.

Eyes! Dhruv has the best pair of eyes in the world his eyes are so soft and black like night with thick eyelashes, his eyes are my favorite.

"You got some drool" Vedika broke my trance, and I shut my mouth and stopped staring him.

"You will freak him out" she said

"I won't" I said, and blushed a little.

"Come, bell has rung, which you clearly missed as you were too busy eye-raping the poor guy"

"I was not" I said and exit the class room not waiting for her, that little 'crush staring' police.

Vedika came running behind me smiling like a mad woman.

"What are you smiling at?" I asked

"You know you don't have to hide that blush for me, paint your face red baby"