Crossroads | ✓

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  Song attached: Stuck in the moment by Justin Bieber (couldn't find a better video since all of Justin's My World and My World 2.0 videos 'aren't available' or 'can't be played' so yeah). It's a beautiful song if you see past that it's Justin Bieber's song :) And the lyrics are perfect.

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Seriously, I think Kiranya is one of those clumsy klutz who trips on thin air. I've seen her tripping when there was a good one feet between her and a bench so it wasn't surprising how she was sitting under the shed which serves as the bicycle parking, her right handing holding her left hand, whatever that let her off the coach's hook, hiding behind a black cardigan.

It's thirty two degree Celsius right now and there she was, wearing a cardigan. What the hell is wrong with her?

"You like her?"

This voice. Ah, lover boy's here.

I glanced at Yuvan as if he had grown a second head. "Dude, why would you ask that?"

Yuvan shrugged, trying to look indifferent but it failed miserably.

"Your first day here and you go straight to her and start talking as if you knew her since forever. You think I'm oblivious to those glances you throw her way? Even now... you're looking at her."

This made me laugh out incredulously. "She's my friend!"

Yuvan looked at me unamused. "You want me to believe that shit?"

"Swear, buddy. We used to be playmates when we were little but then I went to the boarding school and we lost all contact. If you're worried about any competition, rest assured. I don't like her like that."

I even patted his shoulders, a suggestive wink thrown at him.

"Wha—no no. Varun, man, I think you got it wrong. Competition? Me? Kiranya? It's totally not like that. I—I don't like her like that. Never. Ever. No. Okay? Yeah. Yeah."

I snickered as Yuvan ran a hand through his curly black hair, flustered and repeating how he did not like her like that.

Right.

"BOYS!" a shrill pierced the air, followed by a high pitched whistle. Let me tell you, the whistle sounded more pleasant. "Continue with the laps!"

"Aye aye, captain," I muttered before starting to run, Yuvan following me and still mumbling how he didn't see Kiranya in that 'light.'

Okay, I came back to get to know Kiranya after eleven years. And yes, I find her attractive. Because let's face it, that girl is beautiful. Wild, but beautiful. And I'm a teenage boy. But that's just my teenage hormones at display. I can't even imagine wanting to spend my entire life with her. Maybe if she was still like my playmate from eleven years back, I may come to like her but I don't think I can adjust to those corpse eyes and whispers all my life.

Let Yuvan have her.

I finished the laps first and at once my eyes darted to where Kiranya was seated. I may not like her like that but I still like her as a special friend. So I walked to where she was.