WTH Just Happened?

First Glimpse

I remember the incident that started all of this. Not more than a few weeks ago, Jasmeet and I were again roaming around the 2nd floor of our school, where the school's 10th and 12th grade classes are, in search of Mr.Pankaj, our class teacher. We were late in submitting our Maths registers and were going around looking for him.
" You know I saw Harshit during recess, just outside our class. Do you think he maybe came looking for me?" , said a concerned looking Jasmeet. "Seriously, Jazz, you gotta stop now. That stupid kid must have been fooling around with his friends. I say, why don't you join him the next time you see him?", I said, sarcastically. Just then, H passed by. "Ohho, Jazzy", I said in my usual style with a wicked smile, while shoving Jasmeet onto the kid. She almost tripped and as the boy passed she said," You really need to stop doing this Samaira!" in an annoyed tone.

We happened to pass the 12th grade corridor where we found a lot of 12th graders outside their classes, chatting with their friends casually. "Probably a free period. Lucky guys", I sighed. As we walked passed the classes on either side of us, someone caught my attention. With his back leaning on the railing outside 12th-D- which I assume was the class of the girl he was talking to-stood a tall, lean guy with brown hair, of the length that covered most of his forehead. He was turned towards the girl he was talking to and I couldn't register his face properly.
Something really struck me about his hair. They were the kind of brown you don't usually find on people's heads. The kind of light brown with a tinge of what looked like light golden streaks in sunlight. The kind of brown hair I have.
"That guy has nice hair, quite like mine", I told Jasmeet while subtely gesturing towards him. Of course, how could she let go of such a moment. A moment where 'she' gets a chance to tease 'me'. A rare event wherein Jasmeet gets to venge for all the times I've teased her in her life. "Ohho, Sammy!", she announced with an amused expression, nudging my arm with her elbow. "Oh come on!", I said while increasing my pace as we passed them.
In the coming weeks whenever we happened to pass the 12th grade corridor, Jasmeet didn't miss a chance to tease me. "There he is!", she used to announce as we passed by the glass windows of the classes as she pointed inside them. "Oh, Samaira, are you blushing?", she teasingly asked. "Blushing? Why would I? Just because you assume that?", I snapped. "Leave her alone, okay", said Tahira taking my side. Naina agreed. Yet that didn't stop Jasmeet from picking on me whenever she could. This continued for several days, where I hardly even remember seeing him after that day.

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I've snapped out of my thoughts as I find Tahira and Naina looking at me, probably anticipating a response. "That was just a random guy whose hair I happened to like. That's all. As a matter of fact, I didn't even get the chance to register his face. I don't even know what he looks like!"
"We know that, Sam, don't worry.", says Tahira. "Jasmeet you should take care about your guys.", says Naina. "What discussion is going on at the back?", says an angry Ms.Ritu. Although I shouldn't say this, but she's not really the kind of teacher that scares you. Her long, empty looks after someone has messed up are enough to make us feel tired, just by the look of it.
We submissively get back to writing in our registers as if nothing happened.

Apparently, I can't seem to focus in class.

Was I really....... blushing?