WTH Just Happened?

After Weeks

I have honestly never imagined myself being teased on the pretext of an assumed school crush. As a matter of fact, I have never even thought about the guys from my school in that light. They just didn't (and couldn't) fit the criteria.Everyone I saw around me was either a shmuck or too retarded to even talk to. Yes, I say that in the least conceited way I can possibly manage. It's not that I think too highly of myself; it's just that most of the people around me happen to be really dumb. No kidding.
Is wanting a tall, smart guy with whom I can make sensible conversations, asking for too much? I suppose not.And yet, I've had no luck in finding a potential suitable guy who matches my expectations in this school. Not even a potential crush. I've accepted this fact long ago and therefore, till this day I havn't had a single crush whom I happened to meet here. None, and I guess I never will.

But there's something about this particular guy, Mr.Y, that has got me thinking. Whenever Jasmeet has been mentioning him since the past few days, I've dismissed her assumptions quite confidently. But each time, it's got me thinking about him. The guy was tall AND had amazing brown hair. What must he look like? What kind of a person is he? Oh God, I am missing him now. Samaira, how could you possibly miss someone whom you don't even know? I don't know. All I know is that I wanna see him again, just once, to at least register his face.

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Jasmeet just sent me a picture that includes four friends, posing under an umbrella on what looks like someone's terrace. Is that guy in the black, Y? The same hair, I'm sure it's him. I text Jazz to confirm my suspicions. I'm right, it is him. She found this picture on someone's FB profile. "You were pestering me for his picture since days. Now enjoy", she says. "Yeah thanks. I just wanted to see what he looks like."

This is really strange. As the days pass by, my curiosity for that guy doesn't diminish. "I really wanna see Y in front of me again. It's been weeks. I'm getting really curious now.", I announce. "Maybe you're in luck today, the 12thies are present for some pre-board exam", says Tahira, who happens to be friends with some 12th graders. "I'm gonna go to the washroom. Let's go, Jazz.", says Naina. Somehow Jasmeet and Naina can never stay out of the girls' washroom. Whether it's Naina's never ending urge to check her hair, or Jasmeet's exceptionally small bladder, or both, I don't know. Tahira and I join them occasionally, but not this time. "See if you find him somewhere around", I tell Jazz and Naina. When they leave, Tahira turns to talk to me.
"Sam, you know what happened that day? When Samarth and I were alone in the computer lab last week, working on a poster for that 'Earth Day' campaign, I thought this was going to be the moment when I get to spend some time with him. But that Rashmi, stupid witch, intervened and I had to give her my seat. "Samarth what are doing here with kids", she said in her stupid voice. When I interrupted telling her that I'm not a kid, she said "For both of us you are"."
Samarth Aggarwal is also a 12th grade student, whom Tahira likes. Both of them happen to be in the senior student council of the school, that's how she got to know him. Rashmi is also a senior, and his alleged girl friend, though the both of them have been denying the news, Tahira told me.
I can't help but give her a pityful look. Just when I'm about to open my mouth to console her, Jasmeet comes dashing into the class, Naina behind her. "Sam, he is there in the school today! We just saw him, outside the 12th grade classes, seems like he just had an exam. Hurry up if you wanna see him!", Jasmeet says, taking my arm to pull me out of my chair. I can't comprehend why this news gives me an adrenaline rush, and before I know it, I'm running towards wherever Jazz is taking me. We've reached the corridor and what I see now freezes me.

Oh. My. God.