I crush on you

Chapter 1

When your heartbeats erratically upon seeing someone, you should know, you aren't a maniac or watching too many dramas, because that actually, actually happens in real life. I experience it every single time I see him around. It is a nerve-wrecking, exhausting, exciting as well as plummeting experience. For a few moments when I steal glances at him, my heart scrunches and then expands in a loop, making me weak on my knees and unstable on my foot. What can I say? My crush, Kiel McKarthy is quite intimidating wherever he goes and flows. 

But I know we both could never be possible in my reality. Why?

Well, because:

A- He is the most popular guy in Mahron Stephens Scientific, Management & Technological University.

B- He is too generous for his own kind.

C- His eyes and hairstyle are his USB.

D- He is my Junior School Crush.

E- He doesn't even knows that I exist....,

The list is endless, hence, what is the point in even trying?

"Are you again quoting the thousand ridiculous reasons in your mind about why you can't tell him?"

Jackie (Jaswinder) Patel, my conniving best friend with long fake blonde curls and fake eye lashes nudges my thoughts like she has every right to.

"No, I am not Jas...Jackie, I was heading towards my locker," I convince her innocently but she quirks her eyes at me to unnerve my confession out of me. I seal my lips and look the other way to avoid any kind of inquiry which I don't want to entangle myself in.

"Arika II Mason, do you seriously think you can lie to me out of all the people you hang out with?"

Her statement invites an undivided attention, "Who else do I hang out with, you idiot?"

Her smile widens when she walks closer with me towards our locker and plays with my natural blonde prim hair, "Exactly my point girl"

"Shut up Jaswinder"

"It's Jackie, not that crap" she whispers while we both collect our books and head to the chemistry class. I chuckle as she punches my arm and I set my reading glass on. 

As soon as we enter our class, Mr. Fitcher with unruly, uncombed grey hair and a scrunched and wrinkled face stares at us with a scorn. 

"Ah, we were just waiting for you two, will you be pleased to be seated so we can start our class girls?"

I feel everyone in the class looking at us and nervousness breaks in me as I apologize for being late and stilt towards the back of the class. I do not prefer being noticed in Mr. Fitcher's class ever. I might be a nerd, I might want to become a psychologist some day, but I still don't know what made me choose chemistry. I regret that day everyday, both because of the subject and Mr. Fitcher.

He is one of his kind with dreading look and horrendously sharp voice that makes your ears bleed and beg to make him stop. UGH, I would rather hate chemistry forever.

For a few minutes, Mr. Fitecher keeps going on about metals, compounds, isotopes and isobars. I scribble down the notes endlessly, while in the back of my mind, Kiel's face appears. His chiseled jaw, sharp nose, sweet face, big gray eyes and a beautiful heart. I let out a sigh wondering what he must be doing right now. I wonder if he knows my name at least. I wonder what's his schedule and what subjects has he taken. I keep wondering about his smooth hairs when neatly combed back, about his lean body and the times when I'd seen him coming out of the gym at the corner of the lane of my house. His hot and sweaty worked up body thoughts make me squirm and I let the chain of his thoughts drive me to a farther land where I can open up to him and where I might end up having a chance with him.