Meant To Be

Chapter Nine | Sophia

Sophia

So today my parents didn't wake up early, and neither did I. Well who are you kidding, I never wake up on my own. Alarms in phones are only handy when I actually want to wake up. So, now it's eight thirty.

And no, I didn't wake up by myself. Zoya shook me awake, "Yippee I woke up first! I won!"

"Was there even a wake-first competition?"

I took a bath and got myself ready, and now here I am chilling on a deck chair - or what do you call it - a lounge chair, under the sun, wearing my favourite Vogue sunglasses. Well if you are not used to me bragging about my awesome dressing sense, then you better do, because I am one too proud girl (except for some unfortunate days like the one traveling from Mumbai...)

One weird thing about me that you should know: I judge people. Yeah I do judge people. According to their communication skills, their gentleman or hipster skills, their humor and sarcasm skills, and very importantly, their dressing skills.

Flaunting in my denim capris and a lose white T-shirt, I sit by the pool and dip my feet in it. I am humming a song in low volume when I notice someone walking out through the glass door. It is that same guy I met yesterday. Mm cool.

Yesterday after meeting me in the corridor, he told me that I am 'one pretty lady'. So I just thanked him and left quickly so that I could get in the washroom and blush to the fullest. Yes, someone pretty handsome suddenly telling me I'm pretty makes me blush. Though I won't let it show any damn how.

Today as I see him, he looks at me and smiles from a distance. He has got a really expressive smile. I smile back at him and give a tiny wave.

Don't you think this is awkward, because he is advancing toward me with his hands in his pockets, and I am confused whether to look at him or to look elsewhere. What am I supposed to do when I get attention from a cool guy? I mean like a too cool guy.

But anyways, since I am not used to meeting strangers (until they are not the ones I meet in Dad's official parties), I am not skillful enough in behaving, so I just look into the water.

"Aryan? Oh there you are!" Another guy swings through the glass door and reaches for the boy from yesterday. "You got a video call from...." he drags him back in behind the glass door where I spot a group of boys, which I guess is this guy's friends.

I start humming again as the group disappears somewhere inside. After a while, someone pops out of there again, and this time, it is my sister.

"Hey Zoy." I say as she comes near me with her collection of pages which she calls a diary.

"Hey, see I made a paper airplane. How is it?" She asks.

"It's good," I take it from her and fly it in the air. It swirls in the air before landing on the deck. Zoya goes to pick it up, satisfied by the flight of her craft. She's about a distance from it when the sea breeze blows it once again and there it goes directly into the sea.

She turns at me and pouts sadly.

"Don't worry, we could make paper boats you know? Water isn't always bad anyway." I take out a paper from her diary as her excited expression returns back to her face.

The next moment we have some four or five paper boats floating in the pool. We even scribbled some stupid things with waterproof markers on the paper, like, 'bless you because you picked this up (not if you are a worker cleaning the pool cursing at this childish stuff). - Anonymous.'

And, 'I was tired of walking the path, so I started floating around. - Anonymous.'

Zoya leaves after a while because it is time for her favourite cartoon series. I grab the book lying on the lounge chair - a copy of The Alchemist - and resume reading it. I have already completed it, but I like it enough to reread.

Time flies by without my noticing and soon people start crowding the area, which is my cue to leave.

I leave the deck and walk through the hallway, when some instinctive feeling hits me. Is something wrong? My instincts are always right. And I believe them. Did I forget something? Am I missing something?

I keep walking till I reach my room. My eyes narrow as I think. What did I do there? I sat, made paper boats and read a book.

The book.

It's not in my hand. Oh no.

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Author's note:

Lovable readers!

So here I wrote from Sophia's POV because I guess you sometimes need to hear from a girl too. And you also need to know what she thinks of Aryan. Cool, that is. Ship on the ship.

Read, vote, ship and smile.