Strange Love

Introductions

" Hey!! Sure." I squeaked. What is wrong with me . Why do i get all hot and bothered by his mere presence . Control zaara control. Where did you lose your sanity . Gosh i am behaving like a fan girl. I was brought out of my mental argument by the sound of chair screeching next to me . That's when i got a whiff of his cologne. I am sucker for the guys who smelled delicious. I was already in the dreamland. What is this guy doing to me. " you guys don't mind right?" He enquired again . " not at all. Actually we could use a new company. Right zaara ?" My traitor of a bestie asked me with a knowing smile. "Yeah !! Sure why not" i replied hiding my beetroot red face .
Everyone started to tell about their first day as seniors and what and they have to do whom to propose whom to hit on blah blah the typical highschool topics . My eyes slowly wandered to his and to my utter surprise he was looking right back at me . Sheeshh !! Now he caught me staring. Finally we all finished our lunch and got up to throw it in the dustbin. That's when the school bell rang announcing that our break over. Everyone started rushing to their classes including me.
"Hey! What class do you have now?" He asked me.
"Uhmm!! Physics !!" I replied.
"Wow. Me too. So you won't mind right if I tag along?" He asked me with those mesmerising eyes. God ! I will never get tired of looking in to those eyes.
"Nope." I replied.
We together made our way to class. Everyone was giving us curious glance. May be cause they are seeing me walking with someone else other than from my gang or may be cause he is good looking .
I know my life is boring. Its true I never had boyfriend before. What to do ? No one were eye catchy according to my view and the one whom I felt eye catchy turned out to be my player of a bestfriend. Yes you got it right. My so called not so old crush Aaish .
Finally we made it to our class before the last bell. Here goes another hour of torture. Butterflies here I come. Please give me some control. I dont want to get embarassed again infront of him (Fingers crossed).