The girl they will never have

34.

2 years later

The morning breeze had its usual chill making me duck my head down. I was holding tightly to the waist of the leather jacket the person was wearing. My teeth were chattering reminding me of the mistake of not wearing an helmet. Even though I had a scarf wrapped around my neck,I was thinking of actually carrying my comforter the next time. The person laughed at my condition. Because it was simply 20 degrees and I was behaving like the temperature was in negative.

"It-s  naa-t  m--ai  fa--u--lt  th--aa-t  I  ca--not  bear  th-is  col-d-ness. Y-uuuu  know I'm st-ill not accus-tomed  tooo the we-at-her here."

"Yeah. I know. I wonder how is that even possible. You have been living in this place for seventeen years now." I could imagine the person actually thinking how much time will a person need to adjust to weather. Even though it's been seventeen years,I still start to shiver at about 20 degrees. Less than that would simply make me wear sweaters and roll in comforters.

I heaved a sigh as my college was visible. I looked down at myself. I was wearing cardigan,warm full sleeved knee length shirt along with parallel pants. With my loafers. I know I have the worst fashion sense but again,I-don't-care. No one would make me soups when I'm ill just because I was a fashionista. Did I mention that my whole outfit is unmatched. Yes,it is. I didn't do that to seek attention. No. I'm not color blind either but my mind cannot process which colors would go together and which are a no-no. Although my outfit isn't too much mismatched,compared to others,it looks like a fashion malfunction.

The bike came to a halt and I got down straitening my shirt and pulling it more down. I undid my scarf and wrapped it around myself. I looked up to see the person with a playful and sweet and loving smile which I love. I couldn't help myself from smiling back. Saying a quick bye,I flung my backpack and went towards the doors.

Some students cared to see my outfit while some ignored. I speed walked to my class as I was already late. Which meant getting looks from all the students. But I think they were all now used to me being late always.

Reaching the class,I went inside getting a knowing look from the teacher.  I slipped into my seat and waited for the teacher to start.

Subject-coding.

Yep. That's what I'm studying.

Confused. Simple- I didn't get into medical school. My age turned out to be the reason because of the new rules stated by the government this year. Luck,hah. How did I react? I think I was happy. I still am. But dad wasn't happy. He wanted me to give exams after a year and then apply. I didn't want to waste one year of my life only to become something I didn't wanted to. I wanted to be a doctor,but only for my dad.

As I was finishing my senior year,I realized how much of a hygiene freak I am. I cannot hold someone else's hand,surgery is a too far fact. So that was totally impossible for me to choose it as a profession. The only thing I would gag all day long. And I don't think they would pay me for that.

So I didn't waste one year. I got accepted in another college where I willingly joined. Dad was not happy but he forgot all about it when I scored really good grades in my first year of college. So again,here i am,studying about softwares.

I scribbled whatever I thought would be important which was only about two lines. The rest all would be there in the textbook so why bother writing. I tried listening to the class but it was so damn boring that I would go back to sleep. So I simply zoned out.