The Stargazer who fell for the Moon

10| Summer

Chapter song: This Town

5 years back...

"Are you freaking blind?"

I was never a morning person. And this morning had to be the worst of all. It was my first day at Harvard University and I was already late. On top of it I had to pour my coffee all over this psycho. Well... handsome psycho who cannot stop screaming just because I've ruined his $300 shirt.

"Well I'm really sorry..."

"...how can someone be so stupid?" He had been ranting for the past fifteen minutes now and was not even listening to me.

"Can you stop?" He looked at me, shocked. "God you're so annoying! I apologised, okay? I'm really sorry. I didn't intend to ruin your shirt and it's also your fault that you were not looking at where you were going."

He looked at me like I had grown another head. "Excuse me? You're the one who was running around like a mad person."

How dare he? "I beg your pardon? Firstly, I'm definitely not mad nor do I run around like a mad person. I don't have time to deal with you right now. Look, how about you let me go right now and I'll pay you back somehow later? I'm already late for my class and it's my first day here."

"Fine but just because I have classes too." He all but grumbled and started to walk away. It was then that I realized that I was lost and didn't know the direction to my class. I thought about asking the grumpy guy about it.

"Excuse me!" He turned around.

"What do you want now?"

"Uh.. I'm actually lost right now. Could you please tell me the way to the psychology lecture in room 36?"

He smirked before replying "of course. Go straight before turning right. It's the third door to the left in the hallway." He then walked away before I could even thank him. I followed his direction, knocked on the said door and entered the room after getting the permission. To my surprise, it was a class of Economics. It was rather too late when I realised that grumpy guy had made a fool out of me. Thankfully the Economics professor was kind enough and showed me the correct way to the Psychology class. Needless to say, I missed my lecture as I was first of all in the wrong building.

'I hate that arrogant guy so much.' I thought to myself on the way to the canteen. 'Who the hell does he think he is? My whole day has been ruined. And I didn't even get to drink my morning coffee because of him. Harvard has been my dream but now I wonder how these 3 years are going to pass...'

The rest of my morning went pretty well if I dare say so myself. My classes went quietly and I made no effort to talk to someone. I was pretty quiet back in high school and had decided that my 3 years spent here would be the same. I went to Stanfield High, a grand high school to say the least, filled with rich kids. The only difference from your usual high school was that there was not really any stuck up brat who loved to show off; mainly because most of was pretty much of the same status and wearing branded shirts made no difference to the other person. But things were going to be different here. Since no one here knew of my real identity, I was going to keep a low profile and blend in with the crowd. Little did I know how difficult a certain person was going to make that...

"Hey, butterfly! Stop!" I looked back to see that it was the same stupid, rich and arrogantly obnoxious guy from before. "Where do you think you're going? You still owe me a shirt." He had a smug smile on his face that made me want to knock out all his teeth. I had to remind myself of my promise to keep a low profile in order to keep my anger in reign.

"What gave you the right to call me anything that comes to your mind? And about that $300, I'll give it to you tomorrow. I don't have that much money with me right now. Or even better, I will buy you a new one and send it to you. Just send me your address." I was willing to do whatever it took to get him off my back at the moment. I was hungry and craving a chicken and mayo sandwich. But it looks like the brat had other plans.

"Oh no, not so easily! You are definitely going to pay me right now," he said with an annoyingly stupid smirk etched on his handsome face that I was itching to wipe off. "I don't trust girls like you. I know for a fact that if I give you my address, all you will do is end up at my doorstep tonight asking for a one night stand," he scoffed.

"EXCUSE ME? HOW DARE YOU-"

"Oh please! Don't try to act like you were not drooling over me like five seconds ago." He said with a scoff. 

Seriously? Some nerve of this guy to call me out on what I was doing only mentally. I mean come'on, it's not crime to admire someone's beauty in your head. Not that I was going to admit it in front of the rude and arrogant greek god!

"WHAT? Now look here mister," I started while pointing my finger towards his face. "I. AM. NOT. INTERESTED. IN. YOUR. STUPID. ARROGANT. FREAKISHLY HANDSOME. FACE? GOT IT? Now move out of my way! I've got more important places to be at rather than in front of your stupid personality." There, I had finally let it all out. I just hope my stomach doesn't grumble now.

"Freakishly handsome? Damn!" He let out a slow whistle before continuing. "So you were  admiring my face? I knew you were going to turn out like one of those creepy stalkers that keep following me all around the campus. Now give me back me three hundred dollars," he said the last part in anger. I honestly can't keep up with this guy's mood swings.

"Look, I really don't have that much money right now. I am also in a hurry. Let's find a compromise here. You were upset about me spoiling your shirt, I get that. I would have been too. But I missed most of my first lecture because of you and I have agreed to give you a shirt."

"Fine, bring the money tomorrow. But the only reason why I agreed is because I am hungry. Meet me right here at the same time tomorrow." He turned around and left as soon the words reached my ear.

 ~|~

If only his stupid revenge ended with me giving him the money back. But no, the next day at lunch, after giving that arrogant guy his money back, he decided that it would be an excellent idea to dump his pasta on my white shirt in front of the whole cafeteria. My favourite, off-shoulder white shirt that was now ruined forever. And yes, I had decided to be the better person and quietly walked to the washroom; where I screamed with all my might to take out my anger. 

Hey, just because I decided to be mature doesn't mean I don't get angry!

I took off my ruined blouse and threw it in the trashcan before wearing only my sweater and walked back to next lecture with an empty stomach. And yes, I happened to have a spare sweater in my backpack. I always kept it with me along with an extra pair of jeans for emergency purposes. You never know when they come in handy. But now I was not only frustrated and pissed off as hell, but I was also extremely hungry. And these three emotions are never good together in a girl. I wanted more than nothing to go and lash out on him. But instead I attended my lecture quietly. Why you ask?

Because the last thing I wanted to do was to attract any kind of attraction in New York.

I CANNOT BELIEVE IT. I ABANDONED THIS BOOK FOR A YEAR. To be honest with you all, I had a writer's block and then I kinda lost inspiration for this book. I was going to delete this book but didn't have the heart to do it. And then inspiration came and hit me out of nowhere today. So here it is.

To remove any kind of confusion, this chapter was a flashback.

Qu: What's your favourite song at the moment?

Love,

Shreya x