Out of her league

Chapter 1

It was a usual Sunday evening and I was supposed to feel extremely relaxed. Just that I didn't. Everything in my life was going NORMAL until my house owner decided to call me yesterday and tell me that a new tenant was going to shift to this house and occupy the other vacant master bedroom in the house. You see, I was never good with communication...especially not with the human species. So you would have guessed that this is not going to end well for me. But what's worse is that my house owner mentioned it to be a "he" and I am contemplating the decision of continuing to stay in this house. Now, you might be thinking that I am kind of over exaggerating on my dislike for having interactions with the human species. But you are utterly wrong!

  I was never always like this, just that after having certain UNFORGETTABLY obnoxious experiences in my school life, I never really wanted to involve myself into a social life that consisted of all that drama. Ever since then, I have been alone. I mean I go to work and still have to interact with people, but nobody dares to start a conversation with me because I pretend to be rude to them by replying curtly. It might be nice to have conversations with people sometimes... but I'm afraid that they will try to have more conversations with me and I really wouldn't be in the mood to talk to them. And this happens to be my mood most of the time, so I don't really want to get myself into that commitment anyways... I have grown accustomed to being alone and I liked the feeling of being alone. I won't be judged and I could just be myself. I don't think I would be given such a privilege if I actually had a social life.

  But as times passed, I realised I forgot how normal conversations sound like. Okay, that might be an exaggeration but the point being, I forgot how to talk normally to people without making the situation awkward. I just don't know what to say! Because talking also needs practice and honestly, the longest conversations I have is with my parents in India, which doesn't even last for half an hour .-. And now, a new tenant in my house and can you imagine my pain?!?! I would have to talk to him everyday unless I decide to ignore him too. BUT he will be judging me everyday if I pretended to be rude... what a burden!

  I found myself jolting awake from my deep thoughts when I heard the jingling of keys. SOUNDS LIKE THE PERSON WITH THE KEYS IS NEAR MY DOORSTEP!!! I thought we were going to share keys... Of course not, you dummy. Definitely caught me by surprise because I thought I would be the one opening the house for him. I winced at the thought of having to talk to someone. AND that someone being a person that I don't even know. AND a male and for some reason I am even more awkward around men. OH MY WHAT A SURPRISE (again, sense the sarcasm). Maybe it's going to be a grouchy old man. Maybe both of us can be grouchy together and not talk to each other at all. Yep, sounds like a good plan.

  I was brought out of my reverie when I heard the sound of the keys entering the knob. And that was when I noticed... I WAS NOT WEARING MY SHORTS!!!!!

CRISIS.

And these are the times when you realise your true athletic potential.

Because the next thing I did was to run to my room like my life depended on it and slam the door JUST before the door opened. And I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm the rudest person he has ever seen.

But for now, I have escaped successfully. LOL.