Only for you

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Life is a journey, my friends and it seems as if mine one is ending right now because of self hate.

Alex Rider, the first guy who has made me feel so restless, so insecure of myself is going to sit beside me for the next half an hour and here I am- literally smelling of sweat, my hair still wet from a prank bryan thought would be best for me and my shirt sporting a blue ink stain.

Literally I was perfect…..not.

So instead of resuming smelling my hair or adjusting my shirt, I decided to look at the handsome guy walking towards me and try not to be a creep.

They say it’s your personality that matters, not your looks.

Alex walked towards me, his posture showing no signs of discomfort with student drooling at him; rather he seemed to bask in all the glory of it. As he walked towards me, it seemed as if he was deliberately walking slowly just to show that he had next to nothing interest in sitting next to me, but rather that he was repelled from the idea.

The moment that he had reached the desk, he stood still for a few moments. I felt his eyes look at me and before he could move them away, I locked my own eyes at him.

They stilled and he looked surprised for a moment. His face lost all its harshness and suddenly he smiled. His perfect lips pulled up In a small smile as he rose one eyebrow at me. It was then that I saw a small birthmark under his lower lip.

If I didn’t have such willpower, I must have just fainted.

God! Why did you make this one man so perfect in every way?

Suddenly he frowned as if he just realized something that was not so pleasant.

Don’t tell me his regretting even smiling at me. Am I that creepy?

He sat down next to me, scooting to the farthest side, the happiness evaporating out of him. Instead he was now looking towards the class, his lips in a tight line. What’s with this guy? Is he bi-polar or something?

I regretted even looking at him in the first place.

Five minutes passed and I felt like a spy. Though my eyes were on Mrs Mebbin, my other senses were on Alex. On his deep breaths or how he would occasionally check the time on his watch or how he would run a hand through his hair every time and sigh afterwards. And even the way he would tap his feet to an unknown rhythm or steal glances at me.

It was just a few seconds ago when I finally decided to look at him, but his eyes were already on me. The result was both of us looking everywhere expect for each other after that.

Literally he was a jigsaw puzzle to me and every little piece had its importance of knowing him- regardless of how small or unimportant it is to someone.

My own hand was itching to touch the tanned smooth skin on his hand as he kept it on the table. Everything about this guy is just too perfect, so it seems as if he is nothing but a fragment of the best and wildest dreams ever.