High On Life

8: Je T'aime......Pas !

Right, so the title translates to 'I love you....' No, I'm not gonna tell you the last word :p Google it up ;) Hope you enjoy the chapter ♡

Nida's POV:

I yawned as I stood in the assembly hall along with a thousand other students, waiting for our lazy ass principal to give a stupid speech he scheduled for today.

Maham nudged me. "Yo, what do you think his speech is about?"

"Not sure. Must be some disciplinary issue with the students."

All of a sudden, someone comes and stands beside me. I look over my shoulder to find a guy slightly taller than me with chestnut brown and spikey hair and dreamy green eyes.

"Hi." He said.

"Hey.....Are you new here?" I ask.

"Yep. I know, I know I'm late. But I couldn't quite get into the high school I wanted, so ended up here." He smiled.

"Right. Nida. Freshman year." I smile and reach out my hand.

He shakes it saying. "Harry. Same here. Nice to meet you Nida....uh.. Indian?"

I chuckled. "No. Proud Pakistani."

"So, Desi basically." He confirms.

"Yep."

"Nice. I'm obsessed with Desi stuff. You know, Bollywood movies, shalwar kameez, those Punjabi bhangray and stuff." He grins.

"Wow ! Your pronounciation for these things is actually pretty impressive for a white guy."

"Like I said, 'obsessed'." He winks and I laugh. "Definitely obsessed."

Soon, the principal comes up on stage and starts his speech. "Attention students. I would like to begin my speech by welcoming all my freshmen students at Richard Shane High. Hope you all have a great year and all upcoming years. Right. As I'm sure you know, Richard Shane has a good record in academics as well as co-curricular activities. So, bla bla blaa...." And he kept going on and on about how there will be competitions to encourage participation, sportsmanship, and teamwork. Bleh ! Why are all school principals the same?

"So, what's your room number?" I ask Harry.

"15B."

"Same. Well, see you in class." I say my toodles and leave for class.

As I walked through the hallways to my locker, I bump into Shehry and fall.

"Oh.. sorry." He gives me a hand, helping me up.

"It's alright." I smiled at him and he smiled back.

He then passed by me, and headed to class. I expected him to stop by and have a little chit chat about last night, but I guess not. Oh well. I shrugged and strolled towards class.

It was English class and Harry sat beside me. Uh.. why?

"Hey. Can you just gimme a heads up on the system and everything. Hope you don't mind." He says, a little embarassed.

"Naah, it's perfectly okay." I beamed at him and began explaining how the assignments, assessments and all other shit works here at Richard Shane.

The class just went on and right when the teacher turns his back on us, I shot a quick glance at Shehry who was busy doing his work. #TrueNerd

Soon class ended and we all went to our lockers to grab our books for Biology class. Shehry's locker wasn't that far from mine, and from the corner of my eye, I could feel him looking in my direction but I didn't bother to look back because it would make things all awkward.