Don't Get Me Wrong (Middle of Revamping)

Chapter 2: Let's Put It Into Motion

The moment I hear that voice, I immediately know who it belongs to, and I prepare myself to face this guy. The one guy who makes me as nervous as anything, and no matter how much I try to avoid him, he's there: Neil Grover.

Neilish Grover is one of the most popular seniors at my school, and honestly, I can see why. He's so nice and outgoing, and everyone has nothing but good things to say about him. He's one of the 'popular kids',  but he's the only one in that group who actually has a head on their shoulders.

Well, he's really nice to everyone except me. But we'll get to that later.

He's also popular because he's just a perfect student.

 I'm serious, this guy is good at everything.

-He's the resident concertmaster (first chair of first violin) of our Euphonic orchestra (our top orchestra), and he's been in that position since freshman year. I mean, he's been learning violin since he was 6, so it makes sense. His violin solos are so beautiful that they'll make you cry.

-He's been the DECA VP of Marketing since sophomore year. Not just that, he won first place at Internationals for his event last year and third place before that. At Internationals!

-He's our Varsity Basketball Co-Captain, and apparently he's really good. I'm pretty sure he's just milking it, but we'll see. Basketball season starts in November, anyway.

-He's the StuCo (Student Council) Treasurer.

-Most importantly, he's the SALUTATORIAN of his class. #2 out of 563 people, and he's been there since freshman year. And oh yeah. He DOESN'T cheat. He's so smart that he could give Einstein a run for his money.

So yeah, in the end, he's your typical overachieving and try-hard Indian boy. But the thing is, he doesn't even try! It's just effortless for him.

"You know I say hi to everyone except you," I snap, my voice laced with humor as I look back at his smiling face.

"Stop being so mean to me, Tatvi." I roll my eyes, internally facepalming myself as he replies with such amusement and hubris.

"You make it so easy, Neelam," and I giggle as he rolls his eyes and swats my arm lightly, cringing at the nickname I gave him.

Before anyone says anything, I'm not falling for the "he picks on you because he likes you" schtick. No. Just no. He picks on me because he thinks I'm easy.

"What have I done to you, Tweet?" Great, he brought out my nickname too. He gives me a sly smile as he notices me facepalming and mumbling to myself, giving me a little nudge. I look at him, trying hard not to gawk at him.

Look, even if Neil is annoying as hell, you have to admit that he's a literal masterpiece. Even after 18 years of knowing him, he's still the most handsome guy I've ever seen. No fictional character could ever compare to him. He used to be this super chubby and adorable kid, but puberty and the gym decided to bless him, and by the time he turned 16, he looked like a frickin' model. He took off his braces, and now, he looks like this. 

God, he looks like such a prince. The prince that can just sweep you off your feet with that smile and charisma.

He's my exact type: he's smart, sweet, funny, and confident. And SO HOT.

Let's hope he doesn't find out that I said that. Because even if he's the epitome of what I look for in a person, he loves annoying the crap out of me.

"Do you really want me to list everything?" I conclude as he whines a little.

"You know, I thought we could start this year on a clean slate. But nope, you're still stuck in the old days," he pouts as I playfully pat his head. His sister Deepa just stifles her laughter while listening to this whole debacle.