OUR PURPOSE.

5. TRAIN JOURNEYS.

I know what you're thinking. Actually I have been kind of busy. *Me to myself -who are you lying to?*
Umm... It's just I had an idea for this chapter but didn't know how to put it in words.
But hey, this chapter is like my longest chapter *keeping in mind that this my first book*. Enjoy:).
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*Anurag*

I was finally getting the title of bad boy now. I don't really talk with people, so they think I am rude. And I don't do anything to oppose it. I mean why should I? It's good for my reputation.

But, why do I want to be a bad boy? My secondary school started and ended with bullying because I used to get good marks than most of the guys they called me nerd. I hated it. Moreover, I hated myself for not standing up for myself.

I am sitting in the train right now, going home.

There I saw her, leaning against the window with earphones in her ears. Zoya.

Months have passed since we have known each other. I feel this weird pull towards her. Something like an instant connection.

I introduced her to my friends, as a friend ofcourse.

I still remember the time I talked with her for the first time. It took me around 20 minutes to mentally prepare myself and 10 more to actually make a move.

But I feel I have changed alot in these months. Maybe because I am less of a introvert now or maybe because I can talk to this pretty girl about the most random things in the world and also Vishal, he is my bro. And with others it's mostly they talking and me replying.

Also, we had our exams last week and guess what I got good marks. I mean why wouldn't I? I am a scholar. And there's nothing wrong with a bad boy getting good marks. Right?

There's one more guy in our class, who got almost as good marks as me. I guess his name is Omkar. He looks pretty good. Brown eyes, beautiful smile because he has those goddamn double-dimples, well-maintained body, slightly shorter than me.

There are rumors that he is gay. I don't really think so. I mean gay guys dress like girls. They were makeup, heels and behave in a girlish way. Right? I mean that's what I have seen in movies. But, I don't give a damn about it. I am completely straight so why should I care?

"Mister Anurag, are you dead?", this sound pulled me out of my thoughts.

I didn't realize that Zoya was now standing in front of me. I really need to stop zoning out.

"You have been looking at that Uncle's bag for 10 minutes. He must be thinking you are going to steal it or more likely that you are a pyscho."

"Was I supposed to laugh?" I said with a fake rudeness.

"You don't really need to ask my permission for everything. There's something called as brain, you know." she said winking.

"Yeah, look we have reached Matunga."

"God has given me eyes, you know" I rolled my eyes at her.

"I need to go, bye!"

"Okay, bye"

With that she got down.

Saying that she is sarcastic would be an understatement. I laughed to myself.

"You are Anurag, right?" I looked back.

It was omkar. I nodded and went to stand beside him.

He just smiled. And thus, the awkward silence took over.

I tried to look at his features without looking creepy or weird, which let me tell you is very difficult when the person is right beside you.

He smells nice and has a til just below his lips. I looked at his hand when he was typing something on the phone, he had a small tattoo at his wrist of a flag. It was like a rainbow shaped as a flag. The colours weren't actually like rainbow, but similar.

Suddenly he looked up and but I was quick and I looked ahead. Not the best way but what was I suppose to do?

From the corner of my eye, I saw him smiling.

Since there was almost 10 minutes for the station to come. I decided to speak. It's just a sentence. It's okay. 1,2,3.

"You live in Parel?" I said too fast for even to me to understand.

"What?" He said and I repeated my question. He said yes and asked where I live?

"East Parel, near Mahatma Phule International School." I said trying to repress my unwanted school memories.

"You studied there?"
"Yes" He then said,"I live in Mohan Palms, almost 20 minutes away from your school."

"You live far. You walk all the way to the station?"

"No, I bring my bike" I nodded and then he asked,"Do you have the English paper pattern for final exam? I was absent yesterday." Sh*t final exam is coming. Why?!

"Yes" I said but "Only if you drop me home, I'll give it to you." What? I am just too tired to walk.

He flashed a smile and said,"I would love too."

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^til- mole

Are your parents aware of your sexual orientation?

*things got pretty serious*
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