CHAPTER 7

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My weekend was the same as usual and I don't know when did Monday arrive. I was relieved after I saw that girl and I wish I could visit every weekend but my college work always keeps me busy.

I reached the college early with a giddy feeling. I was acting like a lovesick puppy now. I went straight into his class and put that letter in his desk like earlier and left. Even today no one observed me and I couldn't be more than thankful for that.

I sat in my class reading a book when I found that there is some other person too in the class along with me. I tensed immediately not knowing who it was. I turned around and found that one of my classmates was sitting there with his head in his hands. I adjusted my specs and saw that it was Ranjith. He is a very naughty boy always cracks jokes and makes the whole class laugh. He is always busy in making pranks and all. He does have few friends and I also over heard that he also has a girlfriend.

I giggled suddenly when I remembered the prank which he pulled recently which made him to look at me. I instantly turned around and sat straight. I was fidgeting with my fingers not understanding what to do so I slowly turned around to find him wiping his tears.

Oh my god! Why is he crying now?

I slowly approached him but he didn't see me. " Umm.. I don't know what to say but why are you crying? " I asked slowly trying to sound calm.

He slowly lifted his face and gave me a puzzled look, " And why should I say you and who the hell are you to ask me? " he yelled at me.

I was taken aback with his reply. I was just trying to make him calm and here he is just yelling at me. I gave him the handkerchief which I wanted to give him. I turned around and rushed out of the class taking my bag along. Suddenly I found wetness on my cheeks and then I realized that I was crying.

Wow what a pathetic life I am leading!!

I always try my best to make people around me happy but everyone around me doesn't like my presence. Why do they hate me so much? Why do they insult me every possible time?

I ran into the washroom and cried my eyes out. I washed my face and exited the washroom and made my way to cafeteria. I took my regular coffee and sat at a corner and started sipping it slowly.

" Umm.. hey " someone said and I looked up only to meet the person I wanted to avoid forever. He sat opposite of me and he too has his own coffee cup in his hand.

I was about to get up but he caught my wrist and made me sit again. " Look I am sorry for my earlier behavior. I don't know why I reacted that way but I know it is not the best way to talk to someone. I am truly sorry " he said looking at me. I was certain that he was sincere but I just looked down not intended to meet his gaze.

" It's okay I accept your apology " I said calmly. I don't want to talk to him anything further so I silently sipped my coffee.

" Okay then I am Ranjith. May I know your name? " he said extending his hand forward.

" I know " I said instead and he looked confused with my answer. I know he don't know me but I know him very well.

" What do you mean you know? " he asked furrowing his eyebrows and I was amazed at the thickness of his brows. I ignored it though.

" I mean I know your name. Everyone in the class knows you and the teachers too " I said.

" Okay but what's your name? To be frank I didn't observe you anytime in the class and I highly doubt you are from the same class as me. No offence " he said looking at me carefully and lifted his hand in surrender.

" Actually you are right. I am just there in the class but no one observes me " I said. Talking to him felt oddly comfortable. I never spoke to anyone except for Nidhu and here I am speaking to almost stranger of course he is from my class though I felt strange talking to him.

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