The Girl Next Door

Chapter 1

[From a second person's view]

[Play 'New Girl' by Labrinth for better reading experience]

Lily looked extravagantly pretty today. Her white dress fit her like a glove and enhanced her toned body. I had been looking at her since past few days and by each day passing I would dive more deep into her simplicity and beauty. I'd often think how someone can be so beautiful and have no friends or people around her.

I'd never seen her with anyone, as if she was invisible to people but me. But all of this never bothered me, I was so attracted to her that I'd lost contact with my own friends. I'd walk her to her house without her knowing, see her at the mall, at the coffee shop, with her hair tied up in a bun and her slender fingers holding that coffee cup. Ofcourse she didn't know me, but I knew her.
Everyday before class, I'd wait behind that white wall near the entrance gate so that I could catch her glimpse.

[Play 'Preparing For Call' by Labrinth]

Today, she didn't come. My heart started to thump and I started to sweat. I got anxious and decided to go check on her. The ride to her home was haisty. Her house was locked and I couldn't see anything from the window either.

I started worrying of what had happened to her when I saw her walking down the street. I quickly hid behind my car and waited for her to go inside the house. She looked pale but gorgeous.

[Do not play anything]

My attraction to her was getting converted into obsession and I didn't mind it. She was an epitome of beauty and I could've done anything to get her. I had made up my mind of how she belonged to me and only me. I would swell up with jealousy and insecurity when I used to see her with any man, for that matter even our professor. "She had trapped me in her ravishing aura" I'd say to myself when I felt a guilt of being obsessive passing through my mind. You are obsessive for a person you like right?

The next few days passed like a blur but I always took out time to see my love, Lily. Her face had turned brighter with each day and it only tempted me to take her photographs. I wanted to capture her and keep those tiny eyes, that perfectly curved lip and that face with me, like it was my favourite thing. It was a Wednesday and I had some free time on my hands. I took out the schedule sheet from my pocket and checked for her schedule. It was quite a task to get her timetable from the office but I know my ways.

I stole the schedule from the desk when the receptionist had gone for her lunch. Now that I knew when she'd get free from classes I could plan on how to meet her today, for the very first time. I decided to act and play. It was perfect to pretend to be a freshy because why not pretend-and-make-her-fall-in-love rather than being friends? Afterall, we all live our lives just pretending.

My clock struck 3:30pm, the afternoon sunshine was crisp. The hallway and the lawns glistened with the brightness of the sun like telling me that its a perfect chance for me to introduce myself to her. She wore a pastel blue dress, mid length with white sneakers and her hair open. Any adjectives for 'beautiful' wouldn't match for her today. She was walking past the hallway when I bumped in her.

The classic move.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I'm new here, was finding my way towards the Dean's office." I said with a tiny smile on my face.

She didn't smile back, but an eye contact was enough for me to make a home in her eyes. Her bracelets jingled when she showed me the direction. The loose strands of her pitch black hair dangled like a swing on her oval face. She had a scar on her left hand, and a small flower tattoo just right to cover it.

The bell rang sharp, and all of us had to go to attend classes. I couldn't take my eyes off from that dusky girl, who now I acclaimed to be mine. I clicked a few pictures of her sleek yet strong body from the back and started to move towards my class. I had decided to develop these pictures once my class was done and then hang them right in my room on the wall in front of my bedroom. Class was pretty boring only because my mind was somewhere else.

I had never seen someone like Lil, her simplicity pulled me harder and harder everyday. I wasn't her type and I definitely knew that. I was not the ideal type you'd call a boyfriend.

I was okay-he-looks-good-but-not-as-a-boyfriend one. My friends always told me that I'd get any girl and I'd laugh it off knowing how rubbish it was but after seeing Lily, I want that girl. I want her so bad. My mind couldn't stop playing glimpses of her face. It seemed as if she was controlling it. Her curves make me want her in ways I never imagined.

But I never showed or expressed that I own her, that she's mine, physically, mentally and emotionally. Why give her the importance, what if she runs away from me? I can't let that happen, so I will remain the - new freshy for a while now I guess.