I do not know why I looked at her a minute longer. When the direction of my eyes started shifting to her like bees to honey. My lunch breaks were spent outside with my friends, but now that around her, going out of this classroom holds no candle. I thought I was here daily, as my friends were not leaving. But here I am, with my friends outside, and yet I have no desire to join them. Even though we both know that I will win our daily challenge, it excites me. Who will manage to leave the class first? I can easily pick her up and win, but her smile on winning is worth losing. It is a fun dispersal activity that fills boring time, so why not fully indulge? I have nothing to lose. These days, I have my AirPods on before class to listen to music because I know she will ask for the other one. I see her, and my hands go to find the case. She piqued my interest with her wild tastes and obsessions. Our talks did not revolve around mundane things but craziness, and she matched me at every level, or at least tried to, which was fairly cute. Her trying to win is adorable because I can just pick her up. My class amusement has become counting the number of items slipping from her hands. There is nothing more to do during the boring classes, so wondering about her clumsiness is better. Every day she turns around to play rock-paper-scissors with others, and my eyes snap at her expression. Her face changes emotions on a flip, which is better than seeing the sleepy, dead faces around me. She sleeps more than others in the class, finding comfort in lectures and wooden desks. Once, she even found comfort in my arm as a cushion on the terrace. I failed strength to move my arm even if it numbs. She was tired from her day, and the chair was uncomfortable. To my surprise, she leaned on my arm and held it. I have no complaints if she keeps it forever.
I don’t think I imagined that eye contact between me and her. The eye contact was brief, but it had so much. I wanted to give in to the suggestion of pinning her to the wall. But I’m unsure if that’s all I would do if she were close to me. She looked at me with uncertain yet challenging eyes, and just like that, the moment passed along with my chance. The feeling unveiled itself in one punch; I couldn’t ignore it anymore that she and her antics, craziness, clumsiness, and touch had crept into my heart. All efforts are in vain trying not to smile looking at her. I want to hug her whenever I want, talk to her anytime on video calls, listen to her ramble, and call her my girl :)
Author's Note- Maybe I'm the girl here, and maybe irl too, right boyo ;)
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