VANSH POV:
Class starts.But… she's not here.
Where is she?
The last time I saw her was in the canteen…when I invaded her personal space.She was sweating, tense.And as I walked away, she screamed something.I liked her attitude. Wait, what?Why am I even thinking about her?
No.I can't let her mess with my head.It's just attraction.Just attraction.Right?
Mr. Aarav:"Vansh."
Me: "Yes, sir?" (He's my new class teacher. Pretty chill guy, honestly.)
Mr. Aarav: "Where is your attention? I called your name three times. Never mind—come sit in the first bench."
Me: "Yes sir. Sorry sir."(Damn, this girl is really in my head. Ugh.)
Pearl: "Sir, may I come in? Sorry, I was in the washroom."
Mr. Aarav: "Come in. Sit here, first bench. Next to Vansh. You're an old student, so help him out."
Pearl: "But sir—umm, nothing. Okay…"
She sits next to me.Side-eyes me.Says nothing.And for some reason…I hate this silence.
So I speak first.
Me: "Can you tell me the syllabus? Like, when do the exams start or whatever?"
Pearl:"Huh. I won't tell you anything until you say sorry to me."
Me: "What? 'Sorry' and me are two opposite terms. And sorry for what? You bumped into me, remember?"
Pearl: "Are you always this mean? Or are you just being mean to me? And say sorry for the rude way you spoke to me, you—you wandering soul!"
Me: "What—wait, what did you just call me!?"