Bound Hearts, Shweta Patil [free reads .txt] 📗

can't hold back my smile which spread across my face from ear to ear. I quickly make my way for his pictures and though they don’t do him justice they are awesome. I go through all of them but one of the pic I like the most.

 

In that he was in a mall with the same shirt I have seen him, holding his cap's front end which have written 'batman' on it and a slight smile on his angelic face. My stomach gets all fluttery after seeing that pic.

 

What in heaven's name was this all about? Get a grip, Sam!

 

I quickly save it before guilt can creep into my conscience and take it in my cell phone to show it to Jess and to tell her that I accepted his friend request(Girls just don't accept the truth without proof). Oh, Jess is going to be so jealous. I feel a pang of sympathy.

 

I am going through his page when a message pops up on my monitor. I close my eyes and take a deep, purifying breath to control my excitement.

 

It's from him.

 

I wait for a minute before opening the chat box. A girl should never look to eager. It’s like some girl code or something. I frown at myself. Since when did I become so tacky? I shake my head and went on reading his message.

 

March 21

 

Zayn: Hi

 

me: hi

 

z: v r in d same clg

 

m: yeah I know

you don't know me though,do u?

 

Of-course he doesn’t know you fool. You aren’t famous. I chided myself.

 

z: no i dnt knw u

 

m: yeah..me2

 

I feel a little smug typing it.

 

z: Is it ok?

 

m: yes

v r in same clg as u pointed

 

z: lol right

wch branch n year?

 

m: SE comps.. u?

 

z: SE mech

 

I feel a strange relief knowing it. It would have been a little awkward to crush on if he has been in first year.

 

z: so what is ur result if u don’t mind me asking?

 

m: All clear

 

z: wow smart girl...

y dnt u take classes

u can teach duffers like me

 

m: how can I..

I hate teachers myself

 

“Though I can make an exception for you”, I want to say but I don’t.

 

z: datz not ur fault

v r in engineering

 

m: yeah..ri8

n I'm also of ur type

 

No..i do not say it as a double meaning.

 

z: no.. u r super grl..

 

m: I didn't buy books yet and exams are just on the corner.

 

z: wow...interesting

den u r writing books urself...

 

m: ofcrs not -_-

 

z: den maybe u go to library when clg ends everyday.. :D

 

m: lol

 

z: haha..I saw ur pics

n der is a girl in mech who is like u

I mean thin like u..Bruce Lee ;p

 

He is so calling me names and it just what five minutes of talking. He certainly proves me wrong. I thought of him as a flirt and he happens to be.. fun. Don’t know if it makes me feel better or worse though. If he has seen my pics then he know I’m tomboyish. I hope it not influenced him. Though that wink has to count for something, right? I scratch the back of my neck and think about a smart mouth comment.

 

m: I go to martial arts so u can call me that

 

 

z: Have u swore to scare me? :O

first all clear and now dis

 

m: yep..ri8

 

z: den plz forgive me

if I hv done any mistake.. ;p

 

m: oh.. that’s better ;p

 

z: if any girl tried to flirt with me den I'll surely tell u her name :D

 

m: kk..done

I would like to break someone's bones

 

After I wrote it I knew this sentence isn’t entirely a joke but it surely is incomplete because I don't have the nerves to complete it. I would like to break that girl's bones who would try to flirt with you or get close to you. I don’t know what’s bringing these thoughts on. I have never felt possessiveness over someone.

 

z: yaww.. :O

no..let it be ;p

 

m: okk.. :D

now gotta go..ttyl

 

z: okzz..

bubye

ws nyc talking to u....

 

m: same here

 

*log out*

 

Holy Shit, I hate myself for doing this. I don't want to go anywhere just to huddle here and talk to him all day but I do not want to sound overzealous and neither want to come on him full force. I am talking with him for the first time for Christ's sake, I have to act decent. And secondly, I just could not believe this. I seriously talked with him and he talked damn nice just as his looks. I wanted to ask him that why he didn't come to college for two days but then It will be too soon to ask this type of personal question and feeding my stalker tendencies. I valiantly attempt to calm down and gather my thoughts. I shake my head. Holy crap, what was that?

 

I look at the clock and it says thirty past eight. I shut down my pc and turn air conditioner on and lights off. I spread on my bed X-like with a smile to brighten all state. I'm way too much confused about my heady mixture of feelings. As sleep consumes me I dream about fighting ninjas.

 

I wake up groggily and check my cell phone. I scowl at it. It flashes 7:15 am on it. Damn my alarm clock to hell it just doesn’t know how to behave. I have had set it up for 6:45. Now I'm going to be late as seventy five per cent of the time. I hastily make my way to the bathroom all the time cussing my alarm clock. I get ready in 10 minutes. Gathering my books and pushing them in my satchel, I head out the door pulling at my jeans.

 

It's a quarter to eight when I arrive. I scurry over to my seat and sit down. Jess arches her eyebrows at me and then looks at me from corner of her eye with a question in her eyes that's supposedly why I'm late. I just ignore her. It’s not like she doesn’t know the answer. The lecture went smoothly then though the professor gave me sharp looks which I ignored as well. When it ends, I stuff my things in my satchel when someone nudges my back from behind. I whirl quickly.

 

"God, you scared me shitless you fool." My hands go naturally towards my heart.

 

"Don't be chicken." Jess says with a ghost of a smile in her expression. I keep my face impassive and start walking out.

 

"Okay. You are no chicken. Why so late?" She drapes her arm around my waist.

 

I gave her look and she nod sympathetically. I’m not so sure if she finds it funny or not to ask me that question every alternate day.

 

"I have a newz." She says with a smile crinkling her eyes at the corners, a greedy look on her face. My eyes get bigger because I wanted to say the same thing. But I content my surprise.

 

"What?"

 

"Any guesses?"

 

"Will u tell?" I question her question.

 

"I saw him -- that hottie -- from cafe." She says jumping up and down.

 

"When?" I say without showing much curiosity.

 

"Today, morning, at the entrance. He was with his friends. Why you are not surprised at all? We were searching for him madly like last three days if u remembers." She shakes me not happy with my less enthusiasm. And I feel bad for not telling her right away about that. I should have messaged her.

 

"Because he is my friend now and I don't have to keep an eye on him from far." I smile an apologetic smile which was not-so-apologetic.

 

"WHAT? how?" She grips at my upper arm and We abruptly come to an halt.

 

"Jeez. It's not a big of a deal. He sends me a friend request and I accepted it. Nothing else." I say each word slowly to calm down her nerves.

 

"And when did all this happen?" She asks accusingly crossing her arm over her chest.

 

"Woahh..Calm down Ricky Bobby. Yesterday."

 

"You talked with him?" She looks me directly in the eye. My face turns scarlet. "Didn't you." Not so much question anymore.

 

I just nod out of words.

 

"You are blushing."

 

"IYD" Holy Crap. I wish I could lie but my face always gives me away.

 

"Oh, I am so JEALOUS but happy for you. Now This is going to be a news" We hug and start walking hand in hand. All hiding forgotten for the time being. She is my dearest friend.

 

"So, can I take your phone for two minutes?" She smiles her sweet smile and I know instantly where she's heading with this. I want to show her his pic but It's not the right time.

 

"No, Jess."

 

"I just want to read." She begs with puppy dog eyes.

 

"I know that that's why 'NO'. A big no. There is nothing special."

 

"Then too. I'm your best friend and no hiding of information among BFFs." She held her hand up for my phone which is in my hand. But, before she try to snatch it I start to run and she chase me down the hallway. We are so not acting like the responsible students that we are. What are we by the way..five?

 

"You can't do this with me. You know I'll catch you." Her voice fades as I run. I'm much faster than her.

 

"Will see you at lunch." I yell while running and laughing in-between my panting breaths. Of-course she hear that because I can hear her curses behind me across the hallway.

CHAPTER 3

 

 

 

 

 

Today is my internal exam so I get ready real quick. I restrain my hair in a tight ponytail wearing my ironed blue semi-sleeves shirt and dark brown trouser. I check in the mirror before heading out. Wow. I look presentable.

 

I go directly into the lab which is on the ground floor in my college. The teacher arches her eyebrows as I stand self-consciously before her. I smooth one of the escaped tendrils of my ponytail behind my ear as I pretend she doesn't intimidate me. To be honest, I hate external vivas. She hands me my sheet. Thanking her, I walk over to seat with my group.

 

The presentation starts half an hour after I entered. We all are divided in groups for giving ppt and Jess's number is not in today's list. So, she has the day off.

 

When my number came it's already afternoon. My ppt goes well and the teacher remarks me by writing 'good' in her general. I inwardly sigh. I shove my file in my bag and head out. I feel drained and very exhausted. I have never been comfortable with one-on-one conversations where I sit twitching nervously and twiddling my thumb, always preferring the anonymity of a group discussion where I can sit inconspicuously at the back of the room where no one can see me. I take an enormous sigh of relief. It's over now. One down five to go.

 

I take a cab outside of my college and head home.

 

I'm agitated to be out of the house. I ring bell three times. My mom opens the door and smiles brightly after seeing it's me. I smile a weak smile and enter.

 

"Hey hon, how's your exam went?" She asks genuinely curious.

 

"Went well. I secured an 'A'." I make my way to my room.

 

"Aren't you going to have supper? It's evening now." I'm not in the state to answer. I'm exhausted. I go straight in the bathroom and