Kevin? Sitting next to my ex?

Wow, they are friends. 

Naozi Watts, another nerd that I dated for like a year. In the beginning, it was all good. Six months later, I got to know he was dating my best friend at that moment. Not like I was pissed or anything, I just found the entire situation hilarious. Also, I hadn't been all that serious.

She went from best friend to stranger real quick though.

I honestly can't think of one moment in your life when you were actually serious.

Why do you always remember only stupid things?

Why don't you ever listen to me?

I do what I want. So just shut up!

At this point, I was seriously hoping no one can see me talking to myself.

 I remember when it was our art class and he said he likes me and he wants me to be his girlfriend. And I just said yes, obviously. I tagged along with his best friend and it was a pretty good year. Only when it was the next academic year, it just slowly fell apart. No hard feelings though, we were still friends. We were definitely academic rivals though. We still are. 

You are a player. That's what you are. 

Why does my brain talk to me like I have a double digit body count? My body count is double zero.

Deep down, I always thought about it. In the beginning, when people tried asking me if I was a player, it did hurt. Maybe a little. But then, I gradually got used to it and began to grow out of it. I never minded being called a player now. 

Also, it's not that I am doing drugs or sex. I have never done either of those. I just enjoy healthy flirting. I have never even kissed anyone, other than my pillow. 

I was sitting extremely close to both of them. 

"Wait what? " I spoke in my head again. 

"Did I just hear my name? Were they talking about me?" 

It was too late when I realized that I had been staring at them for 6 straight minutes. Maybe more. I must have looked very funny because Kevin just laughed and was holding his stomach like his abs were going to fly away.

 He somehow managed to suppress himself in under 10 seconds and extended his hand toward me. 

"I just wanted to say that the tiny blood clot on your lips looks good on you," he said.

My fingers involuntary touched my lips and I felt a tiny dot from where I peeled off my dry skin. 

 So much for looking charming everyday.

Gosh, he had perfect teeth. He looked like the attractive bad guy in every story I ever read.

I couldn't help smiling, no matter how much I tried to control it. "Drashelle, some random girl." I pulled my hand back when he squeezed my fingers for a second. I had a feeling he would be my guy for this year if all went well.

"Random? You don't look like some random girl. I can already feel your excitement buzzing in your chest." 

Naozi flinched as he heard it and took a glance at me and just chuckled to himself. I forgot his presence among us. There's surely a game going on here. Why is he friends with Kevin anyway?

Are they academic rivals? Oh man, this is going to be exciting.

Could you please stop being overdramatic? Your stupidity is killing me.

Can you please shut up? I think I am in love. Again.

"I just like meeting new people. It's exciting, isn't it?" I asked, simultaneously taking note of the way he took his time to reply.

"You are exciting, for sure." He looked at my desk and noticed my thick novel hidden under the larger textbooks. "How do you manage reading and studying?"

"Well, I do a lot of hard work. Then I wait for the tree to grow and reap its fruits." I frowned at my textbook that was glaring at me and looked at him again. "But then maybe my tree just dies due to global warming or something. I don't know.

"Damn girl." He threw his back in laughter and covered his eyes with his fingers. "I love vibing with a funny girl. What else can you do?"

"Talk shit," I replied immediately. 

Wow, that was the only thing you could think of? What happened to your smart replies?

Don't you think it was smart?

It was dim-witted and a blunt reply. He already hates you. 

"But I do like exploring new things and -"

"Well, if you mean you like exploring me, I am all yours," he replied immediately.

 He stared at my face, waiting for my reaction as his words washed over me.

I absolutely do not care about sex. I live with my parents and I have my own reasons about not wanting physical contact yet. But I also couldn't stop myself from blushing. A part of me is also pretty glad that he thinks I am attractive enough to have sex with.

"Can you tell me more about  yourself?" I asked him. 

"Are you not one of those crazy girls that stalk?" he asked me back. 

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me. "Oh my goodness, what makes you say that?" He decided to not reply and gives me the most charming smile that resembled pretty close to Flynn Rider. His dentist probably hangs a picture of him on the wall. What a perfect set of teeth. 10/10.

"I am trying to have a serious conversation, Kevin," I said through giggles and he lowered his head. I could briefly see the shape of his shoulder and his biceps look like they are the size of my face. Nice.

"And I am subtly trying to avoid it!" he said.  Bold of him. Maybe he is trying to play safe.

I don't like being vulnerable. I like to be independent and unpredictable. People who are similar to you automatically know your next moves, the friends you like to be with, the type of music you want to listen to, and have an uncanny ability to bring your mood extremes back to normal.

"Well, it was nice meeting you. I'll see you around," I replied as casually as possible.

"Oh yeah, of course, we will see each other. Maybe a lot more than you wish for." I must have caught him off guard because he seemed slightly disappointed that I didn't talk more.

"How can you be so sure?" I asked.

"I know a person's personality better than anyone. All it takes is just one look," he replied coolly and turned to finish the rest of his talk with Naozi.

Wow, that was an amazing conversation. I am probably going to replay this scene over and over in my head before sleeping. A paper ball flew on my left and struck a cupboard at the front of the class. I could hear cheering from the back. The typical back benchers. 

The cupboard looked like a furniture in distress. Definitely an aesthetic that matched my personality perfectly. Maybe if the cupboard had a voice in it, it would probably say, "Don't mind me. I am just in the corner having another existential crisis."

My thoughts are absolutely fabulous. I should write a book someday. I could be the next New York's  best selling author. 

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ORANGE JUICE

I honestly hate them. I could write an entire thesis on why I hate oranges.

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