I detest being ordinary. But I believe that I'm not normal. it is not common enough to think commonly at the age of 17. Who really thinks natural at the age of 17 where adolescence hits?. I don't think anyone would. Me either. I had to draw my solicitudes aside that I should get equipped for the academy. School?.seriously?.why don't we have that intellectual to study things on our own.Ah!no, I don't wanna have a deliberation with my subconscious, that too on a Monday.

"Naira, come down. Don't you ever think to just retreat into student transport without having your breakfast? I will come to school just to make you sure to eat breakfast. I bet you".When I crawl down from overhead I could see my mama nurturing my sib Adam. Like every other day, today to my plans are spoilt. I eschew having breakfast, only to be mindful in class I seize myself to have it. every time I do I feel queasiness.

Mom screech at me as she caught me red-handed acting up being occupied to skip the breakfast. nonetheless, I star at the feast, seems cheesy. I gait towards it, and by the time I clutch a bit, I  hear the clamours of my van.' Oh Naira, you purposefully did it.' she holds me and wraps the sandwich and put that in my bag.' somehow have it.have to stay all the day running and still you just dont..ah..go'.

Can't impute my mother all the way, who can stand steadfast all day without having breakfast ?. Of course, no one. But I can..thats what I was saying.I'm ain't typical.

I notice a new chauffeur, all these years at my school all the van drivers were always of age between 30-60, but today it's a difference.

 The girls' sights are on him. He has veiling shoulder muscles which intensified his handsomeness and broad arm draped in an excellent grassy t-shirt that flawlessly showing his brawn. I want to know his surname, age, residence, the event he had hit boyhood, his first crush, his favourite meals, his hopes, favourite shade, and a lot more. But alternately, I take a seat like an adequate girl with no such heeds.

"Never ever in my Life got to meet a driver of this age", Anna comments as I take the seat alongside her. I begrudge Anna, apart from her glorious and impeccable facade, she never ever had acne where mine grows as its a sunflower which permeates vibrant vibes."did you got to meet Muna. I just can't always be someone to inform her leave to my lecturer".I try to edit the issue. But Anna instead, scrutinize him and susurrate all supplementary things she found which I felt super uncomfortable. This feeling at teenage, I can't indict anyone. But for me, always pushed those to stay alone.[thats what, adolescents are demanded to do after all].

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I enter the academy to find none but Jessica who as always, eyeing at Bennet sir, who I pronounce, of course, handsome but I should say, he is a beast. See, as an individual, we always show tolerance and at least a grin. But he, apart from his handsomeness, I dislike his personality that it doesn't go with his facade. He doesn't even care if one of his students is grieving or troubled. All he cares about is what, how fast he can run his lessons.

I enter the library, spacious, shaded, and held with vintage pews. A few 6-7 cabinets where the books are almost about G.k, which I loathe the most. And the most undesirable thing about the building is that there are only a few YA Romance books.

"Good morning, mam",  to library administrator, who never skipped giving that facade of magnanimity, tenderness, and gentleness. She relapses back and asked me,"how are the classes going?" .To be blunt, Jisha mam, no, Jisha that's what I oftentimes beckon her when no one is around. even though she ages as same as my mama, but she blends with me like my 17-year-old friend. She has barely coloured tone, but the ridges she has on her jowls always passes when she put up that golden grin. In this, school, she is the only one, whom we can share so-called 'students-sorrow' with.

"Don't even ask, Jisha. Yesterday, for no reason, Bennet freaked me out and put me out and I had to complete whole note with bonus questions. That young freak. I hate", I brush my toes, draped with thick layers of black leather and Adidas grey socks.

Jessica, as I always expected,  slaps on my head with the journal she held."oh man. He had a reason. You were talking okay?.why do you hate him?".

Apart from the fact, Jessica has a crush on Bennett sir, I love all about her. She has an exceptional complexion, I meant, she is neither bright nor barley, which I found super cutesy and had dimples. She finds her body, overweight, but, as a matter of fact, that's what flattering her freaking cuteness which I always coveted. Though, she swelled around her pals, only I or closed one know how sympathetic she is. There is so much about her.

"Then, say...why do you love that devil handsome?", this question, I already put up trillions of times. She either avoids or Braggs about his assertive features which I find 'devils certain features'.Demons are never ample even if they conserve lives. Their intentions always alter.

"Gimme minute girls, have to receive the newspapers from the security".This is why I prefer being nearby Jisha. She knows everything. Even Jessica often illustrated how profound she chooses Bennet, sir. So around here, nothing to hesitate.

"You bitch!!..He is salutary in the heart after all", her eyes rise up with lovelessness.."ahem...yah...devil!!!", I retard back to the supervisor's desk to find 'Indian express' newspaper on it."oh Naira, look at him. So handsome.those arms ...Aaah", she throws her words steering towards a photograph on the brochure, of course, it's an ad."Then, what about Mr.Bennet Devil?. You dumped him?".I, eyes off from the newspaper." no one can win over my bae".

This is what, often teenagers get stressed about. But, teenagers aren't that jerk as society states. I always hate the way society states a teenager,' incapable of taking decisions,' falling for any men' and it goes on. In fact, this said society is consists of those teenagers only.

As the lady automatic speaker, whom we named 'loudy', which has no definite meaning and of course being noisy, declares that ist the time to get in the kingdom 11th grade. As we step through the hallway, Jessica abruptly detains and caress my hand so hard and rustle,'Bennet bae is coming'.

He, the handsome devil is drenched with a maroon t-shirt and never forgot to wrap that so-called 'officer's-boots'. "Good morning, sir", she endeavours to appear good. But he, even though he listened to her, which is as true as day-star, he didn't even greet or revert back the values instead he gaits nimbly.

"Are you a nincompoop or what?. You, since June, said this same thing for what he never replied to any. I'd never do that". we escort unitedly to the class.

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The bell ring. Richard, Fin, Jessica who sat on the 3rd bench, except Jessica veered around to see me, Stacy, Tessy, and Shiny. Except for Jessica and Shiny, convey a small grin and hands up pointing 'fingers up'.

"No yaar. Not at this period",Jessica and Shiny proclaim in unison."The reason why we are going makes you the reason to stay, am I right MsJessica and Shiny?", Richard blurt out, who is also part of our so-called 'unity work'.

"I don't care. While we are enjoying you two stay here and watch the Devils' mantra's okay?", as much I hate Bennet, Stacy hates him too. One by one, we exit the classroom then permeates into different directions but for a single target 'school-cafeteria'.I take the washroom direction and in a minute without being getting caught I succeed at the destination which situated at the corner of our school's yard.

"Uncle, five Pepsi", the rich Richard state after rechecking whether everyone has arrived and also he offers this bunk-treat is on him. As the bottle comes on our palms, it didn't stay much time as we hear the semibreves of a whistle which's owned by our physical trainer.

We share a glance at each other, then in no time we just vanish into a different part of the ground. Our Physical trainer Vikram exhales bunk like a canine, sees friends Gangs as an underworld goon and if we get caught, there is no way to sneak. As I stroll towards the van, which placed at the last places of terrain. I hide between 2 vans, like a block of cheese between pieces of bread. I held up my blow didn't move any of my parts. I hear the whistle sound approaching closer. I didn't move but I can hear the footsteps closer. As the sound diminishes the footsteps becomes more obvious.

A combo of copper-coloured eyes catches my attention. His black bristles are swirling in the breeze as he gait towards me. His lean, perfect husky body stands in front of me making me dumbstruck. He comes as near that I could see his shoes caked in dirt.

"Bunk ?", he whispers as he came. I nod my head in weakness. And the signal becomes louder and now the footsteps too. He stands perpendicular to me and can hear his heavy breathes and the buds of perspirations on his temples. He, much more towering than me, see my fist clinched together in anxiety.

He, the stranger senior moves inward and proclaim,"sir I think there are some kids out there under the tree", I don't know whether he said that to save me or put my friends in trouble. He then walks towards me, obstructs the way stand in between 2 vans.

"There are my friends out there. Why did you say that?",I speak up gazing into his tired brown eyes. His hair fells into his preamble as he speaks up,"oh madame, I'm not a Buddha to save all of you".He hardly presses my palm and pulls me out of the sandwiched van. I begin to quiver. His sweats in his palms collide with mine," what the ....?".before I could speak he interrupts,"do you wanna get trapped or what?".

His faces turn red so are his eyes...I excuse and as I propel away from him he runs towards me and grasps my hand and says,"you are beautiful".