World environment day was boring. Can you expect anyone to enjoy it?

But then, how can I forget the day I met him?

Devin. Such a common name, yet it sounds different every time you say it.

I had brought a random plant, pomegranate to be exact, so I had to write my name on a paper.

I was the last girl signing, so I passed it on, asking any boys if they had brought any plants.

That guy in my bus, what was his name? Right, Aanish.

He shook his finger like it was a pen,(mad guy) so I asked Devin.

He took the paper, but not in a rude way.

He seemed pretty nice, but then, with my luck, he wouldn't be my friend.

Why? Why did it have to be like this?

Always, always, someone or the other hated me.

But what had I done? I sighed as I heard my name being called.

I looked up, and saw Devin holding the piece of paper in his hand.

He was aiming it at me and he threw it.

I caught it as I asked him why did he pass it back to me.

He shrugged, and I stood up and slammed the paper on his desk again. Don't tell me you expected me to stay silent.

As I walked back, I thought about what I had just done.

I peeked at him, and he was simply holding the paper, chatted.

I didn't realise that I was holding my breath.

I choked and my benchmate stared at me.

I shrugged it off and she stared blabbering random gossip.

I didn't pay attention, as my mind drifted back.

Who was he? And why did I keep thinking that there was something about him that was familiar?

*A few days later*

Realising that I was unwanted was something I realised in Sixth.

But then, I was a social person.

And I have a reputation for being a radio.

As usual, I wasn't paying attention in Sst, and besides, everyone was talking.

Miss Shilpa was asking something to Devin when I finally looked up.

He was also confused and said that he was sorry.

Then the real fun started.

"Your name is Mr. Sorry?" I burst out laughing like the rest of the class.

He blushed and nudged Aanish.

I shook my head as I looked down. My benchmate(I kept forgetting her name) pointed at him and said,"Look at how he's sitting."

I looked, and saw that he had his leg over the other, like how cheerleaders sit.

I didn't find it so funny, though it should be.

Instead I felt like I should defend him.

But.......why? Damn brain and heart, for emotions.