"Today our batch is getting merged with another batch so I request all of you to shift to one row of benches at the right and leave another row empty"

Well I am back to my city. Back to my class. The smell of wood, white board marker ink (hey I sit on first bench in the class of 100 students) and familiar sound of microphone (used by Professors to teach to students) gave me homely feeling.

So we shifted to the right row and vacated the benches of another row for the students of another batch. There were enough benches in class to accommodate 200 students. Finally the students of other batch arrived. They all occupied the left row with one exception. One of the guy from that batch came and sat on the second bench of my row right behind me.

I had reserved that second bench for my best friend (she always came late in class so I had habit of reserving a bench for her)

I turned around and saw his face. And I found his face familiar. It turned out that he was Kevin Mehta, the son of famous industrialist Janmay Mehta. Moreover he was famous in our tuitions because of his looks and brains. He was a topper and achiever.

Anyways just because he was famous, he couldn't get away taking my friend's place. I had already marked the bench as "reserved" by placing my bag on it. So I turned around to face him.
"Excuse me.Can you please shift from this bench? I have reserved it for my friend. She is on her way''

He looked at me. For the first time our eyes met. God he was handsome. I loved his black coloured intense looking eyes. He waved his hand as if saying 'duh!!'.
"No use. Your friend seems to be already late. Plus it's Sunil Sir's lecture. He hates latecomers so he won't allow your friend to enter the class therefore there is no use of vacating this bench"

"How can you say that my friend shall be expelled from the class? She can be arriving in any minute" (however my head told me that this time I was gonna be wrong. My friend Himangi was always half an hour late in classes. I wonder how teachers used to tolerate her coming so late)

Looking my doubtful face, he chuckled. Seeing him laughing at me, my blood boiled. I gave him a death glare. He too gave me one of the worst look anyone can give.

"I won't vacate this bench. I am the class representative so better respect me" he hissed.

If you don't know what a Class Representative means, actually it involves choosing the brightest student of the class ( based on that person's rankings on tests conducted by the tuition). That person shall be responsible to manage the class and guide the students. Moreover he is responsible to represent the problems of the students in front of the professors. Such rare species of people are respected (rather worshipped) in our class.

Trust me. I don't give a crap about Class Representative.

Before I could argue with him further, I heard students standing up to greet our Professor. And then, suddenly I heard my friend "may I come in sir?"

I prayed to God to make Sunil Sir allow my friend to enter. Partly because she was my friend so I didn't want her to miss the lectures and partly because I didn't want Kevin to be proved right.

Unfortunately luck wasn't on my side. The Professor declared that he hated people who would not respect time so my friend was asked to stand outside the class for whole day.

That was a blow to my ego. Plus I heard sound of someone chuckling. He just coughed a little so that I could get the message. I swallowed my pride and decided to shut my mouth.

Soon the lecture started. In middle of the lecture, when we all students were busy copying notes from the whiteboard, I felt my legs being softly kicked. I thought it must be by mistake so I let it go. Again it happened. So I turned back. I gave him a questioning look. He said "sorry I did that by mistake. Actually leg space is less between first and second bench"

" Maybe. But this does not give you right to kick me. Please mind your legs. "

"You don't understand. Why dont you sit in my place? You would realise that there is no space to keep my legs. Plus I too tall, unlike you"

That was it. Someone calling me short was enough to provoke me. But I decided to calm my mind.

"Fine. Kevin. That's your name right? You sit in the front bench and I shall sit behind you. Is that ok?"

He grinned and said yes.

So we both shifted our places quietly (not without attracting attention of Professor and whole class)

Now I realised that maybe he was right. There was lessor leg space. Plus bench was too short. I was trying to fit my legs when suddenly I, by mistake kicked something (his ass)

To make sure I peeked at his bottom. (His bottom looked cute in his tight fitting jeans) I saw foot print of my shoes. Suddenly I looked up.

Kevin's head has turned around and he was looking at me as if I was an alien. Maybe waiting for me to provide him a reasonable explanation.