Jay's POV:

I take one last look around my room to make sure if I'm forgetting something before closing my bedroom door. Silently promising myself that I will clean my room in the evening, I steady the strap of my bag on my shoulder and climb down the stairs.

I still have a good 45 minutes to reach the school so there's no point in hurrying up. It's always better if people do things on time—like for example teenagers like me wake up late in the morning which forces them to rush into things, simultaneously entering the school only minutes away to the first bell. Waking up late kind of ruptures the whole morning routine. Wanting to get to school on time, they drive their cars almost ignoring every damn signal. Accidents happen because of these kind of reasons. And that cycle can easily be avoided if they force themselves to get their lazy asses out of their bed as soon as their alarm buzzes off.

In the kitchen, I join my mom and dad who are busy skype calling my sister who is now living the University life. I take a bowl and pour cornflakes into it along with hot milk and join them.

"Is this the Diana who is bunking her early morning class and skype calling her parents where she used to attend the school even though she had high fever?!" I tease her as I come into her view.

"Ugh!" She face palms, scrunching her eyes, reminiscing those days "Please don't remind me of those miserable days. Now sleep is more important than my classes here."

"Look at your precious daughter," I direct my words towards my parents, "And you said that you trust her living a hundred miles from you."

My mom laughs. "She can do whatever she wants. She's out of this house is all I care."

"Your love is appreciated always, mom!" Diana feigns offence but her smile is restored when my mom kisses her through the screen.

In this world where so many of couples are divorcing each other when they go through tough times and a million fights where in turn making theirs children's lives miserable, I'm glad that our family is still going strong after the shit we've been through.

After completing my breakfast, I say my goodbyes to my parents and sister, ride in my car until I reach Jonah's house.

Jonah Conner, the guy whom I used to hate in elementary school since he scribbled on my favourite Power Rangers lunch box which in turn I scribbled on his shirt, is the guy I share an unbreakable bond with. Over the years, our hatred yielded into a friendship which is still impossible for us to believe. Till this day, we still question how it happened.

Isn't it weird how every wonderful friendship is born with lines like 'I used to think of you as a bitch/asshole.'

He is already waiting on the curb, so when I pull into his driveway he jumps in and closes the door. "You are 5 minutes late," he points out.

He is just like me.

"Diana skyped so I lost track of time." I pull out of the driveway and start driving towards our destination.

"She usually never calls at this time of hour, isn't it?" He turns his head towards me and I nod in confirmation without taking my eyes off the road.

He slides into his seat further. "Wow, University really altered her into this new specimen."

I chuckle at his words, "Tell me about it."

"I've been going through back and forth with all these applications I have, and it's fucking frustrating. They should have had this huge ass warning flexi displayed when we had enter the Senior Year. The constant juggle with part time job for extra money for college, soccer, school work, social life," he lets out frustrated groan, "how come some of them manage it?"

Should I tell him again that it's double the load when he goes off to college?

"How do you cope up with this, Mr. Teacher's Pet?" He mocks at me.

Irritated, I punch him hard on his upper arm for which he jolts in his seat, rubbing the spot.

"Okay, okay, I got the message." He laughs.

Jonah knows how much I hate being called those names. Just because I am a brainiac, have nice looks and respect my teachers for their jobs does not mean that I'm a suck up to the teachers. I am not like those guys who has too much of pride in them since they have the 'starter package' a boy must have for which the girls swoon. The students always misinterpret me for one of those guys who have it all. Yes, I enjoy the attention I get because who doesn't? But I don't like the reputation I have for me in my school. Everybody labelled me as the 'golden boy' of the school where in reality I'm just one of those lucky guys who had gotten everything they could've asked for. And I don't take it for granted. I never did and I never will.

"I've heard that it is quite hard to get a decent percentage in Mr. Trudin's assignment." He speaks when I stop at a signal light.

"What's with that anyways? Writing about how we feel? That's downright incredulous." I share my thoughts with him.

How are we supposed to write about emotions? And what should we write specifically?

He rubs his face, sighing. "I don't know, but most of them said that it's somewhat easy since we have girls who got it all figured out about this shit."

I take a double look at him. "Why is that girls know about these emotions and not us?"

"I don't know, man. But I'm glad they got it all figured out, because I don't have any idea on how to work on this. Maybe that's why he gave us 4 months to do so."

"That's not true. We know about this stuff as well. We just don't acknowledge it. We just don't over analyse each and everything like girls do." I press the accelerator for the car to move forward when the signal light turns green.

"Maybe that's why they're good for this assignment." He tries to reason with me.

"Yeah, well, let's prove them wrong." Yes I said that the idea of this assignment is incredulous a minute ago, but I challenge myself to invest my part in this just like my partner.

Emma Adams.

Speaking of...

"Now what should I think of you as? A lucky bastard to get a partner like Emma Adams who is quite the bookworm to understand this assignment a little more, or an unlucky scoundrel who is paired up with a nutcase?" Jonah asks me.

"Let me a clarify one thing. Are you foul mouthing me or her?" I question him.

"Both?"

"And for your kind information, she's a bookaholic not a bookworm. There's a lot of difference between those two words, Jonah."

My sister tried to bite my ear off when I said it wrongly. A heads up for those who don't know—never confuse one thing for another regarding book reading especially in front of book lovers. I am telling this out of pure love and experience.

"Whatever," he slides it off. "The only thing that matters is how are you going to handle another girl who has the hots for you with an intention to hurt you as a bonus."

We enter the gates of our school and drive to my usual parking spot. Carefully backing it into the space I own, I turn off the engine and get out of my car with Jonah following suit.

"She does not have the hots for me, Jonah!"

"But you said it yourself, Jay!"

"I said she 'might' have a crush on me. I'm still at the basics so I'm not sure."

With the help of my father who is a Psychiatrist, I'm learning a little bit of face reading. It's just another level of fun you can have by reading other's faces.

"Also, she has no intention of hurting me. It was all an accident." I defend the girl I barely know.

"Oh yeah? How come you're so sure about this when you're not sure about her feelings towards you?"

"That's a good question, Jonah," Dylan, another good friend of mine joins us without a warning. "Oh, by the way, hi guys!"

"You need to stop this thing where you just appear out of nowhere. It's scary," Jonah tells him.

"Yeah, we'll worry about that later, but first let Jay answer the question."

I roll my eyes at them as I walk towards my locker. Turning in the combination, I explain, "Her eyes say so."

Clueless is all I can judge by their expressions.

"What I mean is that it was evident in her eyes. It was completely innocent on her part. I could see it in her eyes that she didn't mean any of those small accidents."

The eyes are the most special and dangerous part of our bodies. The way it functions is truly incredible. They have this magic stored in them that can create wonders with those small orbs.

"Whatever, I still hate her," Jonah's jaw tightens thinking about them again.

"Dude, chill! Jay is right. Emma had no intention or whatsoever. It was truly accidental. In fact, she is actually nice enough to talk to once you give her a chance," Dylan answers to both of us.

"Please!" Jonah scoffs,"You're only defending her so you can suck up to her best friend, Dawn, on whom you have a major crush on."

Dylan's smile grows a little longer and fonds over her name instead of feeling nervous like most of them does. "Consider I'm doing both of them." He shrugs his shoulders. "C'mon, Jo! Even Natasha agrees with me."

"She didn't completely agree with you. She only sa—"

Their banter fades off into the back of my head as a particular brunette with a radiant aura catches my eye. The girl we're all talking about enters the main doors of our school with her five other friends. She is like the only clear image my brain is focusing on where the rest of the school is a blur. Only a few feet away, it is is visible that all of them are chit chatting with one another, having different conversations with one another. The girl whom I assume that has a crush on me is laughing as she gazes over the couple in their gang who are having a verbal banter between themselves, the fondness in her eyes increasing second by second. She doesn't try to hide the adoration she has towards them. The boy tells something to the girl for which she tries to fight her smile but stands on her toes to kiss him on the cheek. Her smile extends even more on her face which is contagious and causes me to grin almost immediately. Now the girls and the boys are talking to each other separately. At a certain flicker of the time, her eyes momentarily shift towards me. So fast that it could've been easily missed by one if they weren't watching her. I still continue to watch her to see if she would turn again but she doesn't do so.

Little did I know that she was freaking out with happiness when she caught me staring at her already and was constantly turning back to look at me time to time when I was not watching her.

How was the new chapter in new POV???? Drop your opinions in the comments.

Yeah, Jay is not the 'golden guy' y'all assumed him to be. He's got his own flaws as well.

A short chapter. It didn't even cross 2000 words which in general it usually does. It only started off with writing only a small scene in Jay's POV but I enjoyed writing it so I'll keep it this way itself!

Idk why, but I'm so proud of this chapter. Maybe because I completed this in 2 hours(it usually takes my lazy ass many days to write a proper chapter) or maybe it was a change in POV. 🤷‍♀️

Also, today is my best friend's siri_Granger birthday!!! Drop your wishes here y'all. Fun fact, we used to hate each other in the beginning since we share the same name. LOL.

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