GREEN EYES!!??

He had FREAKIN' GREEN irises!! O.M.G.

Hey! Don't judge me! I'd only ever seen people with green eyes on TV!! Heck, I'd never even seen people with blue or gray or gold!! The only colours I'd actually, really seen were shades of brown and black. Like mine. I had eyes that looked like black tunnels. Mwahahahahahaha!

Okay fine, my eyes were kind of big so it looked more innocent than anything else. So unfair!

I get stuff like 'oh you look so innocent' or 'my god your wide eyes make you look childish' and so on, a LOT. So pissing off! Why can't someone say stuff like 'whoa your eyes are so unfathomably evil!' ?

Okay, that might be a little too much.

Oh crap! I was still staring at the guy.

Aaaand I still am.

Awkward.

Ok Ana, time to look away.

He's got greeeeeeen eyes.

Which were now filled with amusement. Damn!

I cleared my throat and stepped away. I looked up to apologise when I saw him grinning broadly. The asshole was laughing at me! It wasn't my fault!

Okay I suppose I was staring at him like a sexually deprived stalker.

BUT I was SURPRISED! He came out of nowhere!

His grin widened. Wow! He has a huge mouth.

Oh! Now I'm staring at his mouth.

Is there anything worse than a sex-deprived stalker? Because I sure was acting like I was worse than one.

Ok, so I have two options- walk away and act like you have short term memory loss or apologise and then walk away and live with the embarrassment.

I chose option one.

I was about to turn and speed-walk away when he said,"Hey, you new here?"

I blinked, unable to talk. Then I realised that my jaw had dropped. So, basically, I was staring at him like a sexually deprived stalker AND drooling. So much for a first impression. Though I can't really talk about a first impression when my hair was tied up in a messy bun, I was wearing sweatpants and an XXL t-shirt.

Yeah, I should forget about the first impression. This was most definitely the last impression.

I composed myself. That is, as much as I could compose myself after staring at him like a ....... okay, you get the point.

I cleared my throat and winced. The corridor was silent, so my 'ahem' sounded like a bomb being set off. I smiled through the pain, i.e., the utter destruction of my previously intact dignity and said,"Hey! Yes, I'm new. I was ... uh .... just looking around."

He nodded,"Want me to show you around?" Yeah, sure. Why don't I embarrass myself further? I doubt I could stoop lower.

"Sure", I said. He turned to walk saying,"So this is the second floor and this entire building has all the rooms. Kinda like dormitories, but with attached kitchens and stuff. We've got a basketball cou--"

I tuned out at that and started checking him out. Hey! I'm a girl! And he was HOT! Tall and well-built, basically an amazing physique. He must work out. But he also had this gracefully lanky fig, contradictory but that's the only way I could describe him. I don't know why, but, I didn't get the attraction broad shoulders held to most girls. I preferred lanky, but sexily lanky. He had short brown hair, the kind of hair you'd want to run your fingers through. My fingers twitched at that. I had a weird fascination with hair, and ... um ... long fingers. He had nice long fingers, I obviously noticed *mentally grins, shamelessly*. His green eyes *drool* (which I actually did) contrasted perfectly with his slightly tanned face and brown hair. To top it all, he exuded confidence.

*sigh*

"---you from?", he looked at me expectantly. Like the genius I am, I answered with,"Huh?"

He smiled patiently and repeated his question,"Where are you from?" "Oh", I said (I'm a freakin' genius),"I'm from India." He eyes slightly brightented with something that looked like interest. Yes, I was still staring into the green pools the world called eyes. C'mon they were mesmerising. And green. I think my new favourite colour is green.

"My mom's from India too", he said. I perked up at that. We Indians just love it when we find each other. I'm not saying we have beautiful relationships and hold hands and run toward the sunset, but we just get happy when we find each other.

"Really??", I asked, excited. I opened my mouth to continue with the conversation when, WHAM! I fell, right on my face.

Yes, I'm a klutz. My mother always said that I didn't have a single graceful bone in my body. Hell, I didn't even have graceful platelets, let alone bones.

He immediately knelt and helped me up. I huffed. Chivalry isn't dead after all. He pushed my hair out of my face and looked at me in concern.

He tucked a bit of my hair behind my ear.

Awwwww ... That's so sweet.

WHOA wait! Did he just touch my HAIR!?? No one, I mean, NO ONE touches my hair! My hair is my precioussss. Yes, I get all Smeagol over my hair. I'm obsessed. No on gets to touch my amazing hair except my mother.

He was still holding me upright when someone called,"Yo Aryan! We're gonna practice. You coming?" He suddenly let go of my arm and I crumpled to the ground again. He looked down at me, green eyes lit with surprise and said,"sorry! Gotta go. Rain check on the tour?" And he left.

Okay. I was wrong. Chivalry is dead. I officially hate him. Freakin' asshole.

ARRGH! My knees hurts! I mentally whined, making my way back to my room. I was never going to forgive him! Aryan ... Meaning noble.

Noble, my ass.

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Picture of Aryan to the right. Not sure if its there though :-D It isn't apprearing on my screen.

Try http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjEzMTQwNjIzMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMDg0OTQ0._V1._SX289_SY400_.jpg

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