THE COMPLICATED ONE

BEGINNING (That same person)

I was hyperactive for the first day of my college. The noises on a busy road were too distracting, especially on your important day. I was waiting for my bus and exhausted. I glanced that a boy was standing opposite the road and I recognized the same face which I have already seen many times in my high school. That same bike and the same person. Finally, my bus arrived and I breathe restlessly. After 45 minutes I reached my college. I stare at my college building and I liked it and then I meet my friend akasa near the church and she retorted to me that maybe this year we will make boyfriends for us. And I cracked up badly. Because if a tried my mother would kill me. And I told akasa to don't waste more time and reach the class as faster as we can because we were already late. When we reached the class and enter for the first time that was an amazing feeling which can't be defined. We took the second bench in the second row. And I glimpsed that someone was sitting behind my back and he was the same person whom to I glanced in my route. After 2-3 minutes finally, our professor arrived. His name was Alaric Saltzman and he started taking our introduction. The person who was sitting behind my back his name was Christian Salvatore. Three of us was from the same school. Akasa, me and he. There was nothing great in him but something like which I can't forget. That eye contact when he made with me and I was even not able to stop myself for a minute. I was befuddled like what was that, which stopped my heart for the first time. Maybe I was thinking too much. Later in the second period, he gave all answers to the professor and I was pretty impressed. So finally in the break, I decided to talk to him. And I did, quite cringeworthy but it was okay for the first time. He stared at me and affirmed that we could join in Avon's birthday party. I implied, no. I wanted to go to the party but my mom would never permit me. And this thing I have been already knowing from my high school. When we were coming from college to home, Akasa asked me why I was smiling like an i***t. But I told her there was nothing special. But something was there. He told me that he knows me from the fourth standard. But how? Why haven't asked him? However, what does matters to me?