Falling for the Ugly one

Samira was flirting with yet another guy from school. God, I didn't know how she did it. It was a miracle we were best friends even though she and I were completely different. She was tall skinny with big boobs, straight shiny hair and a confidence that could put Nicki Minaj to shame, whereas, I was short, chubby, huge glasses hid most of my face and the rest was hidden by messy hair. We couldn't be more different and yet I was the only friend she had. I think, befriending me had more to do with the fact that she felt no threat from me than actually liking my company. It was more apparent as she ignored me completely to stay back and flirt with the new guy when I specifically told her I would miss my bus. She truly had no care for my time while she stood before the school gate doing to hide the blatant cleavage. What was the guy's name again, oh yes, Harsh. The rich brat. I knew the likes of him very well, always too proud of their father's money, with no respect for others, playing with women's hearts like toys. Samira was asking to get her heartbroken. I kind of felt sorry for her but she was bringing this on herself. "You can bring your friend the party too." Wait, what?! Why were they talking about me? What did I miss? I had completely zoned out from their conversation. "Yeah, of course, I will, she goes with me everywhere," Samira said winking at him. "What do mean? I.." "It's nothing. Come let's go." Samira dragged me away from the group of 'cool kids' before I could ask what was going on. "What were you guys talking about?" "You are always lost in own little world, you dumbo." Samira applied a thick layer of lip balm on her lips and smacked it loudly. If she were someone else I would have been really offended by now but knowing her for the last 10 years I didn't care that much. "It wasn't like you were having a very enlightening conversation." I rolled my eyes. "I beg to differ." She raised a finger in the air like the philosophist she was. "What were you guys talking about anyway? I am not going to a double date with you ever again."I still couldn't forget the horror of the last time I went on a double date with Samira. While she was having a great time with the muscle boy, I was trying to fend off his perverted friend. Thinking about it still gives me the creeps. I refuse to have that experience ever again. "No, don't worry, it's not a double date. It's a charity event that his family holds every year and he invited me." "Okay and?" I asked knowing very well there was more this story than that. "Dalia, Do you know how big this event is going to be?" "I don't care." I shrugged. She took my arm, her eyes sparkling with giddiness as she stared at me all puppy-eyed. "There's going to be big media coverage. There is going to be celebrities and most importantly his brother is going to be there." "So?" I narrowed my eyes at me. "Do even know who his brother is?" "Who?" "Tarun Gupta, India's youngest celebrity chef." "I am sure I have never heard of him." I walked away not interested in Varun Tarun whoever he was. I was a big foodie and I had never heard of him, I am sure she was exaggerating. "Don't you lie, b***h. I have seen you watching his youtube shows with drool on your mouth." Samira yelled. "No way!" I looked at her in horror. That guy? That handsome, sinfully beautiful guy who cooked the tastiest looking deserts in the world? The guy I fangirled over, the guy whose videos I watched on repeats. I never knew his name as he went by FoodDude on the internet. Now that I thought about it, he might have once said his real name was Tarun but who remembers such mundane details when he speaks with that silky voice and showcases that heavenly body. Guys like him should be illegal especially when combined with food. "So are you coming with me or not?" Samira brought me back to earth from heaven. I frowned, was I? I wanted to see him but I had nothing to wear to such a formal event, I couldn't just go there in my jeans and top. "I don't think..." "Shut up whatever you are going to say next, just shut up. I know you would make some lame excuse. You are coming and that's it." I had bad feeling about this. Very bad. "Fine, I will go with you."