"Ajiya, don't act lovesick." I slap my head gently, closing the video that was sent by one of my friend from my old school in Delhi.

My brain and heart start a war again saying to click on the video and one to not. My heart won. Soon I was watching the video for the tenth time.
The video is ten minutes long. So I nearly spent more than an hour in that video.

The video of my old school's music room. As the video begins, the quiet atmosphere can be seen, some students in uniform where sitting making a circle around the boy who is sitting in the middle of them. He had a guitar with him. Soon the video halted wandering around and starts again from his front, capturing his impressive dreamy eyes which make many girls fall for him as soon as he entered the school. Broad forehead, perfect sets of eyebrows, hair perfectly falling after rotating almost covering his left eyebrows. He closes his eyes and moved his long slender finger on guitar's string.

The students behind him begin moving according to the tune.

He moves his plump lips, the enchanting voice of his was going in my ears. He was singing Awake by Kim Seokjin. 

The aura was so into him that the track of the lyrics was lost, just his face, his delicate yet manly way of sitting absorbed me into him.

In Delhi, The school were I used to go wasn't any fancy or had an outstanding infrastructure. It was just a normal school for students who neither belong to poor class nor to the middle. We were students whose parents can just afford to provide education.

We were very punctual students all because of our P.T.  Sir, who enjoys making students run for two or three rounds for breaking any kind of rules.

I saw him for the first time while running for my penalty. His eyes were the first thing to catch my attention they were way too dreamy.
I didn't know at that time if it was love, like or just infatuation.

I finished my punishment and reached to my class. And that was the start of the change that took place in my life.

"He a new student, Sameer."

"New student after half-yearly." I said to myself while sitting in my place.

"Sameer introduce yourself." Principal Sir asked him with a gentle smile, which is rare.

That owner of the dreamy eyes and came in front of the teacher's table and stood in Centre.

He introduced himself all I could do was focus was on his plump lips which caught my attention after his dreamy eyes.

"Jiya! Jiya!"

It was Khala, knocking the door to wake me up for school.

"I'm awake."

"Get ready soon." She left.

I toss the phone on the bed and went to take get fresh. I spent my whole night thinking about him. I didn't even realize when the clock strikes 6.

"New school,  new trouble."

*****

"Good morning. I'm Ajiya Imran from ......" The class can be referred to as the fish market. They aren't giving a shit to my introduction so I glance at the teacher who standing beside me and after wishing her I went to sit at the last bench which was the only empty seat in the whole class.

As soon as I fix myself, a girl from the bench ahead of me turns around as a twirling around in a storm.

"Angela. You would have heard my name." She said in SRK's tone which made me laugh. And her too.

"I haven't...." I tug my hair strand behind my ears before completing my sentence, "........ but nice meeting you. I hope we'll get along."

She smiled. She was someone that can be said hot and sexy. She had perfect curves, flawless skin and long hairs.

"What more a girl needs! I envy her."

"I'm Vasam. People who love me call "V"." The boy who was sitting beside me, put on a boxy smile after introducing himself. Chubby cheeks and round thick frame specs were somewhere giving me vibes of him, being a nerd.

"And those who doesn't love you?"

He looked confused. Angela slaped his head bit hardly.

"She is joking. Idiot." And we trio fall in laughter.

"He is the cutest boy in the world."

So on the first day, I chat with a hot girl and a cute boy. All thanks to Sameer.

"Thank you, Sameer." I mentally thanked him. If I wouldn't have chatted with him yesterday, the morning being normal wasn't possible.

It was lunch break. And I was offered to have tiffin with the three, one was Angela's friend I guess. She seems too familiar with someone, her overconfident nature and vibrant attitude.

The day ends here and school vans were on the main gate waiting for students to hop in.

"Which number is yours?" I ask looking at the two new people I met today. 

"Naming them as friends already won't be that good idea."

"We go on our own." They bid bye and left.

I hoped in 6 number van which was allotted to students of my area. There was a total of eleven students including me. Four girls and Seven boys.

I was trying to figure out a place to sit. Soon one of the fellow scooted from his place shouting.

"Make some place for New girl." It was more like mocking because he sang the line.

But for now, I just want a place to sit. I thanked him and kept my bag on the seat but before I could sit my bag was thrown on the floor of the van. I stared at the person who did this. He was a guy with dirty clothes and messy hair as if he just had a fight.

"Sorry?" I said excepting him to explain but instead of that he just sat there. No one uttered a word. The guy who mocked me before was acting like if he is deaf and the rest were no difference.

That messy boy said something in a very alien language which I've been hearing all day long, making me confused. I fail to make any conclusion of his words. Only thing I could understand was his tone that he is ready to fight.

I turn to look at the driver but the driver's seat was empty and with no option I came out of the van.

I waited far away from the van for the driver. All I did in due time was cursing him with all the bad words I know. Soon the aggression was replaced with loneliness. And I didn't even realized when the van left, as there were many.

With no option left, I walked to home which was half an hour far.

*****

Days started going on and I learnt that my old school was much more good than this or maybe it's just a "school sickness".  Sometimes I really want a teacher like Rajat Sir to be in this school.

"Hey! new girl." Here we go again.

Why can't they call me by my name?

"Yes." I turned to see who's that.

A tall, fair girl with curly hair. In the tight-fitting school uniform. She walks up to me and stood exactly in front of me.

I know her from the day I came for admission as she is someone who is normally stared by every boy in the school.

"Can you shift?"

"But...."

"No ifs and buts. Just do what I said."

Even though yesterday was good still I can't deny that I'm not someone who can fight back. So I collected my things and ready to leave I moved my foot out of the desk area. And stumbled, I was praying for someone to hold me back, but prayers went unlisten, as this isn't any KJo's movie, I lent on something hard.

Ah! My head.

And all I could hear was many of them calling me out. They were standing surrounding me or just in front of me. My eyes went heavy and vision started getting blur to dark.