It is the second day of my summer programme. These might be the last few days before college classes start after my high school graduation.

After a few days from now, I will be going from a carefree school going kid to a living on my own, away from home with random strangers in a strange city, state, country or in fact maybe even a strange continent, without the guidance and support of guardians, all while working part time to gain experience and to better the resume and portfolio; this is overall a crazy thought and it spreads chills on the epidermal layer of my skin to even ponder about all that stuff at the same time.

I signed up for a summer programme in Graphic Designing to pass my time, learn something new and to make new connections and meet new people (at least that is why my parents pushed me into doing this). It is supposed to be a two-month class, five days a week, with the weekends off.

I walk into an almost empty classroom, with about 2 to 3 more students sitting separately, scattered around the classroom.

My mother has a habit of pushing me into always being too early in most places, on the contrary her always being late in her counterpart.

I decide to sit in the first row, and second seat from left in the front corner. I chose the second seat because the day before, two girls on my right started talking to each other while excluding me in the corner.

The desks are one of those small chairs with a small foldable table attached to right hand handle (writing study chair or something).

I have the aim trying to pass these two months without being the centre of attention much and not have anything much to look up to after I leave this place. On the other hand, I still do not want to be that creepy lonely girl who sits alone in the corner and does not talk to anyone. In-fact, I do want to befriend a few people with a similar vibe like mine.

Soon the seats start filling up, pretty gradually at first, then suddenly towards the last few minutes. After a while, almost all seats are filled except the one on my left.

A thin girl with dusky complexion and raspy voice is sitting towards my right. She sounds pretty cool as we share the common opinion of how most people in this class were too dumb and ignorant to even have a decent enough conversation with (deriving from the conversations I overheard from the girls beside me the day before).

While I am trying to build up a conversation with her, two scrawny boys suddenly start fighting for the only seat left in the class, that was the one to my left, as none of them wanted to sit on an extra seat (bereft of the whole row), alone in the front.

"I had put my bag on the seat, so get going. NOW!" Exclaims the taller guy with longer wavy hair covering his right eyebrow and going towards the right ear. He is wearing a lose Arsenal jersey which hangs with the help of his hanger-like shoulders.

"Ah bullshit, dude! Is your name inscribed anywhere on the seat? I saw the seat unoccupied with just a freakin' bag on it, so I sat down. If you have it in you, then MAKE ME MOVE!" Replies the cuter and shorter guy in his nasal voice, wearing a tight t-shirt, closely trying to reveal the lack of fat or even muscle on his body, and is sitting on the seat beside me while he wrestles with the taller guy.

The taller guy is technically right though, but I still root for the cuter guy in my mind, while they wrestle making loud grunting sounds.

Finally, the taller guy gives in and sits on the lone seat in front of us. I quietly celebrate in my mind for the triumph of the cute guy. Even though I have not even talked to him once, but damn he is so cute with dark brown, more on top hair pushed back, thick perfectly arched eyebrows and pouty lips.

The class settles in. Soon this short stacked and bald-headed teacher starts describing the tasks of the day on the white board on the wall just in front of us, after he had taught us the basic concepts by the use of a projector.

I observe the guy on my left nervously shift in the direction of the wall, away from me. Seems like a guy who might get awkward at a variety of social settings with strangers, or maybe it was just me making him uncomfortable.

I have always had this unnerving need of always being the first, so I tactfully complete the very first task with the utmost ease, while using an old trick that I already had in my hat.

I raise my hand to send the message to the teacher that I am done with the task. The teacher checks my work and seems impressed by my aptitude and spirit while the others look up at me with confused expressions on their faces.

"Ey, how did you do it so fast?" Inquires the taller guy from the front seat, while turning around 150 degrees on his seat to be able to look at my work.

"Just some good old talent, my friend" I jokingly boast, refusing to disclose my secret trick to someone I just met.

I find the shorter, cuter guy on my left chuckle quietly with his left palm on his mouth.

As fate and karma had it, I find myself stuck at the very next task.

"What happened, miss Talented? Did your genius fall short this time?" Teases the lanky guy after he is done with the task, exactly a few minutes before me and has the luxury to check out other people's work and judge them.

And that is when we get to talking, without even knowing each other's names. I remember the cute guy to my left chuckling quietly at various instances, while me and the taller lanky guy both try to mimic the teacher.

The taller guy, the cute guy on my left and two barbie dolls sitting right behind me seemed like a group of friends who knew each other from high school. I speculated this fact as they were discussing their school lives with a hint of melancholy and pride with reminiscence at the same time. They were giving each other the fresh gossip from school and laughing. I could listen to the whole thing crystal clear as they made sure their voices were loud and shrill enough to break wine glasses.

"Zhao was caught using it in class, AGAIN!" says one of the girls in their so called 'hushed tones', while the second one reacts in an exasperated gasp of disbelief.

"He has got to control his addiction, dude," replies the second girl while rolling her eyes.

"I know, right! But he did not even get suspended, though he has been caught doing it twice."

"I think that his rich father must have paid them away, to hold his junkie kid in school till graduation."

"By the way, how's Alejandra?" The first girl taps the shoulder of the cute guy beside me, while she inquires with a smirk on her face.

Who's Alejandra now? Is it this guy's girlfriend or something? Oh GREAT, so he is taken. Damn it!

"Alejandra? I don't know anyone named Alejandra."
Hushes the cute guy over his shoulder to the girls behind him, at the same time giggling and turning bright red in his ears.

Okay, crappy move boy. But damn, you are adorable.

"Heyyyy, don't be like that! Why would you say that? Have you guys been fighting or what?" Squeals the second girl.

Seriously dude, what is your exactly problem?

"No no. I am just kidding." He responds as he purses his lips, while he is still bright red in colour and turns over to his tablet again to resumes his work.

Okay, weirdo. But damn, I love guys who blush.

I should rather focus on the work on my tablet than listen to these gossipy girls discuss the future of this cute bizarrely shy guy's love story.

After the class gets over, we all have to write our names and contact details on a sheet of paper circulated by the authorities, so they can finalize the list of students who will be part of this class from now on.

The sheet was given to the taller guy in the front while he passes it on to the cute guy. I check the list out, while the first name (name of the taller guy) suddenly hits my eye...

JUSTIN CHANG.

I know this name! Where do I know this name from? Ugh! Think Nikita, think.

"Justin Chang?" He turns around in response to me calling out his name. "Do you know anyone named Eliot Jackson?" I wonder if he is who I think he is.

One of the guys I was currently "textually involved" with from school, has a friend with the same name. And no, I did not stalk Eliot, like obviously! I got a notification from Facebook when Justin Chang commented on a photograph that I was tagged in that was uploaded from Eliot's account on graduation day.

"Yes, I do. How do you know him?" Justin looks at me with a puzzled expression.

I understand his confusion and shock about any girl that could know Eliot enough to inquire about him. Eliot has always been a shy introvert, not very popular with the girls in school (as some might say).

Damn, it feels like I have a type.

"We used to be in the same class. We are still pretty good friends."

Yeah, friends. I did not want to share much about us with this stranger, who is in-fact best friends with Eliot. I absolutely do not want to decide how much of Eliot's life he must know about. Plus, I am not very sure about him as yet. Still need some more time and thinking to decide, before taking any drastic steps.

There were many reasons that were holding me back at the moment. First reason being- college life is like a totally different life. We change, people change, circumstances change. Who knows what will happen after a few months? I am not betting on a long distance thing, unless I am serious about someone.

The second reason for me to not being sure is, that I kind of have a gut feeling about Eliot. It just does not seem right. And lastly, if I really did like Eliot, I definitely would not be crushing over this probably committed guy that I just met.