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Dedication:

This chapter is dedicated to BollywoodLoveStories as you have inspired me to complete this chapter.

Guys do check out her stories: Pehli Nazar Mein Takrar and Dil Ki Kirki Kuli, both are really good.
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Ayesha's P.O.V:

Last time we met I didn't get to introduce myself properly. My name is Khan and I'm not a terrorist. You must have seen the film, no? Oh, let's try again? I'm Ayesha Khan.

I have been born and brought up in the UK but I come from a Muslim family. I have an older brother who's my only sibling, he's four years older than me. We fight like cats and dogs but love each other just as much.

I love watching hindi films and if you don't know where to look for me, just go to the nearest cinema. You'll more than likely find me there.

I've grown up watching tons of romantic films and I believe that one day, I will find my prince charming too.

Like Raj and Simran, Rahul and Anjali, even I think I can find someone like Shah Ru-. Okay okay, maybe I have high hopes but there's no tax on dreams, so let me live in my bubble!

My holidays have come to an end and today I'll be starting year ten. I'm getting that same feeling I get at the start of every new year, the butterflies in my stomach have been set loose and as the bus gets closer to the school they begin fluttering their wings.

I get off the bus and slowly make my way up the same old path to school and today these steps feel like they're never ending.

After a few more steps I reach the school entrance, there's a notice on the door; it says we're in the same classroom but there's a new form tutor. Great. I actually quite liked my old teacher.

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It's eleven o'clock, we're still waiting in the foyer when the teacher tells us we can go to form. Finally!

I make my way to class with Aayat. We walk into the classroom to find a seating plan on the interactive whiteboard.

"Seriously?" Everyone says in unison but go to their allotted seats.

Thankfully I'm sitting with Aayat so I don't have any problem. I take my seat as a new boy walks in. I give him a brief look before nudging Aayat, who's standing beside me. I ask her, "You didn't tell me there's a new boy."

I wink at her while she frowns at me.

"What new boy?" She asks me.

"Two o'clock." I tell her his location in clock terms.

She looks at the boy then turns to face me with a bored expression, "It's only Rohan!"

I take another glance at him and after several seconds of blankly staring at him I conclude out loud, "No! Look at him, he's so cute. He can't be Rohan!"

Instead of saying anything, Aayat just rolls her eyes at me, she does that quite a lot nowadays.

I sit and think, "Wow, he looks nice! That new haircut really suits him and his smil-"

I mentally scold myself, "Ayesha, pull yourself together. He's only had a haircut!"

I'm about to push away his thoughts when he comes and sits next to Aayat. Throughout form time my eyes keep wandering over to Rohan and I have a feeling this attraction will cost me big time.

Now that I'm thinking about him, I realise in the past year that I've sat with him in Maths, I've never actually had a proper look at him. I guess one of the reasons for that was his long hair, it used to cover his features.

We didn't communicate a lot either. One, because I'm terrible at holding conversations and two, I never felt the need to try.

I snap out of my thoughts when the class cheers at the new teacher's comment, "You're not having any lessons today."

I'm happy but I don't get why they called us in if we weren't going to do anything.

For the rest of the day I hang with my friends at our usual place, the drama block.

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The next morning I wake up at six thirty and start getting ready for school.

When I'm ready I stand in front of the mirror and twist a lock of hair around my finger, trying to get an idea of what I should do with it today.

Yesterday I had straightened my hair and left it down because it was the first day back and I felt like putting in the effort but today I can't be bothered so I decide to ask my mum to do me a plait. Yes, I'm fourteen and I still ask my mum to do my hair.

By the time she's done it's already seven o'clock, I grab my bag and rush out the door but I come back and quickly hug my mum before leaving again.

I wait for the bus and it arrives at six past seven exactly, it takes me to the bus station from where I have to catch the bus to school.

By the time the clock hits eight, I'm within the premises of school; it's a usual morning as I sit in L block and wait patiently until half past eight for my friends to arrive.

Sometimes I wish I lived nearer to school, just so I wouldn't have to arrive so early and I could have a lie in.

I'm about to doze off when I'm greeted by a warm hug. Without opening my eyes I know it's Aayat, she always hugs me in the mornings.

I'm startled by the sound of the bell as it rings loudly near my ear and I jump up from my seat, making my way outside to line up. I see Rohan and steal a quick glance at him before walking inside.

Today we don't have assembly so we make a birthday train around the classroom.

Soon, it's time for our first lesson - English. We go outside to line up.

Nearly half the English department got pregnant at the same time so it meant we have new teachers. Coincidentally, my new form tutor is also my new English teacher, what fun?

We walk into class as she gives us a seat. I sit at the table on the side and hope someone nice sits with me. I'm arranging my stuff on the table when Abhi comes and sits beside me.

I mentally shout, "Not Abhi!"

It's as if he heard me and he responds with an equally sarcastic grin.

Why couldn't it be someone else, someone who I could communicate with? Or even someone who's nice?

What I mean is, he's a popular guy so automatically he's up himself, not to forget, him and Rohan are best friend's so there can't be much difference between the two, right? And despite the fact we have been in the same form, we've not said two words to each other in the past three years! How will I adjust with him now? How can something that's not happened in three years happen now? Urgh!

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Author's note:

~ Honestly speaking, I really struggled to complete this chapter. I was constantly wondering if it's boring or does it drag?

~ What did you all think? Don't forget to leave a little comment to let me know.

~ Lastly, since this is a story about crushes I would love to hear any stories you have with your crush. So, to get my next dedication feel free to share your story with me.

P. S. How many of you saw Varun on Look Who's Talking? He was looking so cute, na? ♡_♡

~ Kirren☺
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