Above picture is of Samar Malhotra. 👆👆

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" And......... I feel like an idiot trying to get your attention when all you do is notice him. "

quoted#self.

APEKSHA'S P. O. V.

Undoubtedly this boy is Samar. Man, he has changed a lot. Mr. Singh asked him to introduce himself to the class. He greeted the class as he said,

" Good morning friends, I am Samar Malhotra. My father owns movie sets in London and Paris. I have moved to India from England due to some reasons. I love swimming and horse riding. Nice to meet you all. I know y'all and me, we'll make great friends."

As he spoke in his thick English accent I heard girls swoon behind me. There were 'Ohs' and 'Ahs' and 'he is so 'handsome ' comments going on when he looked at me and smiled a warm smile, his smile reaching his blue eyes as he tightened his grip on his schoolbag's strap. His Electrifying Blue eyes. How could I forget them?

I too smiled back at him. Obviously, manners.

Navya poked her finger in my stomach. I looked at her.

" Do you know him? ",she asked curiously.

" Well, yes he is my friend. " I answered.

Mr. Singh asked Samar to take a seat wherever he likes. He walked towards the front row.

As he was coming, I looked at him. He was looking ravishing, charming and I felt a knot tieng in my stomach. His eyes were deep and shiny. His dirty blonde hair and devilish cute smile and those muscles of his bulging out, visible even in the school shirt. He came and sat next to me, in the front row. OMG again... he is sitting with the nerds..... Ugh I mean the scholars. I could feel my cheeks redden. I could inhale his refreshing smell, it felt like a cool breeze. I suddenly realized this phenomenal quality of mine.... acting like a mentally disturbed raccoon infront of cute boys.

But, you know it doesn't matter how much handsome he is, he is nothing I repeat NOTHING in comparison to Rehan.

" Hello there beauty ", he said. "Did I tell you that you look amazing but....... but there's a change in you. "

" Hii Samar. How are you? So nice to meet you again. " I greeted him and then when he mentioned a change in me I became curious. What could it be?

" What is it? " I asked anxiously.

" The change?" he smirked and I nodded.

" Well it is that you look more beautiful than you looked before." he grinned.

What? What did he say? Beautiful and me..... Duh! I look like a typical teenager with below average looks. Is he flattering me?

" Thanks. " I muttered in misbelief.

" No seriously earlier you used to be supermodel of triple XL clothes and now you became so unfit by becoming so slim, how?" he asked

Did he just call me fat? As long as I remember I was never that fat. Before I could answer him other voice echoed in the class.

" Miss Tirupati and Mr Mahotra can you both please stop talking and concentrate on this chapter. Talk after my class gets over. " Mr Singh thundered clearly annoyed.

I immediately looked down at my book to avoid further embarrassment. I eyed Navya and she mouthed , 'Explain '. I signalled her, 'Afterwards '

Samar wrote something on my book. I read it, ' We will talk after the class gets over gorgeous. Got lots and lots to converse about :-) '

I nodded while looking at him.
Well indeed it feels special when a guy is charming calls you gorgeous and beautiful. Even if lying!

Samar and I had met five years ago in London. Mom had to go there for her The Then Current Project and dad had some important conference meetings in U. K's capital. So we stayed in London for about six months in our personal resort near the movie set where my mom was shooting for the movie. That movie set belonged to Samar's dad.

Mr. Mahotra and my dad became good friends in a short span of time because of two factors

1) Same nationality.

2) Similar ideologies and business strategies.

And so Zeeshan, Samar and I too became good friends. We used to play together, watch movies together, hanged out together and we even celebrated Diwali and Christmas together. Cool.
Samar's mom is a blonde English lady from whom Samar got his looks. During our stay I learnt about her kind and sweet nature and I was impressed by her when I got to know that she is a master in five languages.

Infact, Samar became my friend easily because his good nature and politeness was compatible with my own behavior. I could be my real self with him without being judged. He loved to read books and so did I and yes, he was modest. Even Zeeshan was a little less cocky around him. Back then I did not even have a crush on Rehan. It's surreal that now I love him to this dire extent. Jeez..

After all our classes ended at 1 pm, Samar started catching up with me. But Rehan's match......... I tried to briefly answer all his questions. Just then Zeeshan entered and Samar and he met like two brothers meet after years of separation. So dramatic. They were speaking and speaking and speaking. God! Rehan's match.

" It's dad's birthday today and you, Samar my friend are cordially invited", Zeeshan said while clapping Samar's back.

" So nice of you Zeeshu but how will I come and what will I wear and what about my parents? " Samar interrogated.

" Bro, please we are in the twenty first century. We will call your parents and invite them too. You will come home with us in our car and you can wear my clothes. My wardrobe is open to you. How lucky if you to get a share of one of the best wardrobes IN this Universe, obviously mine. " Zeeshan replied. .

This Jerk.

And they were going on and on when the clock struck 2:00 pm. I became restless. Zeeshan noticed my uneasiness and said, " What happened? Don't tell me you are a victim of rabies. "

He and his poor jokes.

" Shut up Zeeshan, trust me that dog bit you and then afterwards he suffered from rabies. " I spat.

" Woa, somesone's a badass. " Samar complimented.

" Apeksha.... "

" Come on let's go watch the match. " I cut Zeeshan off before this conversation intensified and we miss the match.

Zeeshan rolled his eyes but then finally agreed. We walked towards the cricket field and I scanned the ground for one player. My heart fluttered as I spotted Rehan batting, standing on the crease and looking very handsome. He stood there playing for the school with a fierce expression and even then my heart beat faster and faster. I did not wait for Zeeshan or Samar and jogged towards the front row to get a better view of the match..... Or may I say Rehan.

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Rehan's P. O. V.

I was in my dressing room, changing for the match. I was sitting in a far corner and I wanted to scream, shout and hit someone because of the intense anger that had accumulated in me.

That new boy. If I am left alone with him just for once, I swear on cricket no, no, no wait, I swear on Apeksha that I am going to break his bloody head. That Samar creep.

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IN THE CLASSROOM.

I was sitting in the last raised row as usual when this blonde monkey looking stupid person entered in the classroom. I raised my eyes to see him and I instantly disliked him because that creep was staring at my Apeksha and was smiling at her. Then he went and sat next to her. Mark the irony of the situation, till date I am incapable of doing that and this person enters and takes a seat next to her, is this some sort of joke or what? Anger took hold of me in such a fashion that I broke the pencil which I was holding in my hand, right from it's centre.

Roxo noticed it and he knew the reason so he didn't say anything. You know the limits were crossed when these two people were so much engrossed in talking that Mr. Singh asked them to stop but still that crappy person was busy writing something on her text book and she continued to smile at him. She never smiles like this at me. Like, come on guys I look 100 times better than this Samar boy.

Never did I find Apeksha so happy. Naturally, my hands rolled into fist until my knuckles turned white. This was the first time, I guess, I was feeling insecure about myself. Is. He. Better. Than. Me? Just then Roxo held my hand tightly.

" What? " I barked.

" Rehan, I am holding your back because I don't want you to break that boy's bones. Please Rehan just relax, stop staring at them. Just concentrate on your studies, okay. " he explained.

I could feel jealously run in every vein of my body. At 11:00 am when I left the classroom to play the match, I saw her talking to him again. She did not even notice that I am leaving.

When I looked at Aara she was beaming at me and was signalling me best of luck. Why? Because she is mine, not Apeksha.

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Be tuned as next chapter contains Rehan's P. O. V and the match.

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