Chapter1

Anna's POV

Finding place for parking a car is the hideous thing that I hate to do, and that too on the first day of my senior year. Finally I parked it at the end of the lane. I looked in the rear view mirror, fixing my hair for probably the millionth time. I dusted my short skirted black dress and got out. I had dreamt about this day many times, and now that I was here, I was hyperventilating waiting to be in the final year of school. Looking around, I twitched towards my friends Suzanne and Mindy.

First day of School (Senior Year).

We all made our way to our respective classes. Since I was usually a topper and a good listener in class, I always took the front seat in class, with or without my friends. They know me better as I do not compromise with my studies at all and its senior year; I did not want to take any chances. I scanned the whole class and saw those boring and similar faces. All the front row seats were taken expect for one in which some guy was sleeping. He is such an idiot, I thought to myself. I couldn't understand how people could sleep on their first day. I decided to ask him if I could sit near him, because I don't like back seats at all.

"Excuse me?" I grinned.

He was so drowned in sleep that he didn't even look up. Frustrated, I shouted."Hey, you idiot!" He finally got up, wincing as the light reached his eyes.  

I smirked to see his hair totally messed up but strange I have never seen him before in the school before. He rubbed his sea green eyes and chuckled "Yes?"

"Can I sit here, please?" I flinched. He just nodded and I sat near him. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, folded his arms on bench and turned his head to me. I met his green eyes and said "Hey". He just nodded with cute smile. I looked down at what he was wearing and realized that we matched. He too was wearing a black sweatshirt with 'I'm sexy' written on it. I smirked to see that and turned my head towards the door, waiting for the professor to come.  

As I waited for the professor, I could feel his eyes on me. Through the corner of my eye, I saw him staring at me like an owl, like something was wrong with me. I got up, feeling uncomfortable, and shifted to the next row, on the second bench, far away from the idiot. I didn't like second rows and that weirdo is the reason I had to compromise.

After the school hours I saw some sea green stuck on me from a distance. I met his eyes and was taken aback. Who was he? I don't know him, but his eyes are mesmerizing. Why is he staring at me? I shook my head, trying to remove him from my thoughts. His eyes were too beautiful to look away, but I really needed to concentrate on my studies so I timidly broke our eye contact and walked away with him. As I drove back home, I wondered why I wasn't angry with him. If anyone stared at me like he did, I would get angry. But here I was, thinking about his eyes. I pulled my car into the garage, knowing that I should not let him affect me.

Second day of School

I looked at the alarm clock. Oh my god! I'm late for school. It's already seven thirty and I have only fifteen minutes to reach there. Driving as fast as I could, I reached in twenty minutes. I settled my knee length purple dress on my way to class. A great silence greeted me, when I reached the door.  

I cursed to myself when I saw the Professor in the class. I sighed and asked for permission to enter the class. I apologized him for coming late and took my usual front seat, which was thankfully vacant. I searched the room to find my friends and there they were always at the last benches. I waved them and saw the same idiot standing at the corner of the board ten feet away from me. I raised my eyebrow wondering whether he was punished. He swept towards board and snickered seeing me. As I turned my head towards the professor I couldn't help but wonder why he always smiled at me.  

Throughout the lecture, I drifted my mind away from him and started paying attention to studies, only occasionally shifting my eyes towards him. His beautiful green eyes were stuck on me, with him smiling, every time I looked at him. 

After 2 long hours of torture of smiling I got up to ask him his problem. "Hey, what are you smiling at?" I groaned. 

"I think, at you." He giggled. 

"Why? Am I so damn funny?" I asked angrily, but he just walked away from me, ignoring me. My jaw dropped to the floor. This is ridiculous! He can't just walk away like that.  

When he didn't show up for the next two lectures, I couldn't help but be relieved that I could be myself without anybody staring at me. It's really frustrating. After school hours, I searched the entire school looking for him, but I couldn't find him. So I just left it at that and drove away.

Third day of School

I decided to confront him and ask him his problem. I stomp my leg and reached class. I took my usual seat I opened my books and started babbling the yesterday's work. I look up and saw the saw same idiot Making 'v' sign with his fingers and then pointed it to my eyes giving me 'I'm watching you typo look'. Huh! I said "Whatever" and he sat just behind me. Hopefully, I wouldn't be tortured with his smile anymore today. After the school hours, I went with my friends to the parking area and what I saw was shocking. Some students had formed a circle, yelling 'fight! Fight! I walked towards the place where the fight was going on. That idiot was fighting with Randy, who was known as the badass of the school. Why would he fight with him? As I stood there, watching both of them fight, I realized I was worried about this guy. So worried that I wanted this fight to stop; I wanted to do something to help the idiot. Doesn't he realize he can get suspended? I looked around wondering why the people are encouraging them to continue; shouldn't they be resolving the fight or something?

I asked my friends to help me stop the fight, but they weren't bothered. But what I couldn't understand is why the hell I'm so worried? I didn't even know him name! I was being impulsive. Though the idiot was beating him up, I should be scared for the other guy, but I didn't want this idiot to get hurt! My friends pulled me towards my car and I was sure he saw me walk away. I heard that roaring sound of others so I turned around to see him and caught him staring at me. I looked at him and yelled "Just stop!" Then I left with my friends and drove back home. I don't know why I did that, but I just did.

Fourth day of school

I just couldn't take this boy out of my mind whole night. So I went school a little earlier just to know his problem and to ask about yesterday. I anxiously waited for him to arrive but he didn't show up. I was so depressed. I saw every single person entering class but him! I went out to look in the corridors and found no one. Disappointed with the day so far, I made my way to class, sitting on my regular bench. I couldn't concentrate on the lecture; I was too worried about him. Was he suspended? "Just one last chance." I muttered to myself and turned around, scanning the back benches. Suddenly, my eyes stopped to my row's second last bench.

There he is! My idiot in blue polo shirt! Wait, he isn't mine. How can I think that? After seeing him, I was relieved and could concentrate on my studies. I saw him, was relieved, took a deep breath and concentrated on studies. Four lectures were over and I turned around to find my friends (seriously I was searching them) but I saw he was coming in my direction. I got nervous looked down, looked up. Still, he was coming on my way. Coming near, he again made 'I'm watching you' typo gesture with his fingers gave a huge big smile with dimples to me and was gone.

Other four lectures were too boring. And as usual he didn't showed up for second half of the school. I was gone with him floating in my mind already.

Fifth day of school

Should I talk to him? Should I not? Is he good? Or am I just amazed by his looks? Thoughts flickered around while driving to school. I reached there and went to class still confused what to do? I thought about telling Suzanne and Mindy, they might be able to help me. Then I thought, no! I needed to figure this out on my own. I took my usual seat and saw him coming in his white t-shirt and blue jeans. 

He sat with me and started staring at me once again. Finally I broke the silence and spoke "Hey, are you like checking me out or I'm so damn funny that you are laughing at me since day one?" 

Checking me out? Did I just say that to him!? Oh god.

"Actually, I'm amazed to see that Angels do study." He smirked.

"What do Angels have to do with me?" I objected.

"When I said Angel, I meant you." He stated, folding his hands.

I blushed, and asked. "Am I-I?"

"Yep! An Angel!" He muttered.

Our conversation was interrupted by the Professor. Ugh! Throughout the class, we were staring at each other or checking each other out. I couldn't help but think that there is some kind of vibe between us. Otherwise, wouldn't I have been angry at him? Instead of being angry I spent the past four days, thinking about his eyes and smile. I decided to talk to him later after the school hours.

After the fourth lecture, he left, just as I knew he would. At this rate, how do I talk to him after school hours? He might come after school though, and that time I will talk to him; I made up my mind. But he didn't show up. I searched everywhere for him, but he was gone. That idiot!

Sixth day of school

I like him already. Really, I do. I'm not ashamed of admitting my feelings for him; but what if he didn't like me or didn't think me of the way I do? I mean, how can he know that I like him as we have spoken only once or twice? Or am I being stupid to like him in just five days? Wait, do I like him or do I just want to be friends with him? This boy has made my world upside down. I didn't talk to my friends much, didn't sleep now-a-days, didn't go out with anyone, instead I'm engrossed in thinking about him- really it's him, bothering me. I parked my Volvo in the parking, fixed my look and started making my way to class which was too far away from the remaining classes, for anyone to be here.  

While I walked, Randy, the badass of the school and with whom my Idiot had fought, came stomping his leg, with a wooden rod in his hand. He stopped in front of me, pointed to his head and angrily said, "You should pay for this, Anna!"

"Hey, what?! Are you nuts? I did nothing to you." I frowned.

"Oh really? Then just go to hell!" He grunted and hit my head with the rod, before I could even blink my eyes.

And then blank out------blank out.

I opened my eyes and found myself in someone's arms. And I got up from his arms to see him. He was my idiot. Is it really him? What am I doing here? In his arms, huh?

"What are you doing here, and how come I'm here? Where am I? Randy, he hit me where is he? And whose blood is this?" I bombarded with so many questions on him also I saw his hands were sort of whipped in blood.

"Anna, just calm down! You are safe now. Look, there's Randy. And dear your- your head?" He said, sobbing. He showed me Randy who was unconscious now also suddenly I felt sensation in my head as I found some blood oozing out from it.  

"Are you all right? Where did he hit you? Show me, and how you feeling now?" He was cuddling me and held my face in his arms. "Your eyes?" I asked. "Hello? I'm asking you a question over here!"

"You talking me about my eyes?" He grunted.

"Your eyes, are- are- are-wet. See." I put my fingers on his cheeks to show him the marks of his freshly dropped tears.

"If he had hurt you or done anything to you, I just couldn't forgive myself my whole life. I couldn't see you being hurt because of me." A tear rolled down his eyes.

I wiped away his tears, and said, "Shhh... Stop crying, you idiot! I'm fine." I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight, trying to console him. His head was on my shoulder and he was still crying and sobbing. I realized that I was also crying with him. My heart raced up with him in my arms. My head was resting on his heart. I could hear his rapid heartbeats. He had a very minty and cool scent which I could smell, lying there in his arms. He held me even more close to him, making me feel like I was in the world's safest place ever. In his embrace, I felt peace, love, passion and fear like every single emotion. After few moments I let go of him, and so did he.

"Explain to me. What's up with me being hurt 'cause of you?" I asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Later, let me take you to doctor first then we will talk." He ordered me. I nodded and he took me into his car to one of the doctors. After all the procedure of checking up, I was declared fine with nothing but some small scar due to hitting so he dressed my head up. I felt weak due to loss of some blood but I was fine as he was there with me. He was still impulsive and again and again asking the doctor about my health and all such things.

"Anna, give me your phone." I did as he said. He called my mother and went outside to talk to her. Within 10 minutes, my mom and my Idiot came. Darned, I didn't know his name! How ridiculous! My mom came and asked him to leave as she was there now.

He smiled and said"Ah-ah take care."

"Thanks! Wai-- t" I called out, but by then he was gone. My mother and I drove back some and she said,"Thank god Mr. Webber reached in time. I'm going to take some serious action against that Randy. You alright, honey? " I nodded.

After few hours of getting bored at home my phone rings. I hopped up to check and saw a text. I opened up and read 'How you feeling, Angel? - Your idiot.' How did he get my number? You know what? I actually don't care. I quickly replied to him 'I'm fine, idiot! And what are you doing?'Should I ask him his name? No, I will ask him face to face, not here! He asked me to meet him tomorrow after school hours. I hurriedly agreed and was way too much excited about my first ever date with any boy in my life. I then asked him how he was. 'Cause I knew he was hurt today, but I was so careless; I didn't even ask him earlier. He assured me that he got a dressing and was fit and fine. Then out of curiosity, I asked him how he saved me. He completely ignored it and said that we could clear the matter tomorrow. 

My first date! But in an injured condition. I was sad that he got so much trouble due to me and was blaming himself. But I still wonder why that asshole hit me. What's with Randy for me? I didn't even do anything to him! Why did he hit me? I got to know the truth from my idiot. We both finally slept at around eleven.

Seventh day of school

Here I was with my mother, on the seventh day of school, in a blue tank top and black skinny jeans. Oh not to forget, a dressing covering my forehead. She was here to report against Randy. She left me in my class and went to the office, to report. All the students, known and unknown, gathered up in flocks to find out what happened to me. I didn't tell them anything as I didn't want to be the most discussed person. Instead, I told them I was hit by some school person. That's it; I said no more and no less than that. Soon, I got a text from my idiot -

From - Idiot! 

'Good going, dear! Well, I'm waiting for your smile for like two minutes! Can I get one please?'

Looking up, I searched for him. When I found him I gave him a small smile. He did too, as he texted me.

From - Idiot! 

"I love your blue top."

I met his eyes once more as I replied.  

To - Idiot!  

'I, too, like your green sweatshirt with your green eyes, dear!'

From - Idiot! 

'Go home after school, I'll pick you up at 6. Bye!'

To - Idiot!  

'Bye, Idiot!'

I was so happy that we were going out. I think he figured out that 'idiot!' is my tag line or something.  

He was at the last bench and I was on the first. Not fair, I can't see him! How strange is my story? Love in six days! It had everything - drama of me being kidnapped, his annoyance, our little vibe thing, he also saved me from the villain like a superhero in the end! Let's see what happens next!

I went home and changed into a black skin tight dress, ending just above my knee with little strap showing my neck clearing and my shoulders, too. I hate artificial make up so decided to go natural by just applying some lip gloss and perfume. High heels are like my good friends; I wore silver and black stilettos, which matched my dress. I was totally ready, but completely unprepared. I told my mom I'm going out with Webber just to give him vote of thanks! Waiting for him, I decided to buy something for him. I asked my mother to buy me some chocolates for him. She was shocked, as she thinks that he is boy, so why chocolates? I just told her to buy some chocolates, as I want to have the most wonderful thing in the world. She bought me some of them and decorated it perfectly. I heard his car sound. My mother and me went outside and saw an Audi Q7, my favorite, standing in front of my door. 

Within no time we left my home.