Typer Head #103 [The Other "She"]

/*For those who are new, this is a continuous series, so before reading this, you might want to read the previous story/ies to get context.*/

For the rest, Here we go...

I could feel warmth radiating around my cheek and spreading towards my ear. I was in a state of shock and at the same time, not very surprised either. Because I knew, this was always a possibility, but yet here was my face, in shock.

Let's rewind a little...

So I was getting in bed with this girl, who if you remember, was the same girl I went out with in the third semester, but didn't really feel any sparks. Anyway, before getting down to business, I according to my ethic, asked her if she was a virgin. And then, all I saw was a palm reaching for my face in super sonic speed, and the door closing behind her.

So let's get back to track now...

So... What the F*%& just happened. Well, in all fairness, not my first time being slapped. So the next day, I am at college and some how, everyone's looking at me. I guess the shit is out in the open. Again, Not my first time.

On the way out, there she was, right in front of me. Not the "she" you are expecting. Another she. You see, she and I were good friends in the first two years of college. Then I screwed up, and well... story of my life. 

So for all those who wanna know, how I managed to screw that one up, well here is some misery, that'll fill up your quota...

So, as I have told you before, I am a nut job introvert, but some how, manage to get a lot of friends. If you ask me, I have no idea how it happens. Well, Shreya and I met in the first semester. We were class mates and she was in this group with me in the soft skills class. So, with time, we became friends. I well not instantly, but by the end of that semester, started to have a thing for her. Anyway, I knew she had a boyfriend, but didn't really care, because well, that wasn't the first thing stopping me. My lack of self confidence and inferiority complex played a much stronger role. All the way till the fifth semester, we shared most classes. But by the end of the third semester, I kind of accepted her as more of a friend, and the feelings seemed to have faded away.

With the end of second year, her relationship ended too. Her boyfriend was a senior and had graduated. When we came back for the fifth semester, she looked kind of out of place, so...

"Hey, You Okay?"

"Yeah, All well. So, were you guys wanna sit?"

"You know where we sit."

So we went to the last row and sat. And when I say 'we', It includes Prithvi, Ritesh and Kishore too. The day ended and she seemed kind of depressed.

"Wanna Go Out?"

Her eyes were wide open, and the guys were in a state of disbelief.

"Tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, Tonight."

"Okay."

So we went out to a nearby restaurant, that was comparatively classier than the others. We sat on opposite sides of the table and made small talk. I wanted to make her laugh but the place was a little too classy for my jokes. We finished our meals, and sat looking at each other.

"You don't Feel it do You?"

"What?"

"The sparks."

She looked at me in silence.

"Is it because we've been friends?" My face showed I wasn't really disappointed, but rather curious.

"I don't know. Maybe..."

"Hey, don't worry, I brought you her so you would't be depressed that's it."

"Okay, I guess."

We got up and split the check, well she insisted. I walked her to her apartment. We said good night and smiled. She turned to open the door.

"Shreya..."

"Yea..."

I pulled her close and kissed her by surprise. First it was just me, then she joined in too. I pulled her up by her thighs and pressed her against the wall and kept kissing her, till I really needed to take a breath.

"What was that all about?" She asked.

"I wanted to see how it felt to kiss you."

"And?..."

"Apparently, Not bad..."

She punched me on my arm.

"Not bad?..."

 We smiled and I said bye, and walked away.

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