The moment she fell into my arms, my hands tightened around her on their own. Soft. She was soft. The curve of her waist fit right into my palm, and her silky hair felt like velvet. I wasn't supposed to remember any of this, not the way her light brown skin glowed golden in the sun, or how her chubby cheeks looked so soft, or how her glasses slipped down her small nose, or even the curve of her lips. Fuck. Those gloss-coated lips looked like they were made to be kissed and ruined. By me. Her soft lavender scent, mixed with something uniquely hers, was still making me dazed like a fucking drug.
I had never looked at any girl. Never let anyone come near me. But when she fell into my arms, it felt like my whole world shifted. Something protective stirred within me. My entire body moved on its own when I picked her up. I didn't want others to touch her. Her weight in my arms felt like nothing. She looked so delicate, delicateand they might break her if they touched her. For the first time, I lost control over my own body, and I was feeling possessive of someone. And she was the one who did it.
When I laid her down on the bed in the infirmary, my hands lingered on her thighs and face longer than necessary. I didn't move until the nurse came. And even while sitting in my classroom beside Aryan, the teacher was solving and explaining physics numericals, I was distracted. My mind wasn't on the board in front of me. It was on her. Even when I didn't even know her name yet, she had occupied every corner of my mind like she belonged there. I didn't know her class or anything about her, but I wanted to. And I was surprised at myself for wanting to know someone, know her, that desperately. It was the first time someone, and that too a girl, caught my attention. I spent most of my time studying or helping Dad in business, along with Aryan. I never had time for shitty relationships or one-night stands. They were a waste of time and money.
"On the earth, Aran. The class ended," Aryan said, and I looked around, seeing others standing up and walking out of the class for the lunch break. When I turned to Aryan, I saw him staring at me like he was about to say something stupid. And as soon as he opened his mouth, I stood up. "Don't you dare say something stupid. I won't hesitate before ruining that face of yours." Aryan shut his mouth, knowing I don't give empty threats. I walked out of my classroom with my hands setting the collar of my school's turquoise shirt, and then slipped them into the pockets of my dark blue school pants. My eyes scanned the hallway, searching for her. As much as I hated to admit it, I wanted to see her and make sure she was fine. Aryan wrapped his arm around my shoulder while whistling. I had planned to ignore him, but then he pointed at someone I was desperate to seeeven when I shouldn't have been.
"Look, Aran. It's the same girl you helped today. She's chubby but... cute. Isn't she?" I gazed with Aryan in my mind as my gaze locked on the girl standing at the doorway of a classroom while talking with another girl. I looked up at the class sign that said 10th Class.
She looked too small to be a tenth grader.
Her small figure didn't even reach my chest when she fell in assembly. She was bouncing slightly in excitement while talking to her friend. My gaze trailed down on its own from the curve of her chest to her waist and then to her thighs. Even in the school's turquoise kurti with the dark blue jacket attached in the front, she looked effortlessly beautiful. Different from the other girls, even when they wore the same school dress. It was like that dress was made to be worn by her only.
The dips of her perfect thighs, hidden beneath those dark blue pants, were doing something to me. Suddenly, my pants were too tight and uncomfortable, but I ignored them and walked ahead until I passed by her with Aryan by my side. She didn't look at me. Not even a glance. A sudden urge to push her against the wall, grip her chin, and make her look at me stirred inside me.
God, she's driving me insane without even trying.
Outside the boys' washroom, I waited for Aryan to come out with my back against the wall, ignoring the squeals of girls passing by and the ache in my pants. How the hell did she manage to make me hard without even doing anything? Just a glimpse of her and here I amaching. Throbbing with need. Never in my life had an ordinary girl affected me this much. I had promised myself I wouldn't let any distraction come near me because, in my world, distraction meant death. You lose your focus for one second, and you're dead the next minute. I can't be distracted.
I cannot afford to be attracted to her. It's dangerous. She is dangerous. A distraction I shouldn't have.
Aryan poked my shoulder, snapping me back to reality, and looked at me with that bitchy face I hated the most. "Dreaming about your junior, hmm? Never thought I'd see you take interest in someone, and that too a junior." His cocky smirk was making my blood boil, but I didn't deny it. It was true, after all. I don't want to admit it, but she took a part of me unknowingly, and I have no intentions of taking it back.
Maybe because it was always hers. That part of me belonged to her way before she even fell into my arms.