Are we meant to be? MN FF Ch 4 pg 7 - Page 3

Chapter 3

Nupur's POV.

"He is a what??" My friend asked, looking at me with confusion in her eyes, "and who exactly are you talking about?"
I stomped my feet angrily as we walked across the college yard the next day.
"He is a WEIRDO-pervert-WEIRDO!" I exlaimed between gritted teeth, "what? He thinks that he can threaten me like that?? Well, we'll se about that!"
I made a gesture infront of me like I was strangling someone. I sniffed.
"Just because he's popular he thinks he can treat me like that? Stupid, pervert".
"I am just going to ignore you from now on..." My friend said, "because you make absolutely no sence at all".

We walked into the classroom, placing ourselves on our usual places.
I took a deep breath, trying to get over my anger towards that guy from yesterday.
The one who didn't even tell me his name.
I wondered what I had agreed to, really?
Why in the world did he want me to teach him about love?
He didn't seem like the kind of person who would need any tutoring in that area.
He was probably just going to make fun of me, he and his popular friends probably had an evil plan to humiliate me infront of a lot of people.
Or maybe...

I thought back on all the serials I had watched over the years.
Every single plot starting with a girl and a boy meeting like me and that guy had, went through my mind.
I analyzed, trying to figure out the plan that guy probably had in his mind.
He and his friends had probably made a bet, to see if he could make me... do something... or change into a person that wasn't really me... or MAYBE!"
I gasped, making fists angrily.
Maybe they had made a bet to see if he could make me fall inlove with him?!

"Ooooh..." I said under my breath, squinting my eyes together, "You bad, bad guy!!"
I suddenly heard a slamming sound infront of me and I snapped out of my throughts.
Our teacher was standing infront of me, with her arms crossed.
I sank down into the chair, looking around at the other students, who were laughing silently to themselves.
I guess I had been talking out loud.
I frowned, raising my shoulders apologetically.
"Nupur Bushan..." My teacher once again slammed her hand on my desk, "if you are going to disturb the class with your thoughts, atleast let us know the whole story".

"Eh??" I shook my head, raising my hands up defensively, "I'm sorry... I will pay more attention".
She kept glaring at me.
I shrunk down again.
"...and keep quiet..." I continued.
The teacher turned around and walked back to the front again.
I looked around at the others and sank down even more in the chair.
I wasn't sure just how many times this had happened to me.

Mayank's POV.

"Geez, did you guys see that girl who has just moved here?" My friend exclaimed, "that is a serious babe-warning!"
I looked up from my book, feeling curious about his words.
"What girl?" I asked.
"You haven't seen her?" He leaned closer to me, "she lights up the corridors wherever she walks, you're going to notice her..."
He nodded and I just looked away.
My mind was slipping to that angel from yesterday.
There had really been a light around her that evening.
But was she the same girl as my friend was talking about?
"Do... do you know her name?" I asked, trying not to sound too interested.
"I have no idea..." he replied, "but I can find out, if you want?"
I blushed and looked down into my book.
"N-naah... it doesn't matter..." I stuttered, "whatever..."

After class had ended, we walked through the corridor, heading towards the cafeteria.
Everything went down as it used to.
The other students in the corridor stepped out of the way, so me and my friends could walk by without any trouble.
I walked in the front, with my friends following behind.
I felt like such a snob.

We walked around a turn at the end of the corridor, when I suddenly felt all air being pushed out of my lungs, and my body coming to a sudden halt.
I stepped backwards, looking at the person I had walked into.
"Ouchhh!!" she yelled, shooting up from the floor, "watch where you're going!!"
When she looked up at me, her face suddenly stiffened. She stared at me with wide eyes.
A smile crept up on my face and I crossed my arms.
"Well, isn't it little Miss.Criminal?" I mumbled, "so now you're also trying to harm people in the corridors? Shame on you".
She frowned, exhaling in disbelief. I chuckled when I saw her biting her lowerlip.
I then walked passed her, feeling her angry glares on my neck.

"Who was that...?" my friend asked.
I chuckled and kept walking.
"No one important" I replied.

Nupur's POV.

Oh, that guy... seriously!!
I raised my fist, waving it infront of me, while cursing loudly.
I jumped up and down, trying to release the frustration I felt inside of me.
"It doesn't matter that you're popular!" I hissed, "you're just rotten on the inside! How are you going to learn about love? You proably have a stone as a heart!"
I sat down on the floor, breathing deeply a couple of times with my eyes closed.
I tried to think of happy things, like my prince charming.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a couple of girls looking at me weirdly.
I made an angry face and they hurriedly walked away from me.
Yeah, I know I've got a bad temper... but can you blame me??

At the end of the day, me and my friend was walking home from college.
We had been to the candyshop, so we were both happily eating our snacks, while chatting about girl stuff.
You know like, boys, boys and... boys?
"Oh, he really is eyecandy..." my friend sighed, "handsome, smart... I just wonder why he doesn't have a girlfriend?"
"Who are you talking about?" I asked, taking a bite from the candybar. Chocolate must really be a girls best friend!
"The studentbody president..." she replied with a dreamy expression on her face, "he is such a dreamboy".
I threw my head back and laughed out loud, clapping my hands together, then changed back to a serious expression.
"That guy? He's nothing but an empty candy carton!" I exclaimed angrily.

My friend looked at me like that again, not understanding a thing.
"An empty candy carton?"
I nodded.
"It might look great on the outside, but once you take a peek on the inside, you'll get disappointed".
"You speak like you know him..." my friend grabbed my arm, "do you?"
I nodded at first, but then I remembered that if the incident that had happened between us were revealed, then he would report me to the principal.
I pretended to choke on the candy in my mouth.
"Nupur! Are you okay?!" my friend exclaimed.
I banged my chest a couple of times, hanging on her shoulder.
"We better get home quickly, I feel like I'm about to faint..." I said, putting the back of my hand to my forehead.

When I got home I fell down heavily on my bed. Staring up at the ceiling.
I shook my body fiercely, due to all the sugar I had eaten.
I was suddenly having so much energy, but at the same time I didn't.
My head was tired, but my body felt like it was ready to run a marathon.
I saw a vision of my body (excluding the head) running across the streets in France, waving to the crowd cheering...
I raised an eyebrow.
Sometimes my thoughts were kinda weird.

I rolled over on my side, staring at the posters on my wall.
I felt that well-known warmth spreading in my body when I looked at the pretty boys up there.
Actors, singers, models. You name it!
I felt my mind slipping away again, but this time I was at a beautiful restaurant.
I walked into a huge room, candles lit everywhere, dimmed lights.
I was wearing the most beautiful gown you can imagine, almost flying over the floor.

When I entered the room I saw him standing there...
Prince Charming.
I waved gracefully and walked over to him.
He pulled out the chair for me and I sat down.
Ah, could this be more perfect?
He sat down opposite me, grabbing my well-manicured hand, looking into my eyes tenderly.
"There is something I would like to ask you..." he said.
I leaned closer to him, waiting impatiently.
"I want to ask you if..."

BEEP!

Prince charming hesitated for a second, then composed himself, once again looking at me with those intense brown eyes.
"Nupur... will you..."

BEEP!

I squeezed my eyes shut, hugging prince charming's hand tightly.
I smiled towards him, telling him to continue.
"Nupur will you BEEEEP!"

I snapped out of my thoughts, throwing myself around, grabbing my cell-phone furiously.
"STOP BEEPING!" I shrieked, slamming it against my bed a couple of times.
Stupid cellphone that disturbed me in my beautiful thoughts!!
I opened my cellphone and saw that I had received a textmessage.
Number unknown.
I cursed to myself, opened the message and felt a frustrated frown finding its way onto my face.

'Hey... Criminal! Hope you haven't hurt too many people with your clumsiness today? I just wanted to tell you to come meet me at the playground next to the museum tonight. I'll be waiting".

I sniffed in disbelief and closed my cellphone.
"No way, you pervert!" I exclaimed, "I am not playing along in your charade!"
I crossed my arms stubbornly and heard another beep from my phone.
I reluctantly grabbed it and read the second message.

'And if you don't come here, you know what will happen= possible decapitation. Hurry up and get here!"

I bursted out in frustration, stomping my feet.
I threw the cellphone away from me, sighing deeply.
Decapitation, Hah! I wasn't afraid of him!

But then my mind suddenly slipped back to the vision of my headless body running that marathon.
I shuddered.
Neeh, I wasn't really that beautiful headless...
I dragged my feet out of the room.
I guess I had to accept that he owned me... atleast for now.

Mayank's POV.

I leaned my back against the slide, searching the surroundings carefully.
If she didn't get here soon, I would have to threaten her with something even worse than decapitation.
I picked up my cellphone and started writing a message.
Halfway through it I heard steps behind me, so I turned around.
I found her walking towards me, with a not so pleased expression on her face.
She halted a couple of meters away from me.
"If this is one of your sick pervert-plans to get busy with me, you can FORGET IT!" she exclaimed, "I'm not that kind of girl!"

I stared at her in disbelief.
"No offence..." I began, shaking my head, "but you're definately not my type..."
Her jaw dropped and I saw her turn away angrily.
I took a step closer to her.
"I just wanted to talk to you about the tutoring..." I mumbled.
She looked at me, still with that angry frown on her face.
"I need you to teach me how to treat a girl properly, how to sweep her off her feet" I continued.
"Well, I can tell you right now that a guy shouldn't threaten a girl with decapitation!" she exclaimed.
I tilted my head.
"Well, good thing you're not the one I want, right?"
She turned away again.

"I suggest that we work out some kind of plan for this..." I sat down on a swing, "like when we should meet and stuff".
She stayed quiet, so I just continued talking.
"We have to meet in secret, since no one should find out about this..." I looked at her, "because you don't want people to know that you're a cheater, right?"
She turned towards me, forced smile on her lips.
"That... would be right..." she said and nodded.
I chuckled.
"Oh, and one more thing..." I wiped the smile off my face, "if anyone finds out about my lack of knowledge about love..."
She tried to look into my eyes, but obviously she was having trouble doing that.
"Then I will make you're life very, very, very difficult... You do realize the power I have at our college, right?"

She nodded.
"Let's start the lessons tomorrow evening" I said, "after college".
Her eyes shot towards me.
"W-what?? Tomorrow?!"
"Yeah, is that a problem?" I asked.
She bit her lowerlip, obviously hesitating about what to answer.
"I guess not..." she replied after a while.

"Great!" I stood up from the swing, walking passed her.
"Oh, and by the way..." I turned around, "what is your name?"
She didn't turn around towards me, only tilted her head. I could almost imagine her resolute facial expression before me.
"It's Nupur..." she replied silently, "Nupur Bushan..."
I nodded.
"Nice to meet you, Nupur. I'm Mayank Sharma".
I put my hands in my pockets and walked away.

Nupur's POV.

I sighed and turned to look at his back.
I shook my head and hit it a couple of times.
Did I really have to spend my evenings with that piece of...?
I bit my lowerlip again and kicked in the sand.

I then started making my way home again.

Amazing update Muskaan... Simply amazing... I love Mayanks threats... and Nupur's day dreaming...adorable... can't wait for next update... 😳

lovely updt
thanks for the pm

Really enjoying this...May be mayank dnt know about love but he's too smart at some other things..😆..And love this tactics of him...Poor nupur..😳..
Looking forward to the teaching part...cont soooooon...

nice update

superb update Muskaan!

Hello everyone :) Thank you for your inspiring comments!

Chapter 4

Nupur's POV.

"Tell me again why you can't come with me to the mall today?" my friend said.
I pulled my shoulders up towards my ears, feeling so guilty for lying.
"My mother suddenly had a strange cramp and she wanted me to come with her to the hospital..." I replied, grabbing her hand, "please understand, dear friend!"
She tilted her head and exhaled.
"You have to take care of your mother, so of course I understand!"
I pushed my lowerlip out, blinking my eyes to show her that I was really sorry for breaking my promise to her.
I let go of her hand and looked away.
With my head turned away from her I made an angry face, imagining that Mayank-guy being squashed by an unidentified-flying-piano.

Later that night I was once again standing at the playground, where we had met yesterday.
I was waiting for him to arrive and fill my existence with his loveable prescence.
Okay * barf *.

I sat down on a swing and reminisced all my childood memories from sitting on swings. I used to love it.
Just flying through the air, feeling my hair blowing in the wind, closing my eyes and imagine me flying over the mountains and clouds in the sky! But I grew up. Now it was concidered weird to swing like that.
I exhaled and looked around me again. Wasn't he going to be here soon?
I bit my lowerlip mischieviously and decided to count to 20, and if he hadn't arrived by that time, I would go home.
I closed my eyes.
One, two, three, four, five...

"Are you enjoying yourself?"
I jumped up from the swing, once again positioning me in a Jackie Chan pose.
When I saw who was standing behind me, I cleared my throat and stood up straight.
"So you decided to show up after all?" I mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant.
"I always keep my promises" he said, sitting down on the swing, "take a seat".
I looked at his hand that was making a gesture towards the empty swing next to him.
I squinted my eyes and hesitantly walked over to it, like I was suspecting that there was something wrong with it.
I kept a stoneface, pursing my lips together.
"So where do we start?" he asked.
I looked away for a second, once again praying for that unidentified piano to come flying through the air.
"I don't know..." I forced a smile, "that depends on how clueless you are?"

He sniffed.
I smiled and felt pleased that I had managed to make im feel uncomfortable.
"According to my friend, my sence of love is non-existing" he replied.
I smothered a laugh, biting my jaws together tightly. The loud roar of laughter that wanted to fly out through my mouth echoed inside my head instead. I thought it sounded a little like the evil witch in snow-white.
"Okay, let me ask you this..." I folded my hands together, "if you like a girl, how do you show it to her?"

He frowned, not answering. My jaw dropped and I had to clear my throat.
"You do... like girls... don't you?" I asked, smothering another laugh as he glared at me angrily.
"Of course I do!" he exclaimed, "What do you take me for?!"
I smacked my tongue, glaring at him.
"You make it sound like there would be something wrong with you if you liked boys!"
He looked down at the ground, clearly being embarassed. That made me feel even more pleased.
"Okay, let's try this..." I began, sitting up straight and pushing my hair back, "let's pretend, and God forbid that this would ever happen in real life, that I am the girl you like..."
I felt myself throw up a little in my mouth when I landed the suggestion. I made a disgusted face and tried to compose myself.
I looked at him and saw that he nodded, so I brought up all my acting skills.

"It's kinda chilly outside... don't you think?" I asked, rubbing my arms.
He just nodded and stared up at the sky.
I glanced at him, waiting for him to make that move, THE move! The one every guy HAS to know! But he stayed still, staring up at the sky.
I cleared my throat sharply and saw him looking at me. I forced a sweet smile.
"It sure has gotten colder outside... right, Mayank?"
He nodded once again and shrugged his shoulders.
"I guess winter is approaching, one should dress up better..."

My eyes turned into X:es and I swear I could hear a trainwhistle shrieking loudly next to me.
I bit my jaws together, closed my eyes and took a couple of breaths.
I couldn't keep my mind from imagining me throwing myself over him, strangling him with his shoelaces.
Mayank..." I said between gritted teeth, "the weather is really cold and I'm only wearing this thin sweater..."
"Yeah, well you should've taken a jacket..." he replied nonchalantly.

My eyes popped out of its sockets and my jaw crashed to the ground.
I was appearantely dealing with a zero braincelled-cave-man, who had been living inside a closet his whole life...
I pulled my fingers through my hair, feeling so extremely frustrated, I could barely keep myself from screaming out loud.
"MAYANKKKK... that jacket of yours looks really warm and cosy, am I right? I am the girl you care for very much and I'm sitting here so cold and lonely, in this chilly weather, waiting for SOMEONE to feel sorry for me and maybe, I don't know, borrow me his warm and cosy jacket?!?!?!"

Mayank's POV.

I looked at her and saw that there nearly was fume beaming from her ears.
I couldn't understand what she was so upset about, and why she just wanted to talk about the weather... I mean, isn't that something you do with someone you barely know, or when there just isn't anything else to talk about?
"Do you want to go home and get a jacket?" I asked.
She bursted out a loud cry of, I don't really know what, and started hitting her head against the chain holding the swing up.
She exhaled, obviously trying to calm herself down. I stared at her, not understanding a thing.
"Mr.Weirdo..." she folded her hands in her lap, "I have something to tell you, and I will just cut to the chase..."
She cleared her throat.
"When it comes to love... there are certain.. basic-stuff that everyone knows, okey?"
I nodded.
"Like for example; If a girl says that the weather is chilly, and she is not wearing enough clothes, a true gentleman or any guy, should offer her his jacket, to keep her warm!!" she exclaimed, raising her hands out to the sides, "that is SO basic!"

I looked at her for a while. She was standing infront of me, waiting for her words to sink into my brain.
I nodded and looked up at her.
"Do you want to borrow my jacket?" I asked.
"OH! It's too late now..." she turned around and walked away.
~~~~~~~~~

"What the eff are you doing??"
I stopped in the middle of the movement, pouting my lips.
"I'm discretely moving closer to you, wasn't that what you told me to do?" I asked.
"You call that discrete?!" she pointed her finger at me, "you make it seem like you're some sort of pervert, who only wants to get some of this pretty lady, who also happens to go by the name Nupur Bushan! Now get you butt back over there and try again!!"
I moved back to my original position on the bench and sighed deeply.
Nupur was really a harsch teacher. Ah well, she did warn me about it before.

"What are you waiting for? Go, go, go!" she exclaimed impatiently.
I scratched the back of my head and started to move closer to her, slowly and step by step, just like she had told me to.
When I was sitting close enough to her I just sat there, waiting for further instructions.
I mean, I had a feeling that I was supposed to do something more, but what? Should I grab her hand? Put my arm around her or... kiss her?
I frowned and glanced at Nupur, who was pouting her lips, staring at the environment around us.
I sighed and just figured that I would go for something... didn't matter which.
I reached my hand out and grabbed her hand, suddenly feeling how cold it was.
"Geez, you should've brought gloves..." I mumbled.
"Shhhh!!" she husched me, "you're ruining the moment.

I cleared my throat and leaned closer to her face, closed my eyes.

Nupur's POV.

Actually, having his hand in mine didn't really feel so bad. As long as I didn't look at him and remember who he was, then it was okay.
I was just sitting there, imagining my own prince charming holding on to my hand.
Gosh, he was handsome, and loveable. There was nothing that could keep my mind from digging deeper into this fantasy.
Prince charming moved closer to me, closed his eyes and leaned in to give me a kiss...
I turned my head to my right and suddenly my fantasy cracked like a mirror when I saw Mayank's face close to mine.
My eyes widened. I shrieked loudly and hit his head with my purse, shooting up from the bench.
He bursted out a cry of pain and covered his head with his hands.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I yelled, "you really are a pervert, aren't you?! You weren't even pretending, you really are!!"

"What!" he yelled, looking up at me, "I only did what you told me to do!"
"When did I ask you to touch my nose with your nose?!" I kicked a stone towards him, "that was not part of the lesson!"
I put my hands on my hips, suddenly feeling a gush of embarassment in my stomach. I had nearly kissed him... there was no way out of that.
I cleared my throat, still keeping a fare distance between us.
"I think we've learned enough for today..." I mumbled, "now let's talk about your homework..."
He looked at me in dibelief.
"Homework? What homework?" he asked.
"Ya!" I glared at him sharply, "If you would just let me finish, I would tell you!"

I smacked my tongue. He was so annoying.
"I want you to analyze atlease one scene from a serial where the boy and the girl meets alone" I continued, "and tell me the different things or moves, that the guy made, okay?"
He made an extremely tormented face.
"I hate watching serials!"
I clapped my hands together, making him twitch.
"I'm your teacher now and you are to listen to my orders, understood?"

He nodded reluctantly, pouting his lips.
I forced a smile.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow then..."
I turned around and started heading back home.

Mayank's POV.

I watched her walk away with an angry facial expression. So I needed to watch a serial, eh?
I shivered. I did not like watching those serials... they were so lovey-dovey.
But after all, I did learn a lot today. And if my teacher told me to watch a serial, then I would.
Because I'm a very obedient boy...

I stood up from the swing and put my hands in my pockets.
Hopefully tomorrow's lesson wouldn't end like this one did...

Embarassment slammed against me when I thought about what I had done.
In order to even be able to lean closer to her I'd had to imagine her being that angel from colllege. And in the end I ended up believing that it really was her.

Geez, for that angel-like girl... I would endure 100 more classes like these...
Just to be able to get a hold on her heart.

wow... Amazing update Muskaan... Loved the class, poor Mayank... 😛😆