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<td>This FF is by me, Mushtari, Moomoo [bmtd11] and Kalee [Kmishra] All three of us will be writing parts of this story up. Enjoy. <font size="4" color="#ff0000" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Bina Soche Pyar Huwa</font> <font size="4" color="#000000" face="Georgia">Part 1</font> <font size="3" color="#000000" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">REENG REENG. </font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">Annoyed as always, I extended my arm across my bed and hit the snooze button. Letting out a long and heavy sigh, i got myself up, pulling my heavy blanket off me and headed towards the washroom. As i brushed my teeth I looked for all the tiny flaws i could possibly find on my face. Obviously i'd look for all the negative featuresabout myself as possible, because those were what mattered. I wouldn't go to school witheven a tiny zit. Well, actually i would. I couldn't possibly afford missing class.I would just have to hide it somehow. Gladly there was no zit. I finished brushing my teeth and started combing my hair back and after it smoothed out, i scrunched it up into a messy pony tail. </font><font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">That was me. I never applied too much make up on. I felt like peeling my face off if i wore any sort of mask-like foundation across my face.</font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">The sound of my alarm, startled me. I ran out of the washroom almost tripping over the strands at the ends of the rug. I fell on my bed after hitting my snooze button one last time. Yes, i was clumsy, a total klutz. I sat up and turned off the stupid alarm. I walked over to my closet and took out a sweat shirt and casual jeans to wear. </font><font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">School wasn't a fashion show. There were girls wearing mini skirt and flashy beaded shirts people would only wear at clubs. That was only because those girl went to college for the guys. I got to admit, there are pretty good looking guys in my school, but none i'd flirt with or touch-like most girls, or evenwear skimpy clothesto impress.</font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">I grabbed my books and headed out. I plopped my books on the passenger seat and sat myself on the driver's, and drove off. </font><font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">My last year in college and i would finally be done, finito. i can't say i will be thrilled, because there are lots of people i'd miss. But my other half would surely be, for i couldn't wait to get rid of the few annoying faces i had to see everyday.</font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">"Vidya" I turned around to face my friend Jiya. I love Jiya, she is an awesome friend. I tell her everything. I met her in 8th grade and we are still as tight as ever.</font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">"Jiya, there you are" We walked past the busy halls as we chatted. </font><font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">My eyes wandered across the the halls and my brain froze. Woah. That guy was cute. That was too bad though, he was obviusly with some other girl. He had dark hair. It was easy to tell that he was not middle-eastern. But boy was he steaming. My head had unconsciously turned its position, following the guy and WAM. I literally spun as my books slammed to the floor. I felt strong arms balance me, so i wouldn't fall. I finally got back to reality and looked towards this person who just saved me from embarassment. As soon as i recognized it i wished i had fallen. Sagar Singh. </font><font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">"Woah, are you alright, watch where you are going there Vidya" He seemed happy and boy did I want to ruin his day.</font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">"You watch it!" I snatched myself away from his grip and picked up my books before he did. I looked over at him and his mood swung. That brought a smile to my face. He seemed annoyed. Which is what i always am everytime i see him.</font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">Sagar is the last person to be friends with. He did have a lot and all the girls were crazy about him, but i couldn't figure out what. He seems like such a pain in the butt. Every since 8th grade, he was annoying.</font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">Me and Jiya continued walking and i noticed Jiya was dead quiet. I looked over at her, "Jiya, are you alive? What's the matter with you?"</font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">Jiya shook as if she was startled. Weird, since when has she daydreamed. The first bell rang and we split without giving me an answer she swung herself towards the other side of the hall. I dragged myself to class, knowing that my morning classes were hell. </font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">As I walked in i looked around and saw half the seats filled. I seated myself at the front row after saying hi to a few familiar faces. I opened my books and tapped my pencil on the notepad. The professor walked in and all were silent. During the lecture, i felt a dab on the back of my head. I looked back and faced Sagar. One reason why i hate my morning classes.</font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">"Vidya, do you have an extra pencil, i lent mine to a friend."</font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">What a moron. If it was his only pencil, why would he lend it to someone else? I gave him the pencil in my hand and turned to take out another. About a second later i felt another dab on my head. Ugh. i turned around and faced Sagar. He was smiling, "Thank you"</font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">I rolled my eyes. Before My head was 180 degress turned, i saw Sagar's smile fade. He hated me and i hated him. Done. </font> <font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">Take it away. Kalee or Moomoo</font></td></tr></tbody></table>