My name is Riddhima, I am 21 old. My parents kind of fight sometimes, my dad loses his temper and he yells at my mom alot. But they don't fight all the time because they do love each other. I have a little sister and her name is muskaan, she is 3 years old and she looks just like my mom and dad. But me I just look like my mom only my hair is darker, I look absolutely nothing like my dad and sometimes I wonder why that is.
Well I am in uni and well I've only liked one boy and that was in sixth grade. His name was atul and he was like my best friend, up until seventh grade when we just grew apart. But the reason I am telling you this is because...
Today I was at my locker when my best friend angie came running down the hall. I could tell by the little twinkle in her hazel eyes that she was excited about something.
"Ridz, my gosh have you seen him? Have you seen the new man" she asked trying to catch her breath.
"No why" I said reaching into my locker and getting my social studies book.
"He is so hott, like ugh I can't even explain it, he's just so cute" she squealed.
"Em calm down he's just another guy. And you don't even know his name, why are you freaking out" I said trying to calm her.
"Wait until you see him, I gotta go to class bye" she said walking away.
When I walked into home room I saw him. Wow angie was right he is gorgeous I thought to myself.
He had straight dark brown hair that almost covered his eyes. His beautiful deep blue eyes.
I knew right away that he wouldn't be interested in me. I have dark brown hair that goes to my shoulders, dark blue eyes, . As you can see I'm not that pretty.
I've never had a boyfriend before. So I guess I'm just not the type of girl the guys like.
But anyway in our class our desks are in rows and there are two desks side by side. And of course I'm the only one that has an empty seat next to me. Mrs. Trask introduced the bou as armaan malik. When he sat down next to me he smiled his perfect smile and I couldn't help but smile back.
"Uh no I wouldn't mind" I said pushing my book closer to him. He leaned closer and I smelled his scent and it was amazing. Not that I was smelling him or anything I was just breathing through my nose.