chapter 1

(This entire story is based on the narrator's point of view)

As usual I am sitting at the back seat of the bus, repeatedly watching the door, expecting her to visit.

It is raining like the first time I met her. I can clearly picture the first time I saw her, the rain drops were heavy and the bus was so crowded. I was counting the girls who used hairband to tie her hair as I was coming next to no. 35, I saw her.

She looked like a soaked puppy. What surprised me was she was not using her hairband to tie her hair instead she was using it on her wrist.

She scanned the whole bus, her eyes stopped at me. I was so nervous that she would recognize me but she just came to me and sat beside me. I realized that instead of watching me she was looking for vacant seat.

We sat there silence, a silence I always used to love when I am with the strangers but with her this type of silence was killing me. I was so curious and desperate to kick out that strange feeling that was inside me, lingering my whole body.

She looked average beautiful, just by looking at her face I feel the sweetest thing that I have ever experienced. I continued to watch her. She was tying her hair into ponytail. She looked so cute but I prefer her leaving her hair stroke on her shoulders.

To my dismay I blurted out that she looked beautiful and advised her not to tie her hair. She looked surprised and stared at me. It was not simple stare actually she was glaring at me. I realized that I was not catching my breathe.

Whole time I was talking with her. I was so damn nervous and uncomfortable upon her stare. She murmured something that I couldn't hear it properly but I am sure I heard her last part saying me bastard and pervert. With her complement I feel my heart crashed and through the whole ride I gave her cold shoulders.

Days were passing and I met her daily at the same time in that same bus. With our daily meeting I was so mesmerized by her, she was not that much so beautiful but there was something that makes her so irresistible.

I tried to approach her many times but always I feel so cold and chill on my body. when our eyes met accidentally, she used to glare and crushed me, what , may be god knows I have done to made her angry but I feel so happy and prideful that actually I got her attention.

Despite her cold and strange behavior, I find her cute and warm.