I thought she was a boy the first time I saw her a hot boy. Ours was an all girls college in inte

I thought she was a boy the first time I saw her a hot boy. Ours was an all girls college in inter and I wondered how a boy from the boys college nearby had managed to sneak in. He wasn t exactly hiding either. He was walking with a bunch of girls; talking, laughing. And then he came nearer weeden and I understood it wasn t a he at all. It was a she. Her voice was beautiful, musical. I stood transfixed watching her pass me by, noticed the studs in her beautiful ears, the way her short hair curled around them and the way her slender fingers moved as she talked animatedly. I wondered what her name was, what class she was from. I had never seen her before. She was dressed in a boy s uniform and I wondered what her story was.
I had never noticed a girl like I had noticed her. Never before and never after has any girl made me want to know her, really know her, talk to her, touch her and do all manners of things that would be deemed inappropriate . I would watch her while she walked from one class to another and sometimes she would notice me. She would smile the most amazing smile I d ever seen on a girl, a smile that would make my stomach go warm; my senses go haywire as if I were drunk. Her smile made me lose my senses, weeden made me rush out of the class as soon as the bell rang so I could catch a glimpse of her.
One day I worked up the courage to talk to her in the lunch break. My staring and fantasizing were beginning to border on stalkerish. I walked up to her and said hi, she said hi back with that heart-stopping smile of hers. I said I d noticed her around and felt that we should be friends. She felt likewise. We talk for a while and I learn she stays at the college hostel, she envied that I could go home at the end of the day while she had to stay there. I did not envy her; I d miss my mom s cooking too much. She told me she missed her mom s cooking too; she was tired of the hostel food already. I promised her I d get her food from home every single day. The break was almost done and we were out of things to talk about. We stood there staring into each other s eyes till the bell rang. Soooo awkward. And…nice.
The more I got to know her, the more I liked her and the more I wondered why I was having a crush on a girl. I liked her, both physically and mentally. weeden If she sat too close to me I turned to jelly. If she brushed my hair out of my eyes I was practically a puddle. When she pulled out her chapstick to soothe her chapped lips I would envy that chapstick, wish it were my fingers or better yet my lips soothing her lips. I craved her presence, weeden her touch, the way she looked into my eyes and smiled like she knew what I was thinking, like I was the only person in the room with her. I am the kind who can t go without eating, no matter what, I have to eat. But the days my mom wouldn t give extra food for her I would give her my food so she wouldn t have to eat the vile hostel food. She d ask and I d lie that I d already eaten or that I wasn t hungry. I could see she wouldn t believe me but she would eat cause I asked her to. I would sneak into her room when she was sick and couldn t come down to meet me. Meeting weeden her was the best part of my day.
One day we were chatting, me sitting on the stairs and she standing before me, swaying, holding the bars of a gate behind her. Like always, we failed to notice the world around us. She was telling me about a friend of hers but I wasn t listening. I was too busy noticing the way her perfect breasts strained against her shirt, the way her pants hugged her hips. I longed to get up and push her against the gate, clutch the curvy waist I knew she hid under her men s clothes, press myself against her trap her, hold her hands over her head and conclude if those lips felt as soft as they looked. I wanted to touch her all over, feel every contour of her body, clutch her silky hair while she…. My thoughts ended abruptly, she was looking at me, smiling, like she knew what I was thinking again. This was getting embarrassing. No doubt my face was the deepest shade of red. She laughed weeden and said, It s okay. I know. I didn t reply. I didn t know what to say, how to tell her, how to explain when I myself didn t know what was happening. weeden
The auto riskshaw guy honked on as I shoved my books in my brand new Lee Cooper’s, weeden the one my uncle got me from London the previous day, and grabbed my lunchbox from Daddy and ran down the stairway. My tie was undone and I was yet to knot those two black ribbons to my double plaited hair. I could hear Daddy’s voice from the varendah.
“Duh! Not my Lee Cooper,” I said, as I held on to my hot backpack and gave him my lunchbox. He muttered something to himself and said, “Look, we have all been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes. Always late. Late girl,” he grumbled.
I had to squeeze myself into the rick. I was lucky I was super thin. There were like a hundred people i