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Clueless By Mridu Khullar A person wrapped up in himself makes a small package I fell in love with him because he was the most popular guy in school. He was the new boy in town, and he and his brothers had become the rage of the whole school. Not only were they all the most handsome hunks we’d ever set our eyes on, they were also musicians. And Peter—he was the lead singer. How cool is that! I was at home, sick, when he joined our school. My friends would call me up and rave about this great new guy that I just had to see. My curiosity rose even higher when they told me stories of how he’d play the guitar in class, never have any homework done and didn’t care about anyone or anything. When his trips to the principal’s office had beaten the school record, I was intrigued. This was one guy I just had to meet. I had gotten sick at the beginning of the school year, so when I came back to school fifteen days later, all the seats in our class had already been assigned—except to Peter and me. Our teacher set up two chairs and a table on the side of the class—a temporary arrangement until she could fit us in. Our first day was a complete disaster. Not only was he stubborn, selfish and immature, but he made it a point to argue with me about everything. “What’s the circumference of a circle?” “It’s not that!” “World War II started in 1939, right?” “Yeah, if history books are all correct.” “What’s the capital of Finland?” “Why? You planning on going there?” Soon, we were in each other’s faces all day long. I swear, if it hadn’t been for his hazel eyes, I’d have killed him. Finally, one day our teacher warned us that we better start getting along or she’d make us sit together through the entire semester. Not wanting to spend a moment with him longer than was necessary, I decided to give it a try. Being nice to him wasn’t as hard as I had imagined. It was impossible! His atrocious attitude, sarcastic comments and blatant disrespect for everyone around him was more than I could take. But once he’d start to sing, you’d forget everything in the room. The only thing you’d hear was his voice, the only thing you’d see—his eyes. With each passing day, we became closer. His atrocious attitude now seemed pretty cool, and the sarcastic comments were kind of funny. It was hard not to like him after getting to know him. Then I went a step ahead and fell utterly head-over-heels in love with him. Little did I know a spark had hit both sides. A common friend, who’d noticed the change of attitude, decided to play Cupid. So, he asked Peter out for me, without asking me! Then asked me out on behalf of Peter, without asking him! We ended up going out and laughing over what had happened! A week later, we were officially a couple. I felt so lucky to be with the guy all the girls were literally drooling over. He was charming. He was funny. Best of all, he was popular. I could feel other girls’ eyes piercing into my skin as I sat with him and laughed at the latest escapade in his life. Popularity has its consequences though. About a week after we’d started going out, I discovered a secret. He’d been going out with another girl, too. And another. He was leading us all along the same sweet path, with none of us having the slightest clue of what was going on. As soon as I found out, I decided to dump him. I wasn’t about to take any of this. The so-called relationship ended in the drain. With so many girls running around trying to impress him, he found it very convenient to play with each one’s emotions. For him, it was a popularity game. The one with the most girlfriends wins. Me, I don’t work like that. I wanted exclusivity. In the end, we finished where we had started—detesting each other’s guts. I fell in love with him because he was the most popular guy in school. I fell out of love for pretty much the same reason. |
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