I always wondered what is to be liked by someone. How would it feel like when someone likes you even after knowing your true self?  When someone likes you because how crazy and silly you are. Just appreciating the way you are and doesn't want you to change into someone else. Wouldn't that person be unbelievably perfect?

What is that feeling?

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It was just another day at school. I gaped at the tall yellow building infront of me, it hasn't changed since last fifteen years just like me. It has the same dullness radiating from it as before. It still lacks the shine, the spark and the colour which attracts the  students.

I dragged my tired feet toward the lockers. I slammed the locker open to collect my chemistry books. But to my astonishment, there were bunch of pink letters piled up in my locker. I stared at them, extended my hand to feel them if they were real. I gently grabbed the top letter from the pile.

Do you know hard is it to force myself to stop thinking about you since we met, My Cupcake?

I nibbled on my bottom lip and looked around to find no one around me but someone cleared a throat behind me.

I turned around to find the same vibrant hazel eyes  staring right into mine glommy brown ones which were first time shinning, full of happiness. He raised his eyebrows at me and scratched the back of his neck.  I bit my lip to stop myself to grinning from ear to ear.

"Justin" I mumbled faintly. I didn't know if what I was seeing was real or was it just my mind playing games with me.

"Hi" I greeted, breaking the silence and extending my hand. He chuckled at my nervousness, grabbed my hand firmly yet gently and pulled me towards himself causing me to crash on his hard chest. He wrapped his hands around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck.

" Is this a way to greet me after such a long time?" he teased, holding me tightly.

"Oh, sorry! And..... I couldn't stop myself from thinking about you too." I replied softly, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips and I could feel him smile as he buried his head in the crook of my neck.

"So, when did you join this school?" I asked, pulling away from the hug.

" Its just has been a few days. I just shifted here from Canada" he replied, running his hands through his soft blonde hair.

" Did you write these letters to me?" I inquired, showing him the pink letter. He nodded his head and mumbled a yes.

My mind was blurred with millions of questions.

Why would he write me letters ?
Does he like me?
Why did he choose me?
Is he playing me?

But I refrained myself from asking and nodded my head instead. We walked to our class together, chatting till we reached and I sat on my usual seat while Justin greeted his friends and laughed with them. He was popular in a day without a doubt. I took my time to observe him.

His tattoos peaked through his rolled up black leather jacket while a chain dangled around his neck ,his muscles flexed while shaking hands with his friends and he had a bad boy demeanour around him made him more attractive. The girls were swooning over him, fixing their hair and dresses, trying to impress him which made me scoff at their ridiculousness.

The class started in no time. I put on my glasses and opened my book but again I heard clearing of a throat.

" Hey, mind if I sit here?" Asked Justin, motioning towards the seat.

He wants to sit with me instead of his popular friends ?

I stared at him for a few seconds, not able to comprehend what he just said.

" Oh, yeah" I said shifting , trying to make space for him.

He sat down and gave me a small smile, popping out his dimple, making him look adorable.

That's when I realised that I liked him more than I knew.

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