Why do I keep thinking about her ?
The first time I heard about her was from my friend who stayed at the same dorm as her.
Her name is Nara.
Friend: Do you know there is a senior in our dorm who is very pretty and she is also the prettiest in our whole university
Me: Oh really!!
So do you like her? Hahaha
Friend: What? No
Me: Then why are you talking so much about her?
I would really think that you like her
Friend: Bro, this is the first time I'm talking about her with you
Me: Whatever
I didn't think much about that senior.
I also talked rudely to my friend or like I don't care when hearing about Nara.
I hadn't seen her face yet i don't know why I was so annoyed when hearing about her.
Ok
My name is Ava. I am a first year in a dental university.
This is my first time staying in dorm. And also my first semester.
On a particular day, we had classes which was normal. But the thing was , the second year students had class next to us which was also not so surprising. But I don't know why I remember that day so clearly.
So after our class we could see the second years having their class
My friend was getting all excited
So I asked
Me: Why are you getting so excited ?
Friend: Hey
Don't you remember that senior I
mentioned?
Me: Who? Nara?
Friend:Yeah(excited). Her, she is in this class
(Pointing to their class) I'll show you where
she is sitting
I was not curious but my friend pulled me and brought me near the door.
Pointing out to a certain girl who wore a yellow
outfit.
When I saw her... I... I... I suddenly stopped. I couldn't take my eyes off her. It was as if she was a magnet pulling me towards her. I was staring at her so hard that I didn't realize my friend calling me.
Then finally my friend hit me so hard that it felt like I was back to reality.
Friend: Hey, (laughing) what happened to you?
You were staring for so long
Me: What?? (flustered) No.
Friend: ok ok
I went back to my dorm
I was still thinking about her
About how she had long silky black alluring hair
About how her cheeks were red as if she was blushing
I was thinking of how I would react if our eyes met.
Would she ever look at me?
Would I get to see her tomorrow again?
That night, no matter what I did, I kept thinking about her, thinking about those few seconds that happened that evening.
I don't know what I was feeling.
But one thing was for sure, I wasn't annoyed when thinking about her anymore.
