Immature

“Hey you come here, are you in 9th standard?“, that teacher asked catching me roaming somewhere.

“Yes, mam I am, I’ve joined this school today and unable to find my classroom.“, I replied politely.

“You’ve reached the right place you want. now introduce yourself to the classroom then I’ll show you your seat.“, she asked.

“My name is Argh. I’m decent until you are decent, St. Joseph was the last school I studied. It was a good school but my father had his transfer so now I’m here.“, I replied.

“Nice intro decent Argh, now go and sit with Naaz there.”

“What ! with a girl.”

“Look Mr decent it is a co-ed school, rules are rules you’ve no option other than following it. And see others, they are also sitting with girls.”

I stepped up slowly towards the bench and sat quietly with her.

“What’s your name?“, she asked.

“You haven’t heard my decent intro.”

“Nope, I was busy doing my sketching.”

“Argh”

“What?”

“My name”

“Oh, you’re Argh. I thought you’re supposed to end this conversation saying Argh.. hahaha...”

“It wasn’t funny.”

“By the way I am Naaz.“, she said with a smile.

“Yes, I heard.“, I also did the same.

“By the way nice name.“, I lied but and maybe she believed.

She asked about my books and other stuff. I told her that I’ve to collect them from the distributor room. She explained to me about the processes of getting things done there and also helped me getting those things in recess.

This was my first day.

We became good friends in a couple of weeks. She used to help me in many situations. Basically, she was good at maths and so was I at science, and guess what we used to exchange our knowledge. Sometimes we also used to share our lunch boxes.

One day Naaz was doing something in her notebook. I asked to see but she denied to show. I tried to see and she turned to hide it. I also turned and said, “okay don’t show I’m not gonna try one more time.” She giggled turned and pulled me towards her, My head slipped to her arms and fell on her lap. I can now explain her perfume but hey she is not my girls, anyways she showed me her notebook. There was an immature rose she was drawing with her pen.

“Maybe someday you’ll water this rose to make it more adorable loveable and finally yours”, she said keeping her hand on my chest.

I hadn’t understood what she just said. But she sounded cool for sure. When the recess ending bell rang I pulled myself up from her lap. She gave me that sheet of rose saying its for me, I kept it in my bag. I’m happy it was white she hadn’t painted it red. At the time of the last bell when everybody was leaving running, I pulled her hand stopped her and asked, “Do you know to kiss?”

“What !“, she said

“Sorry don’t take me otherwise, I have seen many scenes in movies boy kisses girls sorry one girl and I’m kinda curious about that feeling to know actually how it does feel to...”

“Actually... I too don’t know about it about how to kiss but surely I’ll tell you after I get to know about it.”

Now she asked me to leave her hand but I didn’t, instead, I pulled her close and hugged her. Above lap perfume, I didn’t explain that made me do so. She had no reaction, she was still. After ten minutes of continues meeting heartbeats, I opened my arms. She left saying no word.

When I reached home, dad said that he had visited some private coaching that day and want me to join there basically to improve my mathematics. I agreed and went there that evening. Coaching of just seven boys six girls and one teacher. I worked hard there took every single advantage I could take. Slowly slowly I was improving. My teachers were happy parents were too but in this act of improving Naaz was getting blur. I forgot about someone who sits beside me every day for six hours, and one day she did make me remember who was she.

After the last bell rang everybody rushed towards the main gate, Naaz stayed. I was packing my bag to leave when she came to me and said, “I have got a gift for you boy.”

“Is it my birthday?“, I confirmed.

“No na na na”

“Then for what?”

“It’s random for no reason. You want or not?”

“Now if you’ve brought it here, give it to me.”

“Close your eyes”

“Okay”

I closed my eyes and put my palm above parallel to the ground towards her to receive. she took my hand and wrapped towards her waist coming close, pulled her ankle above and touched my lips with mine. I might have pulled her waist more close to me, I might have pulled her thighs up slipping those hands over her hips or I might have bend little down one hand holding her thigh up and other holding her shoulder.

But, as I said above, “She is not my girl.”

I detached her from me. “What happened!“, she asked.

“What the fuck! why did you do that?“, I said

“What do you mean by saying this. It was you who asked about this thing.”

“Yeah, I asked about how does it feels but never mentioned ‘kiss me’.”

“Okey you never asked but why are you behaving rudely It was just an uncompleted kiss and we both are immature to do things the right way.”

“No you’re immature, I’m mature and I love Nikiita.”

“What you just said! You love someone else and you’re telling me now. You know what you’re such a decent son of a polyandrous bitch.”

“Okey get lost and same to you”, I replied this cuz really I didn’t understand what she actually said to me.

She left and I sat there for long thinking about what I called myself ‘mature’. Did she deserve this word more..?