My First Crush

When everything seemed to be normal, my heart seemed to work extra as the increased blood flow seemed to swell the veins. The decibel levels of my heart beat were faded in the noise around. I could not help but put my hand on my chest trying desperately to appease.  

She preferred to walk with her companions always.  She seemed to glide as she entered the packed room. There was hardly any kind of movement of the torso. Dimples formed sheepishly as she smiled. The cheek bones moved a bit to accommodate the curving lips. Her eyes gleamed in acquiesce of her friend’s opinion. Her frock seemed to accentuate her thin frame.

Her clear skin glowed even at that time of the day. Her dark curly hair bounced on her shoulders as she walked. They made her look like a character from a fairy tale. She noticed the eyes that followed her but didn’t seem to care. I was in awe as she crossed me. She turned her head a couple of degrees and seemed to notice my gaze from the corner of her eye as her friend whispered something in her ears. They chuckled and passed by me.

She was like an angel. My eyes followed her, then my head and I was at a right angle by the time they sat in their respective places. She noticed that I was still staring at her. Our eyes were locked for a couple of seconds and I looked away breaking the connection. I felt vulnerable. I turned and bent my head down. I tried to see if she was still looking. I was let down as she continued to listen to the lecture. I lifted my head slowly in her direction when small white thing hit my face hard, deviating my focus. I turned irately to see who the perpetrator was only to be asked to get out of the class. As I picked up my bag and walked out, I could see her smiling. I was walking out humming a tune when another bullet hit me harder emphasizing the urgency to get out. The punishment was worth it. I was out on the corridors jumping in joy recollecting her smile. After all it was my first crush.