Sunday, 6 January 2013

His ways

Yes, he was a smart boy.

He never made it look like he was keen to have her around, making himself looked neutral about the whole companionship. Their audience, people who watched them, analyzing their every rhythm from the surface, would've thought that it's just her, her all along who wanted him, craves his presence. Some also thought she was in desperation to have him.

Could she blame them? Certainly not. A smooth, innocent portrayal of himself had been painted. He's the target, the one she was after, and the lucky one who could tell a story of how a girl was very much into him.

In actual fact , she never had any feeling of fondness toward him. Like most typical college girl, she came in to that new school, new environment and she fell deeply for a senior. Love at first sight it was! It was her first. See, he was never in the picture.

But his careful and nice words and sometimes teasing too, his flirtatious and occasional long glances, his actions, put it together and serve it on a silver platter, and tell me how could a girl not think that he liked her? 

Excellent for the craftiness! Even she was impressed by how he pulled it off so well.

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