"But the most funny thing about us? We both looked like zombies before our finals."

If I am being honest, actually I knew you for a quite long time, Shihu. Long before we shared a smile at opposite directions in that evening. Long before you rushed past me on your bicycle under the light drizzle while my bag was getting soaked. You must had never smiled because of a silly reason before; your grumpy face showed that.

But I felt ticklish in my stomach, because I was sure that I gave you the same funny feeling.

The first day I heard your name and acknowledged your presence; was after your accident. Your right hand was bandaged and resting in a sling.

Our teacher was throwing a fist in the air for you. I felt so annoyed as he went on and on about your accident. "Dear Almighty, why does he have to be so hyped for a little injury a random boy got while playing football?" I asked to myself as I took down my notes, not bothered, "Sir always cares about us, though..."

"And you know what Shihu did yesterday? He again went to play football!" our teacher rolled his eyes at a guy I did not care to look at, so I went back to my book while listening to him, "His mother even called me today and asked, 'Sir, you should do something! My boy doesn't care about his bones at all... who plays football while having their right hand broken?'"

The class was laughing again; it was annoying. I pushed my face into the book farther.

"Sir... my hand doesn't hurt at all. And... we play football with legs, right?"

I heard a boy mumbling shyly. His voice reminded me of sunflowers and a piece of bright sunray left on my bed- which was surprising. I felt like I was not reading a thick Physics book and instead was indulged in an unwritten story of Peter Pan and Tinker Bell.

I slowly straightened my back. I never heard a voice that could bring me so many emotions. 

"But Shihu!" our teacher was speaking again, this time I was fully focused in their conversation, "Your body still needs healing. Thank Almighty that you weren't hurt anywhere else. A big accident could had happened, okay?"

"But it didn't!" the boy answered a bit excitedly than before, "Besides, the interschool football tournament is starting soon. I need to practice to get into the team!"

Our teacher slapped his own forehead as everyone started laughing again. This time another ringing laughter had joined; it sounded much prettier than others'. Without saying anything, I decided to get back into my notes.

Who knew it was the only the birth of the flower bud in my heart that grew into a beautiful rose after all those years of loving you.

Well, our second meeting was more awkward. More like I stalked you for a second- without my wish, really! But I am glad that I gave a little, sneaky peek at you that day.

Yes, the month was most probably August, I think. There was a very hot weather; girls were tempted to dress up in only pants and shirts; boys were suddenly beings I envied. Just how they could wear the same shirt from night and still leave the house like that?

In a pissed off mind, I was finishing my exam and trying to return to my house quickly. Then you entered, got the bag off your shoulders slowly and took the papers from our teacher.

My eyes caught your figure once. A dark green tee with a pair of skin color trousers. "Who in this world wears skin color with green?" I asked to myself, my eyes scrutinized as I saw you taking a seat before my bench, "What an odd sense of fashion, huh!"

Luckily, my exam was done by then. I leapt up from seat and rushed past you. I noticed something; your left hand was supporting your head and you wrote with your broken right hand, using two fingers.

A thought striked me out of nowhere. I also write with my left hand supporting my head.

As I exited the classroom, I had this urge to look at you at the last moment. My hands were already closing the glass door then; before I shifted my gaze at you.

Only your side profile was visible to me, so I could not figure out anything- handsome, cute, hot, nerd or sexy. You were having difficulties while writing. I turned my back from you.

"Not bad", I was talking to myself as I wore my shoes, "Has a sharp visual, long legs, short hair, slender hands, perfect for strangling my throat-"

Wait, what?

My face felt hot immediately. I did not wait for someone to slap me; I did that myself.

"You idiot judgemental girl!" I screeched, hitting my head again and again, "How could you judge a boy so quickly! How!?"

Because it was proved you could enter my world very easily, Shihu.