Bound Hearts - Shweta Patil (reading books for 7 year olds .txt) 📗

Author's Note

This book is a work of fiction. I used my imagination.

 

Thank you for reading.

 

As a new writer, review would be much appriciated.

 

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CHAPTER 1

 

 

 

 

I sit down on a plastic chair in my University cafeteria with a tedious expression on my face. I should be studying for my practicals which are next week, yet here I am waiting for my bestie who talk me into coming to uni today. I should be cramming for viva not sitting here, twitching nervously. Ughh..Damn her.

 

I flick involuntary glances over the cafe with a hope to find a face which I know but it's a hapless attempt until my best friend Jasmin burst from the door of the cafe and I brighten considerably. She is my best friend since FE and also my first friend at upenn. It's been a year now. Though, it feels like we were together since toddlers.

 

She has a dark blue scarf covering her hair today and it looks such a contrast with her fair skin. Her light brown eyes twinkled as she swept her gaze through the café, finding me quickly. She is certainly good at that.. finding people. No one as in no one can hide from her gaze even if they want to. She is also good at making friends unlike me. Though, it’s mostly because of her way with words apart from her looks which is a big plus. Whereas, most people think of me as a weird teen with ripped jeans and loose t-shirts. Not that I give a damn.

  

I am sitting at the farthest left corner of the Cafeteria looking at my bestie who hurriedly comes to me and hugs me. I roll my eyes at her.

 

"Am I late, Sam?" Jess whispers in my ear feigning innocence and sit down next to me. I shoot her a sharp look.

 

"It's not my fault. Don't shoot death daggers at me. That teacher of mine just didn't let me go till I finished my practical." She pretends to be in pain with my daggers. Then I laugh and she joins me. It is too damn difficult to be mad at her for long when she is acting cute.

 

"What you were doing?"

 

"Waiting for my order to arrive. What’s with the others?"

 

"What about me?" She asks with puppy dog eyes.

 

"I ordered for both of us, Jess." I say with a 'duh' tone.

 

"Ohh..You are AWESOME." She says pulling one of my cheek. I just nod because I have already heard it - a thousand times - whenever I do something for her. She starts babbling about her day and every single detail in it including that most of our group is not on campus today and I noted the main reason she invited me to come. The sly. She is really very talkative. I give her some of mine because I'm a silent type of girl. To be honest, I prefer my own company, reading a novel, curled up in a cozy chair.

 

Later, I hear my name from the direction of the counter which means our food is ready and Jess gets up and head towards the counter because I never do that - carrying the tray - thing. She arrives two minutes later with our tray of yummy food, At least it's looking yummy. She gives me my sandwich with grilled veggies side dish and coke. I dig myself into my food.

 

On approximately my third bite, I hear a gasp of astonishment beside me. I look at Jess, She is gaping and then to the direction of her eyes follows to see what shocked her this much.

 

An involuntary gasp leaves me too.

 

There's standing a guy, owner of an angelic face and taut muscular body to match his persona. He's really too very handsome to fit even in SEAS with a fair skin accompanied with eagle eyes, straight nose and slighting pouty pink lips. He's tall, dressed in a pure white button down shirt with it’s hands folded up to his arm and faded blue jeans with unruly jet black hair. If you ask me I think I have never seen a guy like him, except of-course in movies or on the cover of a fashion magazine. He has to be a model and I don't have any idea why dis god-like man is doing engineering. I shake my head, disturbed at the direction of my thoughts.

 

Someone calls my name and It broke my trance or whatever daydream I was in.

 

"Sam, Are you alright?" I don't get why she is asking me this type of idiotic question when she is with me the whole time. So, I put on a confuse look.

 

She giggles. "You were staring at him like a hawk." pointing with her nose in the direction where he's standing.

 

I ignore her comment but It takes a moment for me to find my voice.

 

"I was not." She just looks at me like 'seriously!  you can't fool me' expression mark on her face and I give-in. We giggle like those Asian girls, when they see some hot guy.

 

When I pluck up the courage to look at him again, he's giving his order smiling sweetly at the cafeteria lady. I just skip a heartbeat with probably her joining me if her dumbstruck state is anything to go by. You are too old for him, lady. Not that anyone can blame her. He is just too pretty.

 

I shake my head at myself, not getting as to why I'm behaving like those stupid girls who fans themselves whenever they see some hot guy. I'm certainly not like them, not used to these foreign feelings.

 

"So you like him, don't you?" My face whirls to Jess with eyes wide. There’s even a crack sounded in my neck.

 

"Just asking, Ricky Bobby."

 

"I'm a tom boy type of a girl." I said with an exasperated look so she can not get on top of my head.

 

"So what?" She narrows her eyes at me. ”Until of course if you say.. you have feelings for girls..” She takes on a teasing note and I slap her upper arm.

 

Okay, Now I get that she's so not going to back down. I think about one of my favourite motto 'If you can't beat them, join them'.

 

"Yes, I think." I reply truthfully and for some inexplicable reason I find myself blushing. Jesus almighty, What is wrong with me.

 

"Me too." We laugh at that. Both of our choices are that common that we always like the same guy. I mean seriously, 'always'. As if she has a rank of 700 in liking and I like 7 guys then those 7 guys are also on her list of 700.

 

"I knew that, already." I say with obviousness, rolling my eyes.

 

She likes every other guy who is somewhat handsome. She winks at me with a smile which played on her lips every time we talk about guys and stuff. I keep my face impassive but can't help the given situation, wink back.

 

I'm seriously relieved because Jess is what you can call a Wikipedia of uni and whenever she likes someone she elicit all their information from her hidden sources which are obviously her friends at higher positions. I don't know why but I actually want to know about him. There’s something there I can’t put my finger on yet. Some sort of curiosity and eagerness to know more about this Greek god-like creature.

 

I glance over at him. He's eating his food yet standing. That means there's no place left in cafe to land his hot ass on, flooding with teens because of the main break. I feel sad for him but I recover quickly dragging my wayward attention back because my mom says I'm an open book. And certainly don't want Jess to get on top of my head again.

 

I look at her and she's also staring at him. The keyword is “also” with all the other girls taken into consideration in my peripheral.

 

"Jess, STOP checking him out and eat." I half-scream like talking to a child pointing my index finger to her plate.

 

She pokes her tongue out at me. Can’t fool her. She probably knows I was also doing the same deed as hers.

 

"You don't have to SCREAM at me. I'm sitting right next to you." She says screeching 'scream' near my ear.

 

I just nod biting the inside of my cheek to prevent the smile from forming and help myself with my food. She starts eating too. When we finished I take both plates and dump the remains.

 

I turn to look at him; he's leaning against the wall beside the counter with one hand on the wall not specifically looking at someone. It's distracting because he really is looking very, very attractive. I end up standing there gazing at him like a fool until the bell rang....I really need to get out of here before anyone sees me and make an ass out of me.

 

"C'mon Sam, let's go." Jess drags me along with her by my hand. We head out of the cafeteria and the metallic door closes behind us...

CHAPTER 2

 

 

 

 

I pulled my waist length hair into a messy bun on top of my head as I hop down on my cozy wooden chair in-front of my computer cum study table and turn on my PC. It's been three days since I last started it. I plug in the internet cable and log in. I have not checked my fb account since last week. So, I'm pretty much excited to see what's going on my page.

 

I have a lot of requests, messages and notifications. I go with the last thing first and lastly I check the requests. Many of them I don't know so I delete them. I only accept requests of friends whom I know personally. Flicking through the requests I bump on someone named 'Zayn Malik'. I am going to delete his request too when I see we have a mutual friend which is from my college. So, I open his profile and shock fills my senses. My heart is pounding. Holy Moses.

 

He's the one whom I have seen three days ago in my college cafe. Me and Jess searched for him two days until today in college with no luck. Yet here he is. No guy has ever affected me the way Zayn has, and I cannot fathom why.

 

I just