Part 1

 I was running as hard and fast as i could from the boys with sneaky bottles of fevicol. I've grown my hair much to an extent of being ruined out of jealousy from someone i know and i will escape it's death at any cost. 

Doesn't matter if i called their girlfriends ugly when they called on me to be some feverish nerd who won't be winning ever against their pretty hairs. Being a nerd, i pay attention to many things which includes me at the top.

I took a sharp turn from the edge of the bushes and hid behind the old door of the only storeroom of block 3 of school. I was panting but keeping an eye on them at the same time from the tiny holes in the wooden door for somewhere i think i knew they will be coming here. 

"God, please take the other way." I said in a hushed tone.

"I wished you would have too." 

My heart stopped for a moment at the voice and i gulped a big sigh when i realized whose that was. Of course, the only sharp model of our school. 

In here, we don't keep anyone's name by their grades in school or even mention them, for i guess everyone knows grades are not the only measure of success. Everyone has their own charm in here, and it is glorified, whether be bad or good, for it is the only way they are recognized. 

I am called a nerd for i keep myself behind the shelves of the library most of the time during school hours; teaching by someone else never brought out the best in me, i knew it. 

And he is called the model for his pretty face of course but i know he is good at painting too. I got to witness him one time when i was returning from my afternoon walk in the park and i took a different route that time from the usual for i wanted to explore more of my navigating skills. I know i got lost after a few paces and took the help of map to reach home, but i was glad that on the way i saw him painting on a canvas inside low cave beside a mall where people talked and his brush kept sliding down the colors. I thought i could use this secret against him in future, and carved it in my mind.

I looked back, blowing a final gratitude to my that memory, to meet his brooding eyes shining their perfect black iris back in my chocolate brown circles. 

"Before starting, there is one thing i want to make very clear to you." I hold up one finger to his face which is far behind in distance lying on an old recamier. And i deepened my voice to make it clear, "I know one secret of yours and it won't take me much to spread it on the school unofficial community channel."

"And may i know the secret?" He slowly gets up and leans forward with his back hunched and his eyes looking for something sinister i am sure.

"I know you are a painter." I ended the statement as if i pulled out a whole new image of him in front of me.

He first chuckled darkly on my say, taking his eyes off me and buried his face in his fair hands hiding his gradually increasing pink laugh. 

"What is so funny?"

"You don't know anything, right?"

"I do, at least more than you."

"No, not that of course. Books were never a chapter in my life. But...you don't know about....the people around you." He gets up from his seating and starts walking towards me.

"Stay back. I've enough of these instances."

"For sure, what else do i expect from a girl nerd? I am talking about.." He slowly puts a hand on the wall behind me, "me. You think you can threaten me with that one silly thing you call a 'secret' in front of me?"

I look back in his eyes not hiding my will. "I don't care but i don't think many people know this side of yours. At least not the girls i happen to overhear everyday talking only about your so called cool hairs and your damn abs." I cross the v finger sign signalling it is only 'fake talks'.

"Oh, so are you interested in my talks? I never knew." His lips curl into a smirk and my eyes rolled annoyingly in my sockets.

"Well, in case you didn't hear from your stupid ears, i said 'happen'."

"'Happen' is only an occurrence, 'everyday' seems something to me."

"And those 'everyday' styles of yours also say a lot about your stupid personality."

"I am not tempted anyways." His smile goes down in a blink. "But if you tried to cook something out of that painting thing, i might be tempted to do things i don't want to." I could feel his voice making patterns on the skin beneath my ears, warning about some incoming i don't give a shit about.

"Then stay away from me and my business too. If you ever again tried to pin me to the wall, i will take my chances." And i was about to push him back with my right hand but he grabbed it at once. Spider instinct, i see.

"Don't." He shakes his head a no and a smile comes on his face which screamed fake to me. "Don't even try. You don't know what i can do."

"Then stay away." I straightened my voice. 

"I will. I so...will." He backed away sliding down my arms and walked out of the back door leaving one dark look on me. 

After his breath left the room, i looked out the door once to see if i was safe and i was. I breathed in and out the moment i just had once more and glanced at the bookmarked book left abandoned on the recamier. I walked over to the smogged place in utter disbelief about how could someone like him read a novel and that also on a dirty couch. 

I opened the novel to see where he was at the moment while i knew in pride that i have already read this twice. It was a nice novel to be cursed on him. I felt bad for the title to ever dwell on his lips. He didn't come back to confiscate his belonging so i left it there and walked out the back door.