BEING A TEEN SERIES: THAT GUY

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"Do you think so?" Phil asked and I shrugged.

"Of course I will" I replied before a smile wore its way to my face.

"Snr Phil, I'm training hard for the inter house sport. If I finish all my races, shouldn't you give me a reward?" I asked her eyes lightening up.

Phil turned to me "You want a reward?" Phil asked and I nodded. Phil stood up and stretched his limbs.

"What do you want?" Phil asked his eyes resting on me.

"A pack of Cheeseballs, jumbo size" I replied excitedly.

Phil remained expressionless for a while before he suddenly busted into laughter. It was still the morning and the sky was still clearing but Phil looked so cute as he laughed. I felt my breathing rate accelerate as I stared at him.

"So you want a pack of Cheeseballs?" Phil asked and I nodded.

"Okay then" Phil said.

"Inter-house sport is in a few more days, won't you plait your hair?" Phil asked.

"I should today" I replied but I turned to him again.

"What style should I make? Braids or Ghana weaving? Or should I try fringe?" I asked.

Phil bent down to pick his torchlight and textbook "Make big box braids. You can carry them for 3 months if you want" Phil replied and I turned red in an instant.

"What do you mean three months? Are you saying I'm too poor to make my hair?" I asked pouting.

"That came out from your mouth. It was you who said you didn't like making your hair. So when you manage to make it; make the ones that'll still be pretty even after months" Phil replied as my eyes widened in realisation.

He had always listened.

I talked and told him alot about me consciously and unconsciously. He either nodded or replied with a short answer. I used to think he wasn't even listening.

"You don't have to come for pratice today if you are too tired" Phil said and I nodded.

"You too, you need rest" I said and watched him walk away a smile on my lips.

The thought that he cared about me make me blush and giggle like a small child. Realisation suddenly dawned on me as I played with my fingers.

I wasn't supposed to like him. I wasn't even allowed to have a crush on him,  that would be betraying Meera. All these while; it was hard keeping my feelings in check, not after being so close to him everyday.

She had chased him for so long, he hasn't given her any face. What makes you think he will like her now?

I instantly chided myself for thinking like that. Meera was a very nice person and I sincerely wished for her happiness. I also wished Phil would look at her but I knew better. 

I ran my hands through my hair as I walked back to the hostel. The image of Phil in my head, a smile crawling its way to my face.

He's so cute.

I also realised he was a very thoughtful person and that everyone thought he didn't care; he actually did. He just cared differently, there were times I would be tired from jogging and try to catch my breath, instead of reeling off the instructions of the day,  he would wait for me to catch my breath and calm down before talking.

Even when I ranted to him all the time and I thought he wasn't listening, he actually was. Whenever he laughed, it always felt like it was just both of us in the world.

He might not even like you.

I chuckled at the obvious fact. He wouldn't like me and he didn't. He was surrounded with different pretty girls everyday, people that were way more prettier than me and he barely spared them glances. He didn't even like Meera who was close to him and way more prettier than I am.

I pouted as I walked into the dormitory and laid on the bed. All my thoughts were centered on Phil as I sighed repeatedly. He didn't even remember me, what was I thinking?

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