My eyes were searching for him the moment I reached my college. Seeing him made my day. I feel butterflies in my stomach.... just like those cheesy movie heroines.
"Tasha.. come quickly. we are gonna be late". I turn around to see my friends waiting ahead of me. but how can I go without seeing him. I am utterly disappointed. I lower my head and walk. I think of him. Tall, handsome and sporty are what he can be described as. were as me tall, dark and fat. I am not a typical heroine to the hero. But falling in love is not something you do after analysing the match.

My friends start calling my name with louder voice as I came closer. "For god's sake. I am not deaf ". I looked up irritated. they had huge smiles on their face. Hey shake their heads to my direction asking me to look back. and I turn.
There he is... I can feel a silly smile spread on my lips. I may look like an idiot but I don't care...
someone calls him from behind and he turns...... A pretty girl comes running to him. and takes his hand.
The smile on his face now is exactly like mine.
There comes the heroine. well not the.. but his. because in my story I am the heroine. the same goes for you... ❤