---Shehry's POV ---

A week later

I was heading to class when I noticed the same girl as last time. She was on her phone so she didn't see me.

"Hi," I said joining her.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"An apology," I said.

"Okay. I'm sorry," she said.

That was easy.

"I'm sorry your stuck up. I'm sorry you can't see where your going, I'm sorry your so full of yourself," she went on to say.

"Excuse you. I'm none of those things!" I said.

"Acha? Then Mr. Shehryaar Asif exactly what are you?" She asked.

How the hell did she know my name?

"Then again everyone knows my name, I'm HOT!" I said out loud.

"Conceited jerk!" She said.

"You were not supposed to hear that!" I said.

"Whatever," she said.

She turned to leave but I grabbed her wrist stopping her.

"Okay. I'm sorry. I should have helped you out and not complained about my phone," I said.

"You should be," she said and turned to leave but I had to stop her again.

"Abh kya?" She questioned.

"Tumhara name?" I asked.

"Nida. Naam toh suna hoga," she said.

Yeh Hussain ki dost toh nahi? I mean the line she just used is what he always says.

"Nahi. I've never heard it, but I like it," I said.

"Everyone does," she said and left.

I love her attitude.

Love? No Shehry! You just found out her name barely, it can't be love.

Maybe like but not love. At least not yet.

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