AVYANNA RATHORE:

I touch his lips.

The moment my fingertips meet them, my heart starts pounding.

Vyan doesn't move.

He only looks at me.

I move my hands from his lips to his chest before leaning closer "Why you smell so good nowadays?"

He doesn't answer. He just looks at me.

And for once there isn't that annoying smirk on his face.

"Talk to me." I whisper and he suddenly pull me closer holding my waist.

"I can't talk... I can just kiss." Saying that he attach his lips with mine in hungry kiss. His teeth pulled my lower lip, my eyes shut, sparks consuming my whole body and suddenly I can't hear anything except those kissing sound. He pulled out from the kiss moving his lips towards my cheek and licking it.

"Hey don't lick." I whisper, wiping it.

Still half lost, I frown as he lick again "Hey don't lick." and turn my face away.

It happens again.

I groan, lifting a hand to wipe my cheek.

Wet.

I slowly open my eyes.

For a second, I only stare at the ceiling, where's Vyan? Where's that streamy night? My mind is still tangled in the remnants of my dream.

Vyan.

My cheeks suddenly burn.

Oh God!!

Why was I dreaming about him?

I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, desperately trying to push the dream out of my head.

Then I turn my head.

And my entire brain stops working.

Vyan Singhania is standing beside my bed.

Right there.

Looking at me.

My eyes widen.

My heart gives an embarrassing little jump.

No.

This has to be part of the dream.

But then I notice the annoying smirk on his face.

And the puppy in his hand.

A freaking puppy.

No!!!

Before I can even process why he's standing in my room this early in the morning, the tiny creature leans towards me and licks my cheek again.

Ewww!!!

I practically jolt upright.

I hate puppies.

"Vyan Singhania what the heck did you do??"

He doesn't even look guilty. If anything, that stupid smirk gets wider.

"The thing I need to do to get you up from sleep."

I stare at him.

Then at the puppy.

Then back at him.

My face is still burning.

And now I have two problems.

The dream.

And Vyan standing in my bedroom.

Wonderful. Just absolutely wonderful.

But truly why the heck did I dream about him? And that is such a wild one?

No way. My face burns again and I can feel it.

"Why is your face getting red?"

That's stupid Vyan Singhania's stupid question.

"I... I... I-It's hot... Yeah it's hot." I stutter and I hate myself for stuttering in front of him.

"Now get ready fast... Car is coming anytime." He says.

"Whose car?" I ask...

"My car of course... Do you remember that your dear daddy is not at home? So my driver is taking us to school today." He says again.

"I am not going with that thing to school Vyan. I hate puppies." I whine.

"Okay okay Mi-chan is not going with us. Only for your shake today." He says.

What the!!!

"You named her Mi-chan? Then, do you have doraemon too?" I ask him, totally dumb and he chuckle.

"No I don't have any blue cat... But I can get one for you." He wink.

"Heck I hate animals..." I shout.

"Ohhh!! Then what's that horse doing in your house?" He raise his eyebrows, making me shut my eyes.

"Shut up that's not horse that panther." I glare at him.

"Panther? Bwahhahahahha... A Panther named horse? Funny though, miss." He laughs.

"Better than your Mi-chan named puppy." I stick my tongue out before rushing towards the bathroom.

Behind me I hear him laughing.

"That horse is my daddy's." I shout before slamming the door.

Of course he will be laughing, cause he successfully ruined my morning.

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror staring at my own reflection.

And unfortunately my brain decides to replay the dream AGAIN.

Me kissing him, not just a normal one but a very hot one.

WHY HIM????

WHY VYAN SINGHANIA OUT OF SO MANY PEOPLE??

"Ahhhhh!!!!! Whyyyyy?!!!" I shout pressing my mouth into the towel.

"Why him?" I look at my face again in the mirror and it looks like a boiled tomato, I cover my face with both hands.

I slowly peek through my fingers.

"How am I supposed to face him now?"

Just thinking about walking back outside makes my cheeks burn all over again. And my nipples oh damn God... I can see them getting hard again through the mirror.

Why the fuck my hormones attacks my boobs first???

I groan and drop my hands.

"Okay Ava calm down." I point at my reflection like I am giving myself a serious lecture "It's not your fault. Dreams aren't something you can control."

I take a deep breath.

Just act normal. I nod at myself before making a crying face again, cause it's feeling warm down there. It's my hormone betraying me.

I put one finger in my fold to check and it's that transparent watery liquid.

I am dripping wet!!!!

Goodness that freaking guy shouldn't have this kind of effect on me.

"It's okay Ava... It's normal after having a serious wet dream. Don't worry, today Vyan maybe tomorrow someone else will be in your dream!! Maybe your crush?"

I console myself.

"You've got this Avyanna Rathore." I turn the shower on and my stupid brain immediately imagined Vyan there standing in front of me, running his hands upwards from my waist to my chest.

I immediately cover my face.

"Oh come on dude!!! You can't betray me please I have to go to school." I scold my own brain.

I wrap a towel around my hair after wiping my body. I stared at myself in the mirror, completely horrified.

My nipples, it didn't soften a little bit!!!!!! It's been hard since then!! It kinda hurts!!!

Great. Just great. How am I supposed to explain to Mom that why I need a different bra now? Cause obviously that typical school's white clothed bra isn't going to cover any sins of mine today.

"Why is everything becoming so complicated...???"

"Vyan Singhania!!! You're responsible for everything!!!"

I sighed for the 90th time Today.

"God give me strength. I just need to survive one school day without thinking about that stupid dream again." I pray.

But is God kind?

NEVER!!!!

Never to me. Not even once.

I already know what's going to happen.

The moment I see Vyan, my stupid brain is going to replay the dream and then I'll spend the entire day trying not to look at him suspiciously.

And moreover above all the thing Vyan is standing downstairs.

In my house...

Please God just a humble request, make me disappear or, better yet, delete that entire scene of that stupid dream from my mind. From my brain."

I stared at my reflection pressing my palms together, silently begging for a miracle.

Nothing.

Of course that's the reality.

Fantastic.

Just absolutely fantastic.

"Oye Ava! Are you planning to stay in the bathroom for your entire life??? Or do you actually wanna go to school too?"

Vyan's voice comes from the other side of the door.

I stay silent.

Maybe he'll leave.

"Hey, you alive or dead?"

He knocks again.

I remain silent.

Cause I don't even know how to answer.

His voice changes.

"Hey Ava you okay?"

It's softer this time...

He is genuinely worried I know.

I know that voice and I have known him since childhood..... He teases, pulls pranks, he irritates me, pulls my hair, drives me insane...

But he cares....

He always has

And today, for some ridiculous reason, I am hating that part of him too.

No.

That's not true. I am not hating his care.

Actually I am hating myself for dreaming about him like that.

I close my eyes and let out a quiet breath.

I owe him an apology.

Somehow, I just have absolutely no idea how I'm supposed to apologize for something that happened entirely inside my own head.

"Wait... are you having gastric problems? Is your fart stinky? Is that why you aren't replying?" There we go again.

I close my eyes.

Of course he had to ruin the moment. Cause he is the greatest Vyan Singhania.

"It's okay... No need to be shy around me. If you fart and it stinks, then I will give you a stinky fart too." He pauses dramatically.

"And we will call each other stinky booty."

He bursts out laughing.

I stare at the bathroom door in complete disbelief

A few seconds ago, I was genuinely considering apologizing to this idiot.

And now absolutely not.

I am not apologizing.

Apology cancelled.

I am not apologizing to a person who voluntarily calls me Stinky Booty.

I sit in the back seat beside Vyan, staring out of the window like the passing houses are suddenly the most fascinating things in the world.

"I thought you were conducting some serious experiment in the bathroom."

I don't turn towards him. Not even a glance.

"Hey.... Are you possessed?" He asked.

But..... Nothing.

How am I supposed to look at him?

Every time I do, my brain decides to replay that freaking dream.

I would rather stare at the same street for the next 15 minutes until I reach school.

Suddenly Vyan grabs my arm and turns me toward him.

"Come on, dude! What's gotten into you? Why aren't you talking?" His eyebrows pull together.

"Are you angry because I brought Mi-chan into your room? Is that it? Then I am sorry. But please don't just zip your mouth shut. It's uncomfortable."

He keeps talking but I barely hear him.

Because my eyes drop..... To his lips.

Before I can stop myself, my hand lifts.

My thumb brushes over his lower lip.

Vyan immediately jolts back.

My entire brain shuts down.

FUCK!!!!

What did I just do?

"Ava?" He is staring at me, completely confused.

I yanked my hand back, which was hanging in the air.

"I-It looks rough." An excuse, that's the only thing that can save me right now from second hand embarrassement. And why the hell am I stuttering!?

"Y-You should apply some lip balm." I stutter again. Darn it!!!!

I have known this boy since childhood. I have never stuttered in front of him.

Until today.

He blinks.

"O-Okay.... Do you have lip balm?"

He stutters too... VYAN SINGHANIA stutters too.

I immediately dig through my bag, shove the lip balm into his hand and then turn back toward the window.

My face is burning.

I keep my eyes firmly on the road. Because if I look at him again, I might actually combust.

And apparently, today my dignity has decided to take a holiday.

As soon as the car stops in front of the school, I practically launch myself out of it. I don't even wait for Vyan.

I walk straight into the building and hurry towards our classroom.

The moment I reach my desk, I drop into my seat and fold my arms on the table, burying my face in them.

Maybe if I stay like this long enough, my brain will finally forget this morning.

Maybe.....

"Did you see Vyan's body?" My head lifts slightly.

Two girls are whispering near the corner of the classroom.

"Ufff he's getting more muscular day by day. I'm damn sure he is hitting the gym."

Another girl laughs softly.

"Forget his body. He looks so hot nowadays. I think I'm actually falling for him."

My eyebrows pull together hearing them.

Excuse me?

Why are they talking about Vyan like that? And why the heck it is bothering me so much?

They are just talking. So why am I suddenly annoyed?

Before I can figure it out, someone drops something beside my hand.

"Here, your lip balm."

I look up.

Vyan.

He pulls out the chair beside mine and sits down like nothing happened.

I stare at the lip balm. Then at him. Then at the two girls.

Oh! How could I forget that I don't have any friends beside Vyan in this school.

Which means I'm going to spend the entire day sitting beside the exact person my brain is currently refusing to behave normally around.

I slowly put my forehead back on my folded arms.

God please...

His hand suddenly moves through my hair, gently brushing it back.

"Is it your period? Is your tummy hurting?"

I freeze.

Why is he being so caring today? I simply shake my head and bury my face deeper into my folded arms.

"Why is he caressing her head?"

I hear someone whisper behind us.

"I mean, we know they're best friends, but that doesn't mean he has to touch her like that..."

Another voice answers quietly.

"They honestly look like they're in love."

My face burns.

In love?

I've heard people say that before. Plenty of times. Usually, I laugh it off. So why does it feel different today?

Why does that stupid sentence keep echoing inside my head?

I sit up straight, making Vyan frown.

"Hey why are your cheeks so red?"

Before I can answer him, his hand comes up and gently touches my cheek.

"Are you having a fever?"

And that's it!! Something inside me snaps.

"Can you get your hands off me for a goddamn second?" The words came out sharper than I intended.

Vyan's hand immediately drops. His expression changes.

Confused. Hurt. And for some reason, seeing that hurts me too.