Him & Me

Chapter 1 ~ His distracting lower half

 

 

I peeped at his butt again. Don’t get me wrong, but when you see the most handsome guy in the school crouching down in front of you showing off his butt, you can’t miss it right. For the past few minutes I have been shamelessly gazing at Nolan Owens butt while he plugged out the wires of the microphone and speakers. His torn denim jeans were half way down his butt showing off his polka dotted boxers. And the whole scene was quite charming.

I quickly twirled my eyes, when I realized that his butt was no longer visible. Guilt ridden for my rather bold action previously, I gazed at his face. It stunned me to find him smiling at me, showing off his perfectly white teeth. May be he’s used to girls starring at his butt. And I was just another teenage girl, going gaga over his striking personality. His ginger tinted hair was casually combed to the left side of his face, virtually covering half his eye. The sleeves of his cotton white shirt were folded till his elbows showing the manly structure of his arms. And his lower half…was a bit distracting. I wouldn’t be wrong to say that there is always something about a guy with a microphone that makes you weak in the knees.

About a minute ago the hall was crammed with students ranging from the nerds who spend most of their time in the library to the studs who rarely get out of the canteen. It was hardly believable, that all these people even turned up for such an event. It’s just like having the lions join a cause to promote veganism.

But here we aren’t talking about a jungle. We are talking about Harrington high school, the world’s largest black market for cigarettes. I know it’s stupid to call it a black market, but what else can you call the trade of cigarettes. That too in a private school like Harrington high where smoking is illegal.

But being a member of the social cause “smoking sucks” was the latest trend or should I say obsession here in Harrington. And the trend setter was none other than the founder and student body head Nolan Owen. Had anyone else been in his place, he would have been killed by any of the cold blooded murderer.

“Hey there…it’s been quite a while you are standing there. What’s up?” Nolan asked as he walked towards me.

“Um...hey. I am from the radio… I just wanted to ask you if you are interested to do an interview for my Saturday show?” I mumbled.

“ Saturday? Which show are you talking about?” he asked again, this time standing right in front of me.

I felt my knees go wobbly like jell-o. Just feel confidant and speak up. “The power puffs of HHS” I spoke.

“Oh...that’s one of my favorites...well, I would love if bubble could do the interview for me…all three of them are awesome. But there’s always something about bubbles...” he said sheepishly.

Oh my goodness. Did Nolan Owen just say that he liked the show? And more over bubbles was his favorite. I would hate it if it’s a dream.

But before I could think of anything so say he spoke again. “Well...who are you amongst the three?”

“Bubbles….” I said giggling nervously.

“Ha-haa...I guess I would be honored to be on the show” he said instantly.

Now this is definitely a dream….someone please wake me up. I know ‘the power puffs of HHS’ was a popular show but when you hear Nolan saying that he loves it, it just sounds insane. I never knew we were so good. Not until now.

“I gotta go now....see you on Saturday” Nolan said as he walked past with an adorable grin on his face.

“Bye” I mumbled under my breath. Still bemused with his confession of the love for the show.

“Bubbles…..what time do I have to be present there?” he asked taking an abort turn so that he was facing me now.

“11 would be okay…the show starts at 11:30…and please call me Kiara” I replied blushing.

“Ok ...bubb...I mean Kiara” he said as he made his way out of the hall.

Though I usually loved being called bubbles,it felt odd when Nolan called me that. And for the first time I regretted using pen name rather than my own on the radio. At least then he would have known my real name. It felt silly being addressed as Bubbles. Neither do I have blond hair nor do I wear only blue color dresses. And mostly I am not a Power puff girl.


Ps. This was a story I wrote a long while back on wattpad. Thought it would be a great idea to share it here. XoXo :)