School Corridor:

I was walking along talking to myself as usual. It’s a very useful habit to have you know. Scientifically speaking, it removes boredom, refreshes your mind and most importantly it keeps you occupied when you don’t have friends to talk to. But when people around you look at you speaking to yourself, they call it madness. Therefore I had a reputation of a boring, not so happening and a mad guy. My fellow mates were making a mock of me as I was passing the corridor, yet I didn’t care. Why should I?
As I kept heading towards my classroom, I saw a girl by me, slip and fall on the freshly washed, detergent laced floor.
“Need help?” I asked her.
“Any doubt?” she replied and offered me her hand. I gave her my hand and gently offered my support to her. This was the first time I had ever helped a girl. Cool!!
“New??” I asked.
“Any Doubt?” she replied.
“Nope, no doubts, because your eyes have told me everything about you, except your name.” I replied back.
She permitted herself a smile and replied, “I’m Sam from Peru, I am a student of class O level one.”
“Then you must have come here as a part of the International Student Exchange Campaign?” I asked.
“You’ve got it right!” she replied.
I was pleased to hear that she was from my class. For the first time, I looked into her eyes and was awestruck by her beauty. I don’t know how I dared to, but I ask her, “What do you do, apart from being beautiful?”
“Sorry??” she asked.
I felt that I had said things that I should not have had, so I ran away from there.

Classroom:
I sat in the last table of my classroom, alone. Sam came and sat on the 2nd table. I don’t think that she had noticed me. After eating my Tiffin during the recess I went to the washroom. When I returned I saw Sam sitting next to where I was sitting. After hesitating a little I went and sat at my place.
“I’m sorry, I forgot to ask your name.” she said.
“Me??” I asked.
“Any doubt?” she replied.
“Ah….Bh..I’m…eh…Andrew Tolstoy; you can call me ‘A’.‘T’.” I said gaining courage.
Being a boy is really a tough job, especially when you have so many new girls around you, who might be noticing you. It takes a great deal of courage to interact with them.
“Friends?” she said and offered me her hand for the second time. I happily welcomed it and said, “Any doubt?”
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The conversation grew. We became better friends from just friends and best friends from better. In just seven months time we were like two sides of the same coin. She brought a great change in me. She modified my hairstyle and dressing sense and made me rank among the most well dressed boys in the school.
The Prom night was coming up. Both of us were excited to find partners for the prom. It was easy for her to find a partner due to her beauty, which was deadly. Even I convinced a sweet girl, Tina, for the same.

PROM night:
I was dressed in a black suit with a red tie and properly gel’d hairs. I felt that I was looking better than the Hollywood heroes. I had come along with Tina. She was dressed in a rosy pink gown. Soon after entering the Prom, we were on the dance floor, dancing to the most romantic songs ever, but I felt that something was missing.
Then came Sam with her partner Chad, a handsome hunk and the captain of the School soccer team. Sam was dressed in a royal blue gown and her black locks brushed upon her face whenever she took a step.
Both Sam and I were dancing on the same floor with our respective partners.
Although I was dancing with Tina but I was thinking about Sam all the time. I felt jealous. Jealous of Chad! Sam was just ten to fifteen feet away from me, yet I was missing her. This emotion was strange. I realized that the fuse of my heart was blown. I realized that like all other teenagers I had fallen in love….

Next morning; School:
“I love you!!” I said.
“What!!” she exclaimed as her face turned pink and then pale.
“I love you!!” I said.
“What!!” she re-exclaimed.
“Your legs must be tired, because you’ve been running through my mind all night” I added.
“You have gone mad, stop you silly jokes.” she said.
“Joke?? This is no joke, I’m serious.” I replied.
“But why do you love me? Are you nuts?” she enquired.
“Why??Because you are like a dictionary to me, you add meaning to my life.” I answered.
She ran away from there, after hearing my answer.

Next morning; School:
The last night was of mixed emotions for me. I was excited, worried and afraid at the same time.
I entered my classroom half-an-hour before time. I was shocked to see Sam already present there. She was sitting next to my seat. I could not face her. I went and sat on the other corner of the class. She got up from her seat and sat next to me. Slowly she brought her lips close to my ears and whispered, “I thought about it and I have no reason to not love you, I love you too...”
Teenage love was in the air. As other couples do, we used to go to the theatres, amusement park, disco together. Time passed faster than we could realize. We were happy but not for long.

Two months later:
The academic session came to an end. We had never thought about this day. She had to return to her country. This meant that I would not be able to see her again until I had enough money and independence to go to her country. She left as the winter leaves the tropical countries. The last words she told to me were, “Take care. I will always miss you.”
Gone were those happy days. We used to talk over phone or email in the following days. One more month passed. One not so fine day she called me and said, “Listen, the ISD rates are alarmingly high, I can’t call you anymore. My dad scolds me. Look after yourself. Bye forever.”
I was heartbroken. The fascinating world of love had come to an end. It took me a long time to get over the sorrow due to communication gap and repair the fuse of my heart.

Four months Later; Annual Concert Day::
A fair and beautiful girl came and sat next to me. The concert was delayed by half-an-hour due to technical problems. The girl and I started our conversation from, “What’s the time please?” and within five sentences of our talk I asked the girl, “Are you really beautiful or am I day dreaming.”………….And so dear readers time had completed a full circle..And it all started again…
As readers you might be finding the story pointless. But let me tell you that the moral of this story is “that the fuse of a teenage heart is meant to be blown again and again….;D..