“No offense, Dude. You are no competition. She hates you.” Saahil smirks.
Thanks for stating the obvious, Douchebag. “Ah, what a tragedy it would have been, if I cared,” I lean my face close to his and say.
“Good for you.” He shrugs and then adds holding up his hands. “And for the record, I am not interested in her.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me she is not your type.” Because as I see it, Saahil has a permanent drool on his face when he is with her.
“I don"t know how to explain it. She’s just too intense.” He twists his face.
Intense? What does that even mean? Mishti is the most sensible, independent, and nice girl I know. It’s another story that she is nice to everyone except me.
“I mean she just worries too much about everything.”
I don’t need a heart-to-heart with you, Man.
