Not in my league 1

He sat on his seat with one leg crossed over the other and feet placed at the footrest of the front seat.

The teacher's boring lecture playing in the background and his eyes involuntarily landing at the brown-haired girl that sat in front of him.

His pen rotating between his fingers as usual and her long plait neatly placed on his desks front space.

He remembered their last encounter and couldn't help smile to himself.

This girl was crazy and he did not doubt this.

Yes, he agreed that it was his fault that day.

He was growing too impatient waiting for Stacey since last 10 minutes and when this girl came he mistook to be her.

But now when he replays the scene he can't help getting addicted to her touch under his fingers.

Her figure was perfect and her fragrance.

Well, don't get started because he has travelled half of this world but never has he smelt something so alluri