She-Topper

I waited for an hour before being 'spotted' by her, apparently she was caught up at college, looking up a case study and got carried away. WTF? that was the first time we met outside the college, the canteen had been my ground, and she was the library princess.
Considering the fact, that it had been almost two years since i had been a fresher. I did not have a library card. I did not read, nor did i know how many subjects i had that semester, but i do remember her beautiful lips, if lip-read, would say 'cos 90' and 'sin 120' through the sound-proof clear glass windows of the reading section. At that moment, trigonometry was the hottest thing on the planet.

She was a nerd, a hot one. If she had a caption it would read, 'difficult dame, disappointment inevitable'. oh, how they were right. She hated everything that did not have a hint of numbers, formulas or books. I was the king of this kind, the kind with no affinity towards paper other than the cigarette one's. Numbers, i was good with. I calculated the amount of money spent on every bottle, and how economical the 'other' bottles would have been.

I could not help but notice her everytime she walked past me, it was almost as if i had been struck by that big fat book of AUTOMATA in her hand. She had topped the last four semesters with no second place in close proximity. She was lusted for by them toppers themselves, God-forbid if she fell in their hands, they would make her do problems all their life, they would give birth to bigger and fatter books. I could not and would not let that happen, what a waste!! I had to do something, make my move,
'excuse me, i was wondering if you could help me...'

That was it, she smiled and came my way, i did not ever think that i would thank a book, but i did, i thanked JAVA in my hand. She came and asked me what it was, there was the bomb, i did not know JACKSHIT about java. I think she understood what it was, she looked at me slyly and walked away. I did not sleep that night. I passed on grass, which i must stress on is very important in engineering, it is almost the elixir of engineers.

The next morning was as good as the first, i had been asked to leave the first three lecture halls because i did not know the name of the subject, and i had loyal friends with me, who did not know that we had actually registered for the fifth semester, they thought it was still the fourth, hey! I am sure it was a mistake, shit happens.

I kept watching her throughout my only five minutes during every class, it was divine, she radiated brilliance, not her's but god's, his plan worked, she was perfect, she was the one I wanted.

As she entered the canteen, i just said it. 'I have trouble with automata too'

That was it, she was in love. I had just been promoted from 'careless bugger' to 'coming around and i must help him' boy. HEHEHEHEHEH!!

YEAAAAAAA! We met, i waited and it was a success, i learned that automata is a bigger bitch than it seemed to be, and that she was the youngest of three, the other two being older and being men. We talked more about ourselves, we left the bitch to rot! i hope to god that she does. It's still on, i'll keep posting.