He looked shyly towards the side at the girl sitting next to him. She seemed to be around 5 3” a little taller than him, she had long wavy dark hair that smelled of that citrus flavored Garnier conditioner. She was in a black tee and cargos that accentuated her figure really well and at the same time gave her that knockout strawberry-girl-next-door-look. She was listening to her iPod while reading a book and didn’t look up once even.
“Sigh…I’m never ever in my dreams gonna get a girl like that.” he thought passing a hand through his unruly hair and sighing deeply again. He peeked at her shyly and was thinking of how pitiful he was when the train jerked a little and the book that was in her hand slipped. “Good here’s my chance”, he thought bending down to pick the book up. “umm here’s the book you dro- ” unfortunately before he could complete his sentence he heard a shriek. Every one in the train turned to the direction of the shriek to see a girl who must have been in her early twenties, clutch her purse ahead of her in a defensive stance against a bulky man who must have been in his early forties and clearly reeked of alcohol. “Cm’ere you slut. Don’t go tellinme that you didn’t enjoy that feel. The way you’re dressed, you’re desperate to get a feel.” Everyone else in the compartment looked the other way; it was just another drunk, a strong one that too, getting his way with a young girl. The men just fiddled with their ties, not bothering with the man, besides they were impatient to get back to their own girlfriends, wives and daughters to actually go teach a drunk some manners, god knows what he would do? The women could care less about what happened to one of their own as long as it did not happen to them.
Now whether it was his empty stomach, the inner playboy in him dieing to show off in front of that girl, or the anger he felt looking at the uninterested cowardly faces of the people around him, we shall never know but suddenly for some unknown joy, he was filled with a sense of great disgust and called out to the drunk man, “Oi! Leave the girl alone you drunken old ass!” and boldly stepped towards him. The old man turned momentarily from the young girl and looked at this new face. There was this short young fellow with a really young face, messed up hair in an oversized t-shirt and Denims standing in front of him. He got enraged that here was this five foot nothing kid who most probably weighed less than 120 pounds challenging him! the drunkard raised his fist to give him a nice socking and said, “You little prick! Why I oughta!” but before he could do what he wanted to the train jerked once again, and he fell forward, this time grabbing the stupefied young girl’s chest, who was merely stunned in the first place to see the heroics of the fellow who was sitting just next to her. “He he…u fill out quite nicely little girl…” the girl became mortified and yelped. That was the last straw. He was now royally ticked off; he picked the man up by his collar and gave a solid uppercut. When witnesses recounted the incident later on they would say that it could be sworn that the drunkard hit his head against the rooftop.
Later the three of them and a few witnesses were standing in front of an officer who was writing down the young lady’s complaint. The police officer was very much impressed by the boy’s bravery and commented how he wished his son would grow up to be like him. The boy went a little red, not because of the officer’s compliment, but rather because of the fact that SHE was their looking at him with wide glazed eyes that made her look so CUTE! “Hmm… hotshot! Care to ever have a drink with me?” he turned round to see the young lady standing in a very suggestive pose with a piece of paper in her hand that contained her number. “umm…I’m sorry I don’t drink..” he said looking down at the floor slowly shuffling his feet. “Oooh! Strait edge, I like that in a man…” she put a finger on his chest and started tracing figures with it. “Well…actually…I’m just seventeen…I’m too young to drink” the lady immediately withdrew her fingers looked at him sternly and curtly replied “And it’s good that you don’t” she did an about turn and quickly marched off slowly muttering under her breath that only she seemed to find weird guys and when she finally meets one she likes, she realizes that she is a pedophile. “Umm…if you don’t mind, may I have your number? I was very impressed by the way you came to save me…” he nearly jumped out of his skin to see the girl with dark hair staring at him.
Thirty five minuets had passed from that moment, he was only repeating one thought in his head; “OMG! She asked for my number! She asked for my number! She asked for my…” after repeating that thought over a few thousand times in his head, he realized one very important fact “SHIT! I FORGOT TO TAKE HERS!”
terminus_lover wrote:
And dats wat happened
The boy couldn’t believe that he had just posted every thing that had happened to him in the past few hours on the internet as a new thread on a VERY public and popular social networking site. “I guess I really am a loser” he said to himself aloud. He knew he was a geek because he always got good grades, had geeky habits like reading web comics, and on the top of that, having to very athletic best friends made him aware of his geekiness more often than he wished to, but he could never ever believe that he would resort to asking help from the internet on his love life….
n00b_monster wrote:
lolz most prbbly she will never call u man…dream on…she must have just added u to her countless list of men
“yeah, maybe he is right..” the boy thought slumping on his bed
Chicmix wrote:
*flushes n00b_monster down the toilet*
Don’t listen to what he says, I’m a girl nd wat u did was effin kewl…she will definitely call..
V
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frozenmaiden wrote:
yeah what u did was really kewl… im happy to kno dat dere are still sm decent dudes traveling through the metro today
effin_emokid wrote:
yeah man..regardless of wether she calls you or not you should be happy that some women will feel safer knowing that dere are guys like you to protect them
pottabalistic_wife wrote:
hey did dat man have a mole under his left eye? Cause im sure my brother would do that L
terminus_lover wrote:
err..no he did not have a mole under his left eye…nd he was over 40…im sure dat wasn’t ur brother..
redflagged_indian wrote:
u stupid b**** wat da hell is wrong wid u? im right here in da next room reading dis shit.
pottabalistic_gal wrote:
well well well, so my stupid idiotic brother has time to sit online but no time to wash da dishes?
redflagged_indian wrote:
but
He closed his notebook. “Let them have their own stupid fight in peace” he thought chuckling to himself. “But that doesn’t change the fact that she may not call me…” he sighed deeply again as his mother called him down for dinner.
When he returned back to his room he saw a message waiting for him on his mobile.
He frowned as he saw who sent it, because it was an unknown number. He opened the message, read it once, dropped the phone, picked it up, read it again and looked up at the heavens in disbelief.
Hey, im da grl u savd 2day…he he…wnt to thnk u prprly but low blnce plz call me up..want to hear
He ran back to his notebook and powered it back up again, tripping once while typing
Terminus_lover wrote:
Ppksdoak
Redflagged_indian wrote:
Huh?
terminus_lover wrote:
sorry abt dat…guys! guess wat? She msgd me nd asked me to call her back!!!!
Redflagged_indian wrote:
w00t!!!
pottabalistic_gal wrote:
so call her now!!!
Chicmix wrote:
Yeah now…I bet shez fallen head over heels for u…lolz
terminus_lover:
I can’t I don’t have da guts…0____
_l \__
Chicmix wrote:
DO IT NOW!
Redflagged_indian wrote:
DO IT NOW!!
pottabalistic_gal wrote:
DO IT NOW!!!
n00b_monster wrote:
DO IT NOW!!!!
frozenmaiden wrote:
DO IT NOW!!!!!
mcr_b4mv wrote:
DO IT NOW!!!!
gazduck wrote:
DO IT NOW!!!
newmac wrote:
DO IT NOW!!
fedrershallkillnadal wrote
DO IT NOW!
the_joker wrote:
gawd..hw many ppl are reading dis?
He sat there with the phone in his trembling hand for fifteen minuets. He didn’t know whether to dial or not. Finally after putting down the phone and picking it up again for what seemed like a hundred times, he dialed her number with a large lump in his throat. “Hello- “Hey I’m the guy from the train- “have gone to the loo so please leave a message after the beep” he had reached her voicemail, and disconnected without saying anything
terminus_lover wrote:
agghhh…I reached her voicemail and lost the nerve…
n00b_monster wrote:
redflagged_indian wrote:
Amen and Halleluiah to that!
sexy_neha wrote:
shut up da both of y’all
wicked_rahul wrote:
yeah the poor fellow must be in da dumps
pottabalistic_gal wrote:
yeah give da poor guy some slac-
He turned off his notebook and plopped himself unto his bed. “Bhuck...i cant even talk to a recorded message, i never knew i could fall lowe-” but before he could end that thought his phone rang. He picked up the phone and nearly dropped dead... it was her number!
To be contd.
