I couldn't sleep that night. The smile I saw during the edge of curfew, that one smitten smile made me fall in love with her all over again. That's when I realized, I never asked what her name was. My mind started conjuring up names that matched her aura. Maybe it was something divine, or something so beautiful that it could not be put into words, or maybe something completely out of the world. There was only one way of finding out. In no time, it was the next morning. The 8 o' clock bell didn't annoy me today. The terrible stink from Sammy's yawn didn't seem to upset me. The bullying felt like an invitation of friendship. Finally, there she was in her favorite hot pink crop top and baggy jeans, entering into class and bringing with her the joy that forever blossoms around her. She had never noticed me before but this time it was different. Sammy looked over at me completely in awe. She knew I would already be staring at my dream girl. Annoyed of my creepy vibes, she punched me in the shoulder and pointed me towards the boring presentation about the human eye, mouthing the words 'you promised!'. Terrified of my new mother-figure of a best friend, I quickly averted my eyes from my floweret.
Interestingly, I learned a lot about the human eye in that class. I learned about its uniqueness, the mechanism behind its tint, and how it dilates. I remember reading on Twitter that the human eye dilates when you look at someone you adore. I embarked on the mission to figure out if the girl I loved looked at me the way I was certain my pupils looked at her. That's when it happened. Our first ever eye contact. "Oh no!", I screamed. All eyes were now meeting mine, as if the very eye I learned about in the first lecture had now come out of the screen to torture me. The professor looked at me with anticipation, waiting for me to explain my behavior. Sammy had her palm on her face, embarrassed and disappointed about what had just happened. "Are you alright?", a voice called out. I had never heard a voice that pure. It was as sweet as the first drop of honey that drips from a bee hive. I turned my gaze to the right end of the classroom, astonished at the situation that stood before me. There was that smile again. This smile however, was different. It was full of concern. Her eyebrows bent just right in order to offer comfort. Her eyes had a light in them, reflecting away all the pain and fear that beheld me. I found myself smiling back, looking deep into her eyes, watching their hue change with the agitation filling the room. Sammy let out a loud cough, pulling me out of the pool of love I had dived into, alerting me of the tension in the room which had led everyone to start talking, creating a forest of chaos. "Quiet!", blasted the professor. "Do you have anything to say child or should I get back to the physiology of the heart?", said he, discerning me as a jester by calling me a child in front of a woman. He had no clue about the physiology of my heart. Furthermore, he didn't know of the trouble he caused to the delicate strings in my heart when he embarrassed me in front of my lady love. I shook my head no as I took a seat into my miserable life again.
I left the class in a rush as soon as I heard the class-end ding and ran towards my room. I didn't want to face the sweet hearted girl who was finally about to talk to me during this embarrassing time. I knew she would never agree to meet me after this scandal. I definitely did not want to hear Sammy's irritating mocks and scorns in the form of full-blown sarcasm that would make me feel as small as a newly erupted bud. I locked my door shut when I felt a tear roll down my cheek. For the first time, something good was about to happen in my life and it was yet again drowned in the misery of it all. I could hear Sammy screaming my name through the window but I had no intention of answering her, just to be ridiculed yet again. All my plans of meeting the girl I love were somehow drained by the darkness that had always lurked around me. Her first words to me kept repeating in my head as I wondered how I lost the chance of meeting an angel.
It was the next day and my head was still a mess from all the crying last night. I decided to skip class and lay low for a while, at least until I forgot about this incident. I knew Sammy must be thinking of me and contemplating if I am a bad friend to have abandoned her in class. I could feel her invisible punches hit my shoulder, and her stinky yawns annoying me again. Was it weird that I missed her too? No matter what, I had to stay adamant on my decision -no lectures till all of this is forgotten.
The day was almost over again and my decision had started to assemble loneliness. "Neil? Uh it's me! Well, we haven't officially met yet so – ", wait, was this who I thought it was? I sneaked a peak out the window and there she was, waving at me, asking me to come downstairs. Excitement and embarrassment fought the war in my brain as I assembled my hair and began wearing my most expensive shirt again. I wiped off the dried tears and shred off the disemboweled ego from my face as I ran down the stairs towards my destiny. There she was, her dimples visible from afar, her eyes concerned yet warming. She was standing with her hand extended towards me. "Hey! Are you alright? This is the first time I didn't see you in class and I was kind of worried. Samantha told me that this is where I would find you. I just wanted to check up on you. Let me introduce myself." This was the moment of truth. What was her name? My ears could not hold the suspense any longer and that's when she finally said, "My name is Daisy." It all started to make sense. The puzzle pieces started coming together. Her beauty, her warmth, her fragrance, her light, her togetherness, her nectar-like voice; she was a Daisy in every sense there could ever be. Prettier that the flower itself stood before me my beautiful Daisy.