You're Just a Student, Professor!

5. No Dumbness in the House

The librarian sighs as she once again witnesses the two fighting for the third time this week. She remembers them talking to each other for the first time last to last week or was it last to last to last week? Or maybe even before that?

It's entertaining to be honest, or atleast, it was, until they started disturbing all the people sitting around them fighting like a cat and a dog.  She had to make them sit at the corner of the library, in the last row of benches. She still can see them clearly though, and doesn't know if it's a good thing or not.

Shaking her head, she goes back to the book series she has been rereading, trying to escape her harsh reality of life as well as the duo's very loud and uncivilized conversation, with the professor yet again correcting the girl's mistake in her assignment and her arguing against it.

"..... can't just say that to me. You are simply prejudiced." Naina crosses her arms against her chest, frowning at the man.

"Hmm," he acknowledges, removing the glasses from his eyes and holding them between his index finger and thumb. And for a moment Naina is forced to foget everything and look into his eyes. The irises are light brown. She hasn't seen that eye colour around her, not often at least.

But then he opens his mouth and she is shaken out of her trance. She curses herself.

"So this is what it's about. You don't like being faced with truth. Got it, will keep that in mind." He chuckles mockingly while Naina is left rolling her eyes and murmuring curses under her breath.

"Whatever, just wait and watch. I'll prove how wrong you were all this time. Gonna score the highest in the class."

The man snorts at her resolve.

The audacity.

"Wow, did you actually laugh at me. How mature of you! Do you do this to your students when they decide they want to be the best?" Naina accuses.

"Of course not, because firstly, you are not my student and secondly my students are already the best, just like their professor," the man sitting in front of her boasts, adjusting the Id card hanging over his jacket.

"Oh my my, is that so? The students would also have a long nose then, wouldn't they? Because their professor is sure as hell nosy." The girl snarls and fumes when instead of getting stumped the man's lips only quirk up.

"That was surprisingly a good reply for someone as dumb as - ah, ah!" The man whisper-screams, gaining the glare of people once again, as well as the exasperated sigh of the librarian.

He looks down with utter shock in his eyes from where the girl has stepped on his shoe.

His brand new white coloured sneaker.

"Call me dumb once again and then I'll tell you." The girl grits through her teeth.

The man picks up the pen from the desk and thumps it at her forehead, albeit very gently.

"Ouch!" The girl rubs the spot pouting.

"I will once you stop doing dumb things." He says mourning the demise of his shoes' novelty, wearing back the glasses that were hanging between his finger. And just like that in a wick of a second, the ball was in her court.

"Oh, look, who has changed their frames." She exclaims and smirks as the man's eyes widen behind the said glasses.

He tries to school his expression, clearing his throat.

"I did, any problem?" He adjusts the glasses perches on his nose that weren't dislocated to begin with.

Ah, so he's nervous.

"No problem, professor. It's just that -"

"Can you stop calling me that, first of all. I'm not your professor. God forbid if I ever get to be one."

Naina grins. "So, professor, as I was saying, I think the frames were never the problem..." She prompts, bending closer to the man, and whispers, "maybe it was always your face."

*

"So, how is it going with that dumb spoilt brat in the library?"

Daksh almost spits the coffee from his mouth when Rahul addresses her like that.

"I'm sorry but you are talking about whom exactly?" He murmurs in the cup not making an eye contact, very well knowing that his childhood friend is well aware of his pretence.

"I don't know.... someone other than your non-existent girlfriend, your supervisor, or the date that you have tomorrow. We can talk about her too." He smirks and Daksh narrows his eyes at him.

"I'd rather talk about the dumb spoilt brat." He says and his friend barks out a laugh.

"So you do prefer her over your actual date tomorrow."

Daksh's lips slightky quirk up, visible from the rim of the cup.

"Do you want me to keep calling her dumb spoilt brat?"

Daksh shrugs his shoulder. "I don't know her name."

Rahul's eyes widen. "You don't? It's been what? Almost a month?"

"Almost a month to what? And on a second thought, maybe take out the 'dumb' from the name. No, definitely take that out. She'd kill us if she hears it one more time." He says after a second's consideration.

Rahul stays stunned at the scene in front of him, seeing his normally so uptight friend speaking so freely about someone. He mindlessly blurts.

"You also told me she hurt you."

Daksh's hand stop typing while and a pensive look comes over his face after hearing the comment. "She does, sometimes, but I know it's just out of spite. To be fair, I think I hurt her first."

"Hmm," and just because the earlier attempt wasn't enough, he adds,"You also told me she annoys you."

He just wants to assess to which extent the dumb brat has encompassed his friend's IQ.

Daksh nods. "She definitely does." And then, almost involuntarily, gives him a small chuckle, before getting back to his beloved thesis.

Rahul thinks he has got his answer.