I Stand Corrected (On Break)

Chapter 4: The Bottom of Things, Part 2

Two days later...

Vihaan's POV:

Okay, I know that I promised Tia that I would talk to Vinnie over the weekend. But let's just say it's easier said than done.

Man, I really screwed things up, didn't I?

Yeah, you did. Big time, my dude.

Wow, thanks. That makes me feel so much better.

It wasn't; it was supposed to make you realize just how much you screwed up.

Thanks for the clarification.

"Vihaan! Khayilo ki (did you eat lunch yet)?" my mom screams from downstairs as I break out of my thoughts.

"No, ma!" I shout back as I get off the bed and open the door.

"Come down and eat then! It's already 2!" she instructs me before I climb down the stairs.

After coming back down to the kitchen, I immediately smell a strong yet delicious scent. It smells like cheese and pepper, which instantly gives away what my mom made for lunch. I go to my air fryer, located near the coffee maker, and open it to reveal God's Gift to Pasta (in my opinion).

Or as I call it, Fancy Pasta!

My mom loves to improvise and build up on foods she's already made before, so she always comes up with new variations for many recipes. This fancy pasta is actually a complete accident.

But it's definitely a happy accident because it is the most delicious pasta I've ever had.

Sorry for being so random. I've just always wanted to talk about that, haha.

I quickly grab a cup and a ladle to get some pasta for myself. But while I do that, a loud voice comes behind me.

"I swear, if you end up eating all the leftovers again, I will whoop your ass," it threatens me as he comes in front of me, hooded dark brown eyes looking directly into my pretty big eyes.

If I do say so myself.

I admit, this guy is pretty attractive. He stands at about 5'10'', so he's a couple of inches taller than me. Compared to my almond-looking skin tone, his skin tone is more of a band brown, a couple of shades lighter than mine. His nose is slightly crooked at the bridge and he has a burn scar running on the side of his face, adding some mystery to this guy's overall aura.

How do I know this? Because I caused one of them. I broke his nose by accidentally throwing a basketball in this guy's face, and the scar came from him splashing hot water on his face when he was young.

His mouth is a little thin, but that doesn't stop him either. His wavy black hair is brushed off his face, with an undercut on the left side.

His body shape is pretty similar to mine: he's lanky, just like me. I guess him not being this chiseled God makes me feel a bit more confident about my own appearance. He doesn't have to be the most ripped guy to be attractive.

And that's relieving since I've always been a twig.

"Well, you shouldn't have left so much for me then," I smirk as I grab a giant load of pasta and put it into the cup, an evil smile plastered on my face as I keep looking at him. I'm lucky that he doesn't tower over me that much, so I don't have to break my neck just looking at him.

"I forgot how annoying you can be," he rolls his eyes before he chuckles a bit, making me laugh a bit too. He quickly grabs some pasta and a fork and begins gorging on it.

Wait, you guys don't even know this person. Well, here's your introduction:

This sharp-tongued, handsome, bold, outspoken, and gluttonous weirdo is the Yin to my Yang, The coffee to my tea, The orange to my blue, The Virgo to my Aquarius, The-