A Rebel Without a Clue!

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The ringtone of Kshitij's phone echoed in this closed packed small room. He was sleeping, and had bunked college. Still drowsy, he opened his one eye to check who was calling. Sandeep. He murmured. Keeping the phone in silent mode, he slept again. He was really sleepy. Last night he was talking to his friends on Skype and hence got late. When someone wakes you up from your deprived-sleep, he is sure to get some free abuses. With constant calling from Sandeep, Kshitij was irritated. As irritated as killing him. He was not aware of the storm that was coming. The storm that would throw him miles away and won't let him sleep again. Certainly for the next few days. Or maybe for the next four years. Stealing question paper was a crime. Big crime. Enough to let you have a pleasant stay at the jail.

In College

"He's not taking the call!" The irritated teacher spoke to one of his colleagues sitting in that room sipping coffee.

"Tell him to go and call him. He lives in hostel, right?" The other teacher spoke up.

"Yes. Right. Go fast, I want him here in half an hour. Or else he'll be suspended from college!" She was stubborn. Very stubborn.

Kshitij's friend, Sandeep, rushed out of the room and ran like a cheetah. He cared nothing at that moment. Knowing that he had made a mistake, and put Kshitij in trouble, he had to do something for him now. He had no options left with him while he was being interrogated. She had trapped him with her words. She surely had a way with words. Sandeep, taking longer strides while running was quite fast. There he got an advantage of being an athlete.

BANG! BANG!

Sandeep started slamming the door hard. He knew it was difficult job for him. On the other side of the room, Kshitij got irritated again. He bestirred himself to the sound of the door slamming. In his drowsy state, he opened the door just to find Sandeep standing there and bathed from sweat.

"Dude! Get ready, fast!" Still panting from the running, Sandeep managed to speak something.

"What happened?" Kshitij spoke in sleepy voice.

"She knows that you got the Maths paper."

"Who told her?" Kshitij was still sleepy.

"Me!" Sandeep managed to murmur that softly.

"What the fu.. " Now, he his sleep was tranformed into hyper state.

".. Why the hell did you tell her?!" Kshitij asked him a million dollar question. Why would someone tell their friends name?

"She started blackmailing me. I was helpless. Now stop shouting at me, and think what you have to tell her. I am sorry." Sandeep got a puppy face. He sometimes acted like a girl. Kshitij had a small smile over his face.

"Stop laughing. And start thinking!" Sandeep managed to turn into a guy this time.

Kshitij was in a situation like two diplomats speaking. Though, he was more of a criminal here. But, he had to speak and make her agree. He had to bury the hatchet. And get out of this messy situation. He was standing on the edge of the swimming pool. Only if he knew how to swim, he would be saved. Otherwise, drowed and dead.

After getting ready, Kshitij accompanied Sandeep to college. With his heart beats thumping faster than normal, he started moving towards the teacher's room. Yes, this time he was nervous. As nervous as a kid who is about be scolded very bad from his parents. As nervous as sportstars who are about to play final match to save their lost dignity.

After he entered the room, all the teachers eyed him from top to bottom. It looked as if an irritated teen girl was eyeing a guy, who has been eveteasing her. Kshitij didn't dare to look up and have eye contact with any of the teachers. Sandeep was in the same condition.