Special Changes: Veyoshma are in 12th std in an American high school
Extra Characters: Isabella (Karishma's Friend)
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-contains some abusive language-
It was a few minutes to the start of class and Karishma was at her locker, taking out her huge stack of books for class. She took out books with one hand and texted Veyom with another.
on text:
VS: I deleted Trials of Apollo from your kindle
KS: You- what?! I'm going to kiss you!
VS: Really? With tongue?
KS: Kill you* I meant kill you! Stupid autocorrect.
VS: Where would you even get a weapon from?
KS: I could just give you poison
VS: Whatever
back to real life:
VS: Kiss bhi karde yaar
KS: Hm
She shut her locker and stood on her toes, giving him a smooch.
KS: Tumko mera kindle kahan se mila?
VS: Locker se
KS: You know my lock combination?!
VS: Yeah you do it in front of me every day
KS: Gadhe. Aur tumko kaa dushmani hai Trials of Apollo se?
VS: Arre woh- piche ghumo (warning)
KS: Kaahe?
Veyom turned her to the other side and her eyes widened seeing the principal coming through the hallways. Everyone began scrambling for their books and rushed into class before she could tell them off.
Karishma was furiously taking notes just as the bell rang to signify the end of the period. She gathered her stuff and rushed out of the classroom to get to her next class, which was halfway across the school building. She walked through the cafeteria which was empty at the moment, when a bright poster caught her eye.
"24-Hour Relay Race at Sherman Oaks High School; When: Thursday, March 31st - Friday, April 1st Where: Fayette Community Grounds, LA Who: 10th-12th Graders Only, Freshmans (9th std) not permitted" Karishma read in a robot voice from the huge poster stuck on the cafeteria wall.
KS: Ye kaa bawal hai bey (to herself)
I: What is that supposed to mean?
KS: Uh- nothing. What's this relay though, and is someone going to run for 24 hours or what? (continued walking)
I: No dumbass, we make teams and everyone has to run in shifts for 24 hours. The bigger the team, the less running you have to do.
KS: So you just get to chill when you're not running?
I: Yeah! Why do you think everyone signs up for it? You get to miss an entire Friday
KS: That does sound good. I will fucking commit suicide if I have to smell the expired yogurt and listen to the teacher talking about her Chinese ancestors during Bio
I: You'll leave me all alone in this torturous school to face the wrath of the Biology teacher? You'll fucking betray me like that? (dramatically placing a hand on her chest)
KS: Oh, shut up (rolling her eyes)
I: Anyways, are you taking Veyom to the relay?
KS: Ah- I don't think he's into running...
I: Argh that's not what I meant. This relay is like the number one place for hook-ups, they even set up a tent with loud music and all so the coaches don't suspect it. Every couple here dreams of lasting till March because once they've committed, they can't go back. Well, they can but most people don't prefer to. So, are you asking him to the relay?
KS: I- I don't know (looking disturbed)
The two entered their next class and took their places. Karishma still seemed disturbed that people gave up their virginity at such a young age. Then again, she'd seen a pregnant 15-year-old the other day, so maybe it wasn't a big deal here. (this actually happens in America) But she knew her limits and she wouldn't be crossing them no matter what happened. Just as she thought of this, someone plopped down beside her and said hi, almost scaring her to death.
KS: Haseena, what the fuck, aise kaun hi bolta hai? (whispering)
HM: Main bolti hu, aur tu bak bak mat kar paper nikaal. I refuse to get detention ever again (glaring at her)
KS: It was your fault too (glaring back)
The two of them spent most of the class passing notes to each other, barely paying attention to the chapter they'd learnt for the 8th time this week. They'd made it a habit to write only in Hindi so if they were ever caught, the teacher wouldn't be able to understand a word.
HM: Toh kya socha, jaa rahi hai tu?
KS: Pata nahi, India mein hote toh iski naubat bhi nahi aati...par yahan rehke yahan ke logon jaisi aadatein hone lagi hai. Ab yeh accha hai, bura hai, karna chahiye, nahi karna chahiye, kuch samajh mein nahi aata
HM: Dekh, main koi salaah nahi dungi, faisla tera hi hai. Agar tujhe apne aap pe bharosa hai ki yeh sirf ek baar ki fantasy poori karne ke liye hai toh puch le Veyom se, par doubt hai toh mat kar
KS: Fantasy poori karne ke liye hi hai, meko bacche thodi paida karne hai iss umar mein
HM: Bilkul mat karna. Main tere bacche ki susu-potty saaf nahi karungi
KS: Ama bhak, kahan se kahan pohoch gayi tu
HM: Main toh bas bata rahi thi, baad mein baat se mukar na jaaye isliye
KS: Woh kaam tera hai. Kahan tu bol rahi thi kabhi boyfriend nahi banaungi aur abtak 3 baar boyfriend banake breakup bhi karli
Haseena was about to write a reply when the teacher called out hers and Karishma's name in a shrill voice.
T: And what do you think you're doing there, ladies?
HM: Oh- nothing, miss. Karishma was just asking for a pen.
T: Oh really? Then what's this about?! (snatching the piece of paper from HM)
She tried to read it, but all of it being written in Hindi, it made no sense to her. She made KarEena stand up and pushed the chit back in their hands, asking them to translate it and read it out loud. But Haseena smartly rubbed over the pencil with sweaty hands and smudged the writing. She looked at the teacher with an innocent face and apologized for not being able to read it.
T: I will be calling someone to explain this to me if I catch you two one more time, is that clear?
KarEena: Yes
T: You may sit down now
KS(muttering under her breath): Budhiya
T: What was that Miss Singh?
KS: Oh- uh...I just said thank you
T: Alright then, back to work class.
After what seemed like ages, the bell finally rang, dismissing them for lunch break. Karishma texted Veyom to meet her near the benches outside while everyone was in the cafeteria.
VS: Hey, what's up? (grabbing her hand)
KS: Uh- I wanted to ask you something
VS: You could have just texted me you know
KS: I would not take that risk. So...umm...I...Will you...I mean-
VS: Jaldi bolo na
KS(all in one breath): Do you wanna go to the relay with me?
VS: Are you asking me to hook up with you?
KS: Yeah...?
VS: Are you okay? Matlab tum pakka Karishma hi ho naa, koi adla-badli nahi ho gayi?
KS: Kyun, ladki nahi puch sakti kaa?
VS: Nahi woh matlab nahi tha mera-
KS: Toh kaa matlab tha phir? Haan? Tumko kaa lagta hai har baar ladka hi kadam uthayega aur ladki chup chap uski baat maanti rahegi? Ladki mein himmat nahi-
Veyom shut her up by placing a hand near her cheek and pulling her into a kiss. They kissed softly, calming the burning desires inside them. Karishma's heartbeat, that seemed faster than the speed of light, was finally slowing down. Veyom slowly broke the kiss and whispered a "yeah" before heading off to lunch. Karishma realized what she'd just done and blushed, rubbing her nape (Ragini style)
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Waiting for your response...
I might write a second part to this if the readers are fine with some mature content (it won't be that bad)
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