THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE

Chapter 7

Hey guys! I am really very sorry for such a long gap. Here is the next chapter. Also many people are asking me if Miles finding out Laine is a genius is the big secret. It's not. There are still a lot of twists and turns coming up. So I hope you enjoy reading this chapter. Vote, comment, read its upto you.

Thank you!

LAINE POV

7 years ago

Everything was dreary. My head was pounding. The professor was blabbering something about linguistics. My eyes felt as if there was 100 kilos of cement back on them. yes! I am so hung-over that I said 100 KILOS. Great now I am using Canadian measures to describe weight. Never ever get drunk the day before especially if you have a linguistics class the next day. You will regret it because you will want to die rather than hear about phonetic acoustics. It just sucks. Let it not be said that I didn't warn you. Coming back to the class, Mr. Walters was droning on and on and on. I am praying to the lords of bells! Oh lord of bells! Where art thou? And when is the fucking bell going to go off!!

Tring.... Tring...

Oh thank god! the Lord does exist. The bell rang just now. I immediately start packing my things. I can't wait to get the fuck out of here. When I reach the exit someone holds me by the sleeve of my t-shirt and yanks me back. I turn around ready to yell at the fucker who yanked me. I turn around but before I open my mouth my pain-in-the-ass partner starts speaking (more like spitting. I swear every time he talks it like he is spewing out oceans of spit! Bloody bastard)

"Hey Laine ummm.... Yeah...ummm listen we... we have a presentation now in the next class. I just wanted to remind you."

Of course I knew there was presentation. I knew everything. More so than the foolish teachers who taught me here. It was good to challenge (read piss them off) them sometimes. And the way they reacted when they learnt that there were people in the world who knew stuff much more and way better than they did. Boy it was hilarious. Ah! Good times! They especially hated it when I, the bad girl (supposedly) of the college topped every one of their courses. They just couldn't do anything but shut their mouths and tolerate me. And that just made it more fun. So while I was being nostalgic the spitter here was still spitting. So I decided to return back to the conversation.

".....so you know I have covered most of it. It would be good if you could just read... just glance at it you know?"

"Oh! Oh! Can't we postpone it or something? Till tomorrow?"

"No! actually today is the last day for the presentation."

"What is the topic again?"

"Is young adult literature changing the face of romanticism in today's day?"

"Oh! Right. That's a shitty topic first of all. And second of all we are not going to be presenting it today. We will do it tomorrow ok?"

"But...but...Laine we have to do it today, professor specifically said no excuses."

"Can't you say your partner is sick or something?"

"Ummm...I...I could but he won't believe me."

"Oh! And why is that?

"Because he knows you! are my partner."

"Oh and by the emphasis on you, you are emphasizing that since I am the uni's acknowledged bad girl, he will not excuse you?"

The spitter didn't reply. Just stared at the ground. So I said, " That's the point you know. He won't say anything because he was the one who partenered you with me inspite of violent protests from your side. So it's his fault if you get affected because of my behaviour. Don't worry he won't fail you because of me. Its his responsibility that he doesn't."