The bus ride from the railway station to the school, where we were going to stay for two weeks was silent, as everyone was tired to even move a muscle.
The school was huge, unlike other GK schools. We took a quick tour of the front section of the school, before going to the front desk with our ma'am, to register our group.
Immediately another teacher separated the girls and the boys. She then gave me a key to our room and told us to make ourself comfortable. It was sad that our room won't be close to those of the guys', but we couldn't do anything.
I opened the door of the classroom, which was assigned to us, to see that a few benches were shifted to the side, while the others were probably taken to the warehouse.
The classroom was huge and 6 mattresses were spread on the ground. I was glad that we 4 girls would be together with our ma'am and our choreographer.
We freshened up after arranging our bags over the benches at the back and then went downstairs to call the boys for a quick practice.
"Wow! This school is even better than ours. And did you see the auditorium where we are going to perform? My god! It's so huge!" Bhakti said cheerfully.
I nodded in reply and smiled at her enthusiasm.
Suddenly out of nowhere, I felt a push on my side. I grabbed the shirt of the person who was pushing me and we both landed, with a thud, on the ground. My back hit the cold floor and made a loud voice. But that was not the only noise, I felt my heart thudding loudly when I saw the position we were in. Déjà vu crept in as I remembered the incident with Hrihan, which happened a few weeks ago.
Why do I exactly get the things which I hate the most ? There was I, again having a cliché moment. I was sure that the guy was going to be the Francisco Lachowski part two.
I looked up to see the guy, who was resting 'oh so comfortably' on my body. He had light brown eyes which had gold speckles towards the end and a well-defined jaw. He had brown hair with blonde highlights in the side. He had a muscular body which I could definitely feel on my stomach. Yep ! Definitely Francisco part two.
I was dead right! Wasn't I ?
I have a great future as an astrologer.
Bhakti cleared her throat, which gave an abrupt end to my chain of thoughts, and I quickly shoved the guy to the side and got up.
"Won't you help me babe?" the duplicate Francisco said, and extended both his arms out to me and put on an innocent pouty face. I instantly got the urge to grab his cheeks and to press my lips on his perfect pout.
I flung away the stupid thoughts from my mind, when I saw him getting up.
"Sorry, but I am not sorry babe. It was pleasure to be in such a comfortable position with a gorgeous lady like you. Care to practice this alone next time? " he said while smirking at me and then gave Bhakti a disgusted look.
"Excuse me mister I-am-hot-and-I-know-it , but we are late for our dance practice. Could you save your pervy thoughts for someone else? Because frankly we don't give a fuck," Bhakti replied with equal disgust in her voice.
I could clearly see the anger rushing to her face while she folded her arms and was ready to snap at the duplicate Francisco.
"I was just trying to be polite. But you just crossed your limits dear," he said and narrowed down his eyes on Bhakti.
"Alright... Let's settle this on stage tomorrow." Bhakti challenged him.
"Awhh! Do you want to lose? Because our team is the best over here," he replied in a cute baby like voice.
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Breaking Fairy Tales !
Teen FictionRhea Menon, the perfect girl with a perfect life. She is the queen bee of her school, but surprisingly she isn't a cheerleader or a sport's captain. Rhea is a nerd. She is a typical bookworm and also holds interest in dancing and reading. She has a...