This Time, Her Turn [Completed]

Chapter 20

Sitting inside his cabin, Ramit could see everything that was going on through the glass. They were definitely talking about the failed negotiation. Emma seemed to be blaming Geetha for his incompetence. In turn, Geetha said something. Of the people he knew, Geetha was the best at forcing people into making the weirdest faces. Looking at the expressions of the people standing around, it seemed she did it again. He leaned on his desk.

He sat up straight after 10 minutes. He thought she'd barge in but somehow everything was peaceful. He knew he had little control over his words when he was upset. He also did things without much thought.

He soon wrote out an email summarising the meeting and asked Veeru to explain it to them. He was in no mood to work on anything new.

When it was time for lunch, he spun his phone. Should he call her or text her? After spinning it around another 5 times, he decided to not do anything at all.

During the afternoon he did not see her around.

He hesitated at first but decided to ask. He walked up to Veeru's table, which was right outside his office. "Where is Geetha?"

"She left... right after..." Veeru did not know what to call the fiasco. A fight? An argument? He did not have to think much though, since Ramit nodded.

He left the office too. He called up Abhay, his friend. They met after his accident once, and that was just a week ago. The main agenda had been to help him think clearly. It was the same this time too.

Abhay was Ramit's go to person.

It was the same for Abhay. Ramit was the oldest friend he still kept close with.

It all started when they were in 2nd grade. Abhay had a mole over his lips. To say he was the most beautiful in the whole class would not be enough. He was taller than most and had a fair complexion. Everything added to his beauty. He was the perfect target for bullies and the object of jealousy for all the little girls united. It had been that way for a long time, starting from primary school until he hit puberty.

No one played with him and if he ever ate a cake someone would come over and call him a girl and laugh at him. If he stood up for himself, he was able to look down at his heavy bully, but being lean, he knew he would get beaten up. When he complained to the teacher, the bully and his friends would change the story. He was an innocent young boy, unable to fight with words.

It was during that time, when the fat guy stomped his lunch on the 3rd day in a row, that a guy ran over and pushed the bully off. The guy was just an inch shorter than him. He was lean, just like him. That afternoon, both of them ended up with bruises on their tender arms. The boy's interference angered the bullies and they turned violent, for the first time. Finally, while the two were sent to the infirmary, the teacher punished the bullies.

There they got to know each other. Ramit was in the same class but in a different section. Through the rest of his 2nd grade, isolation only worsened and the next year he asked his parent's to talk to the teacher to put him in the same section as Ramit.

Since then, they had been deskmates until they passed out of school. Of course the new classmates were not all welcoming to him, but they all liked Ramit, who would give any of them his notes at the first request. It did not take much time for things to change. Now that he had one friend, his natural outgoing self came to the forefront. As years rolled by, he became the one to introduce his new friends to Ramit. They had also become so talkative that after many complaints from other teachers, their class teacher decided to throw the two to a corner so that the rest of the class was undisturbed.

The teacher knew that making them sit apart would only have crumpled papers flying across the classroom. Throwing them out of the class was also not an option. While Ramit showed some guilt and took the punishment, Abhay would sneak their phones out of their bags while he shouted at them and would drag Ramit to some empty room in the building to play games. That boy was not notorious for nothing!