Infatuation

A Bish, a Hitch and a Glitch

"I wanna go hooome!" I say.

It's our zoology lecture now. And... although the subject is my favourite and Mr. Evans is a dear, I'm quite frankly dying to drown in some Baskin-Robbins while I starfish the hell out of my bed, binge-reading Percy Jackson, right about now.

One cheek each stuffed with red candy and the other with a lollipop 🍭,  Marie-Antoinette swivel their heads to me and say at the same time, "Are you okay?"

I swear  I get goosebumps and my chair shivers along with me.

Red lips, harmonious voices and perfect timing make for an extremely creepy  combination.

"She's fine." Nandu tells them, oblivious to M&A staring holes through her now.

"Get used to it." she says. "We have three more lectures to go. She'll be crying for home quite a few more times."

"Oh." they say together.

Nandu and I both shiver this time.

"Please don't do this to me." I say.

Hands folded and head bowed at their altar, I pray to the Eerie Goddesses to leave me alone.

"My poor heart can handle only one  traumatic experience per day. Please  speak one at a time. One. At. A. Time."

"OK."

"Alright."

"Thank Dumble --"

-- "Yeah, poor girl." Nandu sasses, interrupting me. 

"Leave Amay alone. She still has to see her 'superhero Krish' flocked by fangirls on the field as we're going home. Leave her heart intact for that." Nandu is smirking and trying not to laugh as she says this.

"You bish!!!" I'm angry now.

"Just wait and watch. Aphrodite is going to curse you for this! You'll rot in Hell while your soulmate is paired with someone in Heaven!!!" I say snarling at her.

I turn away to deprive Nandu of any chance to respond. 

I am so done  with her.

'Pay  attention to the class Amayaa.' I tell myself. 

'You're a pre-med student...currently in a zoology lecture and all...'

So I do focus.

And see, that Mr. Evans is trying; trying to engage us in the fabulous and eventful (his words not mine) journey of food through the alimentary canal.

'Well, as "interesting and eventful" the journey is', I say to myself, ''... it ends up flushed down the toilet anyways.'

'Bwa-ha-ha-ha 🤣🤣' goes my inner self, 'We're so smart', it says, and I snort at myself.

Ugh, that wasn't even funny; what am I --

"What are you oinking like a pig for?" Nandu asks me.

Yeah, that's about right.

Marie-Antoinette "oink like pigs" at her comment themselves.

I must justify myself though so I open my mouth to enlighten them with the lamest of the lamest joke to ever lame in my head when...

The door to the lecture hall is pushed open.

And...a few members of the student body start to pour in, one-by-one. 

Mike Remus, the PR guy, excuses himself and the rest of the members to a pissed-looking Mr. Evans. 

I sympathise with poor Mr. Evans lagging behind on portions, until...