Bound by Fate | [✓]

5. First Again

School had never not been entertaining for me. It was fun. Academically it was a breeze. Well that is a lie. I did have a worthy opponent to make things hard for me.

We had our mid terms just before Dussera break and today we were going to get the results. It was a lot of hard work for the satisfaction of a little banter with good old miss perfect.
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It had been a whole of two days after the whole fiasco with Evara Acharya and it was the most restless two days of my life. For no other reason than the good old fact that she had gotten on every last nerve of mine. More so than usual but why should I be the only one to suffer.
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Tit for tat.
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I believe in it. I fucking stand by it. I am the kind of person who is so calm usually that people walk up to me spill their mind and soul for peace. But Evara's way of spilling her mind is not my idea of cool, calm and collected.
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She sets fire to my water. And it feels like there is a layer of oil over it because her fire burns even on top of my water. With burning passion. Leaving everything to dust and ash.
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It all started when we were thirteen and she shifted to Mumbai from Jaipur. Her family l wanted to set up their business in Mumbai and strengthen it. So, dear dear miss scholar. Evara had to transfer schools. And on the first day of meeting me. She decided that she will hate me with burning passion.
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"Hey! There darling. Welcome to Vidya International School. If you need anything feel free to call me." I smiled at her. And she glared. "I am not interested in twats and brainless flirts such as yourself." She told me while looking at me like she wanted to burn me alive and ship my ashes to hell personally.

She was pretty intimidating for a mere thirteen year old girl. Short, petite, wheatish skin tone that glowed under the sun. And lush, soft wavy dark brown hair that had been held in a high ponytail. A few strands of hair fell on her face. Framing it naturally almost trying to make her look imperfect. Unlike the other girls who take it out purposely to amplify their beauty. And those brown mahogany eyes. She was beautiful.

The light baby fat in her cheeks made her appear youthful but the rage in her eyes was the most entertaining part of her.
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I clear my throat snapping out of my reverie trying to speak as clearly and crisply as I could. "Darling, you are right. I am a flirt. But I am anything but brainless. You will see." I told smoothly. While taking back my right hand. She hadn't accepted my handshake. So,comrade was out of the question.

"I will see nothing. A person shallow as you is not worth seeing. Much less spending my time even thinking about." She answered looking back into her textbook. She blatantly disregarded me. And that dented my already bruised ego. "Prepare to be marvelled, darling." I said while shoving my hands into my pant pockets and winking at her.

I could feel her blazing stare at my back as I whistled my way back to my seat.
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"And the first topper of the for grade eight is, Atharva Roy!" I heard hooting all around me and the assembly applauded loudly. Aadvik gave me a tight hug and I walked out of my seat.
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My heart beat. It felt alive. As I reached midway through the hall my eyes fell upon a certain someone. More like a certain girl. The said girl was looking up at the ceiling. She was the only one that had not applauded in the whole auditorium.