Academic Rivals Don't Fuck (BxB) [CURRENTLY REWRITING]

6. Soft Day - E

Jeene Laga Hoon - Atif Aslam, Shreya Goshal, Sachin-Jigar

(I included Bollywood songs as well because Karthik is Indian)

I just stood there and watched Karthik leave the classroom, horrified. What had I done? I made him cry. I never imagined him to be someone that cries easily, let alone in front of others. 

But he cried. In front of me. Because of me. 

Did I cross the line? But he initiated it? That still doesn't mean I shouldn't stop when he tells me to.

But I was so blinded by lust that I didn't see his face show discomfort, or the tears that welled up in his eyes. I saw that after he had pushed me away. I genuinely had not heard him when he told me to wait. 

I felt feelings I hadn't felt in ages; guilt, shame and regret.

Why was I worked up over just a guy? And that too the most arrogant and cold one?

His face, though. He looked genuinely scared, terrified even. I wanted to apologise to him, make it up to him if a sorry wasn't enough.

I just wanted that boy to not look at me with hatred. I wanted to see something else in his eyes. The look that I saw in the library the other day. I coudln't explain what it was. Was it comfort? Attraction? Something in between.

Something a bit deeper and more meaningful. 

I rubbed my hands over my face as I sighed.

I've messed up.

And I made a decision that the person I was a few days ago never would've made– go and fix my mistake.

***

"What do you mean he has a house off campus?" I asked the teacher, my eyebrows furrowed together. "He had it before he started school and never sold it." Mrs. Oakley said as he pressed keys on her laptop.

"Why does he live on-campus then?" I asked. "It seems he wanted to be closer and save time in order to study." She eyed me through her thick glasses. "Are we done here?" She asked, no hint of kindness sin her voice.

"Well, yeah. I'll let my dad know what a wonderful mentor you are, Mrs. Oakley." I flashed a smile before getting up to leave.

It was against the cchool rules to give out personally information about he students there. But there is nothing that I want that I can't have. I'm a Dickinson after all.

My parents were known nationwide for owning the most successful company. To only that, people were also scared of my dad. He used to be an underground king but left that job once he married my mother. My mother wanted safety for her kids and didn't want their father to be involved in crimes.

He left his bad habits but the fear never left the American residents minds. Naturally, our family got everything they wanted. Let it be legal or not, if the Dickinsons wanted it, they got it.

I never really had to use my surname for many things earlier, until Karhtik walked into my life.he was so closed off and cold that I just wanted to break in through his built up walls. The curiousity got the best of me and I started using my name for my advantage.

I never regretted it, though.

Mrs. Oakley did tell me his address, but if I just show up to his house he might file a report against me, or maybe even kill me. Who knows?

"Yo, David!" I stopped him in the hallway. "Could I have Karthiks number?" I asked, the politest smile on my face. To be honest, I didn't like David that much, but the things you gotta do to get something in return.