Reckless Rival : An Indian college romance

Chapter 11

The following morning, Nami woke up to loud banging on her door. She had barely slept a couple of hours after all the high drama in the middle of the night. She sleep-walked to her door and unlocked it to find Ramya about to lose her mind.

"You will not believe what happened last night?" Ramya always had something fun and exciting to share from the gatherings she attended.

"What?" Her head felt heavy.

"Varun's powder blue fancy car got egged." Ramya let out a shriek of joy, and Nami's back stiffened. She was too angry to process the outcome of her actions. Her heart thudded with sudden fear, wondering how everyone in the campus was handling it.

"What are you talking about?" She didn't want anyone else to know, especially her cousin and roommate. "Did you check on Vasavi?"

"She is up and was the one who called to tell me about the massacre on the asshole's car." Ramya laughed, following Nami to Vasavi's room.

Nami knocked and waited for Vasavi to respond. It had been two days since her roommate came home with bruises on her face and a broken lip. She had not stepped out of the housing unit from the time the car incident happened between her and Varun.

The car-obsessed asshole.

She could only smile, looking at how happy Vasavi looked despite the leftover bruising on her face. Varun had pushed her around for accidentally scratching his car—a hairline one that was barely visible.

"I know it's mean, but I would kill to see the expression on his face when he found the dried- up egg on his bonnet." Vasavi laughed.

Ramya sat next to Vasavi on the bed, gently hugging her. "He deserves it. Whoever did it is just super cool."

Nami was starting to get weighed down by guilt. End of the day, the person who hurt her new friend was also a student. It outraged her that the guy hurt the girl he liked over a mere scratch. "Whatever happened is behind us." She looked at Vasavi. "Are you feeling okay to go to class today?"

"Yes." She giggled and added, "I get to see Varun's face too. If he is not moping in his room, crying over his car."

Ramya scrunched her nose. "What's the big deal? It's egg... he can get it washed. Maybe some extra clean-up to get rid of the smell."

Vasavi shook her head. "No. Eggs are dangerous. Literally, in a few hours, the yolk eats into the paint and destroys it permanently. Leaves a mark."

Ramya's jaw dropped. "Like how bird poop leaves the icky stain?"

"Exactly." Vasavi high-fived Ramya.

Nami could not get herself to listen to the excited conversation anymore. Irrespective of how much she rationalized her behavior, she felt bad for her actions and told herself to never act under duress again. It had to be the first and last time. Ever.

In that moment, she remembered the deal she made with her arrogant rival. "I got to go." Her mind was reeling with ways not to have to deal with him. Of all the thousands of students on the campus, why did it have to be him who caught her?

Her eyes fell on the vintage watch she still had on her wrist. It amazed her when he noticed it on her when they went on a date. And for him to know it was her when he saw it last night and place her just blew her mind.

Why the heck did he even take a video? She paused as the thought passed through her. If only she could get the video deleted, there would be no evidence. She made sure not to be caught in any other security cameras.