The New Boy (Ishman)

Chapter 10

Every time they came back to their rooms, no one would utter a word and get back to their chores and go to sleep.

Ishan was thinking about talking to him today. Although what he did today on the field during his batting practice, made him a bit angrier, but he did take care of his wrist.

'Should I say thank you...?'  Ishan thought and bit his lower lip.

He saw Shubman keeping his kit on the floor and went to freshen up towards the washroom.

'FUVK IT!!'  Ishan thought.

"Shubman...—" as soon as that name escaped from his mouth, Shubman turned around as if he was expecting it.

Ishan's voice got stuck in his throat.

Shubman frowned as he waited for the other to continue. Ishan gulped seeing the other's irritated face.

"T-thank y-y-you...for applying—"

Ishan was cut off.

"Keep your thanks to yourself!" Shubman almost spat out like poison.

Ishan's breath hitched as he heard the other's harsh tone at him. He started to breathe fast as slowly anger rose in him.

He saw Shubman continuing to walk towards the washroom. Ishan quickly ran and stood in front of him and stopped the other. Shubman frowned.

"S-Shubman! Stop!" Ishan said with slight anger in his voice.

Shubman raised his brows and looked down at him. Ishan too stared at him.

"Y-You treated m-me wrong on the field t-today! And you didn't e-even apologize!" Ishan almost yelled out quickly with an angry pout on his face.

Shubman rolled his eyes and sighed. He placed both hands on his hips and looked down at the shorter.

There was a long silence between them. Ishan was now confused whether he said the right thing or not. Did he offend the other too much? Will he be kicked out for misbehaving with his teammate...?

"Ishan?" Shubman said with a deep voice.

Ishan evidently slightly shook at that and stared up at him. He could see the colours of the taller's eyes changing from dark brown to almost black. He gulped.

"Are you a small girl?! You're in the fucking Indian Cricket Team! Wake the fuck up!" Shubman whisper yelled at him. Ishan slightly shifted back and blinked.

"And don't you dare to think that I took care of your wrist because I'm a kind person! I took care of it only because you're in my team and I have no other choice! Otherwise our team will falter!" Shubham spat out and pushed Ishan to the side by his face and went inside the washroom.

Ishan just stood there, dumbfounded.
He was indeed wrong to think that Shubman would ever care for him! He's indeed a burden for the taller.

.......

Shubman's POV:

Did I really say that?

Did I?

Yes I did...

I slowly turned on the shower and stood underneath it, letting the cold water rinse my whole body and close my eyes.

'S-Shubman...?'

I immediately jolted my eyes open.

Did I fucking see his face?! The fuck is wrong with me?! Did I fucking hear his voice in my head?!

I tried to focus and listen if he's really calling my name or I'm just imagining it.

No further voice.