What after That?

Ch 3.

This was time to get enroll for the subjects you will be studying next two years. Yes the streams which going to separate many of friends.
Although we say that nothings gonna change but remember always
A change always cause another change...

Yeah it was for good but what about those friend circles that are about to get broke.

The long queses can be seen infront of administration room. Two desk were open for form filling. Students in line were chattering like there isn't any tomorrow. Who you are kidding to they are seeing each other after 3 fucking months.

So definitely they have so much to talk about. Ishan was also standing there in the row waiting for his turn. Fortunately this time there was Yashaswi standing just behind him. He was glad to talk with him and not feel awkward.

" so.. what are you choosing? " Ishan asked moving the form up and down to get some air.

" I guess pcb... I can't do maths.. " he said with a nervous smile rubbing his nape.

" OH that's great.. Biology attracts me as well.. " he said excitedly.

" and what about you? "

" hum to Pcmb le raha hu.. just in case.. "
He said with a chuckle. Yashaswi looked at him with a unreadable expression.

He always do overthinking. But he is the sweetest..

Finally, Ishan reached the desk, standing in front of his desk teacher. Simultaneously, the teacher at the desk beside his announced, "11th A."

Ishan’s desk teacher echoed, "11th A."

His heart skipped a beat as he turned to see who had been assigned the same class. His eyes widened in shock and then narrowed in anger as he saw Shubman, standing there. Shubman, only a year younger but just as much of a rival, stared back at him with equal disbelief.

Shubman calling Ishan "chhotu," this echoed in his brain again.... a nickname that had instantly grated on his nerves.

Ishan's fists clenched at his sides, his teeth gritted as he tried to process the idea of spending the next year in the same class as Shubman. He could feel his pulse quicken, anger and frustration bubbling up inside him.

Shubman, on the other hand, seemed just as shocked. His eyes met Ishan’s, and for a moment, they were both frozen in place. Shubman’s usual smug expression was replaced with one of confusion and reluctant acceptance.

Neither of them said a word. The silence was louder than any argument they had ever had. The bustling noise of other students faded into the background, and for a brief second, it was just the two of them, locked in a silent battle of wills.

Ishan finally broke eye contact, turning sharply on his heel and marching away from the desk. He could feel Shubman’s gaze burning into his back as he walked, his mind racing with thoughts of how to survive the next year with his enemy so close. Well enemy ? Yeah enemy...

As he joined the flow of students moving towards their new classrooms, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that next two years were going to be anything but ordinary.

On the other side, Shubman's best friend Abhishek looked distraught as he received his class assignment. "11th B," his desk teacher had said. Abhishek had chosen Commerce, as had his crush, Simran. They had both been placed in 11th B, leaving Shubman alone in 11th A with the Science stream.

Abhishek caught Shubman’s eye and gave him a sympathetic look, mouthing, "Sorry, bro." Shubman forced a small smile, though inside he felt a pang of disappointment. He had been looking forward to spending the next two years with his best friend and perhaps even playing matchmaker for Abhishek and Simran.