Is He A She?!

How about you be the onion in my stew and I'll be your alarm clock?

Hello *waves frantically* Yep. You saw it right. I updated. Twice. In one day. Can I get a kiss? No? At least a hug? . . . No? *brushes of the disappointment* Okay. So the matter is you may see the word 'MESS HALL' in this chapter. Maybe you know the meaning but not most know this. It is just another word to describe the cafeteria or diner or whatever you call it.

Dedication to EmSlough since I love her 'Pillow talk pact' (now it's called Pillow talks). I read it when I was still a silent reader (sorry, Em) and till date, that story has the most realistic ending among all the books I've ever read (though it made me cry). If you haven't, try her stories!

That's it for now.

Enjoy reading ^_^

2020 A/N: I miss sounding this hyper ↑ :')

First posted: mid 2015 (?)
Status: <unedited>
<not proofread>

03
How about you be the onion in my stew and I'll be your alarm clock?

<unedited>

How the hell was I supposed to find the dining hall if I didn't want to converse with any of them?

I looked at the direction in which the majority of the boys where going. It was dinner time so they would be going to the dining hall right? Right?

I looked back and forth at the two corridors that forked from the corridor which had my room. And when I saw that both the corridors had almost equal number of boarders taking it, I wanted to punch a whole on the nearest wall.

Normally I was a very calm, composed girl who didn't get angry unless absolutely necessary. But right after I stepped into this school, my temper has skyrocketed past the stratosphere and I don't even know why! I'm constantly irritated and I seriously want to scream at the top of my voice to let out this frustration. And let me tell you again, I don't have a freaking clue as to why I feel like this.

Maybe it's the Testosterone oozing in this Testoster-zone.

Uthra, take a deep breath.

A deep breath.

A deeeeeep breath.

Yeah, like that. You're doing great. Keep it up.

You are calm.

You are very calm.

Like the Buddha.

Yep calm lik—

Argh screw it! I wasn't calm! I was no where near calm. Okay? Okay?

I stomped my foot as I pulled at the tips of my hair, groaning loudly. In the middle of a corridor. In front of twenty percent of the dorm's population.

Sweet.

"Did we hire a one man circus here?" A voice with an annoying drawl asked to my left.

I glanced there to find the other guy from the Dorm Head's room. What was his name again? Karan... I guess.

He smirked at me and in return, I gave my deadliest glare.

I felt a weight on my shoulder and turned to my right to see the dorm head.

"What do you want?" I barked at him and he gave me an amused grin.

"Well hello to you too," HHrithik the Dorm Head, said cheerfully but I just stared at him point blank.