"Can you move?" I spoke to the guy bedside whom I was supposed to sit.
My body ran still as that guy drew his face up, damn, he was randhir, looking at me with a vicious gaze.
"Are you not done yet?" he whispered mockingly.
"Excuse me?" I gasped.
He diced his flicks and dug his face back in some batman comic strip.
"Move." I placed my bag in that little space available next to him and gave it a hard shift.
"Have you gone crazy?" randhir sulked as his comic strip fell and I smiled under sadistic pleasure.
"Pick it up." he pointed at his comic after I settled next to him.
"I won't." I haughtily pressed a smirk.
"Alright.'' he narrowed his ivory eyes and before I would drown them into mine I saw my pouch experiencing a free-fall, all thanks to randhir.
"You asshole!" my eyebrows furrowed and he let out an evil chuckle.
"Equal score." he spoke while I glared at him.
We both bent down to pick our respective stuff and it resulted into a major crash up.
"Ouch." I rubbed my forehead.
"Nice view." he smirked staring at my chest, making me conscious all of a sudden.
"Jerk." I muttered and sat upright, while my bowels tumbled in nervousness.
Don't be so nervous you harebrained, I really am not interested." he spoke as he surfed through his phone.
My eyes flickered in wrath, who the hell do you think you're huh?" my palms took a charge of his crisp shirt.
He looked up from his phone, a bit astonished and then relaxed upon his usual signature smirk.
"I spare you." he befanged my arms.
I wanted a chance to quiet his tongue but our professor marched in.
"You guys would be partners for this project." he handed us a form that gave details about it.
"No." we both sang in unison but gulped a yes as the professor murderously glared at us.
