The Rivals (Rewriting)

Shot-5

Rishabh huffed as he settled down on his soft bed with a can of coke and his tablet. He made sure all the rooms of his mansion were free of any fornicating couples after the hardcore party.

He was dead tired after chasing out a few half-naked adamant kids who weren't in the mood to get up. The clock stroke three when he was done helping the attendants clean the mess those jerks made of their mansion. He felt disgusted after the entire ordeal and sighed heavily once the bubbly water slid down his throat.

'I saved your ass today, better pay me back before graduation for all the troubles I have to endure because of you.' He smiled looking at the message on his phone from his best friend. Dhruv must have had pushed the majority of the kids out of the mansion after getting a hint of his mother's arrival. Dhruv was a life-saver!

Only if that jerk Aakash hadn't compelled him to throw a party on his expense after Rishabh had shamefully lost the inter-school basketball match for the very first time, he wouldn't have been in that situation. He frowned as the incident flashed in front of him.

Rishabh wasn't a guy yet acquainted with the prospect of defeat. The basketball match trophy was in his fist for the last four years. The new admission kiddo, Aakash, had the sniding audacity of challenging him for that. The trophy slid off his hands by some filthy tactic of Aakash. He was sure of Aakash's involvement in his defeat as Rishabh had often caught the guy trespassing on their field since the practice sessions began. Rishabh was baffled when the other team seemed to know the exact tricks they were supposed to use. He had wondered why the opponent team was so harsh in their play during the game. It was all Aakash's conspiracy. That snarky spawn perhaps did sell their gameplay to the other team. And had the balls to walk into Rishabh Rathore's mansion to collect the compensation that night! What puzzled him was why would the jerk go to that extent of destroying Rishabh's reputation when they barely had any previous connection.

Rishabh balled his palm as the day of his defeat flashed in front of him. That creepy expression etched on Aakash's stupid face, while asking for the reward for winning the bet made his blood boil. Oh how his palm was itching to punch that perky nose off his creepy face!

Rishabh Singh Rathore never loses! He smirked, oathing to make that snake repent for this before they graduate.

He recalled all the incidents of the evening lying down on his stomach, on that round cozy bed of his. The way he arranged the party, got a few of the students of his class (including that jerk Aakash just to show that Rishabh Rathore was a man of his words) which eventually led the bigger student horde of St. Louis into his mansion. For God's sake, he was seeing some of the faces for the first time! How he and his friends toiled to keep the alcohol away from the underaged kids. How irritating it was not being able to go pee amidst the crowd in his own freaking house! Dhruv was on his toes, restraining Rishabh from throwing the kids out then and there. How that Aakash kept on smirking at him! How he bit back the urge of punching his face! How that hot chick from the other section kept hitting on him. Initially his mood was overpowered with all the anger. He didn't react to her advances but the way that girl literally ground against him whenever she got a chance made him reconsider. She was practically all over him the whole while they were on the dance floor, whispering seductive remarks into his ears. What more could possibly go wrong if he just made out with her when the situation was already wrecked? The girl was willing and he was bored and that would probably help distract him from all the chaos for a few minutes. It was a win-win for them both! Besides he'd finally get rid of his lip virginity with someone he had no strings attached to and who'd not pester him afterwards. He was way too busy for a relationship anyway. How he brought that girl up to his room and ended up blowing his mind out while making out with...