The Rivals (Rewriting)

Shot-8

The sun rays scattered throughout the tiny room of Sanvi, making her scrunch her nose in sleep and turn away in order to avoid the disturbance caused by the light.

*beep beep*

She turned to get a hold of the alarm clock, ticking its way, to half past seven.

*beep beep*

Wriggling her hands on the side table, she attempted to shut that buzzing little disturber of hers. With her eyes still closed, finding no other option to shut it up, she threw the alarm clock away in some sad corner of the room and it stopped buzzing that instant.

Huffing a sigh, she dunked her head into her warm comfortable pillow and the next second she was reminded of the shenanigans of the other night. She sprang upright on her bed with a jolt.

"Damn!" She groaned annoyingly gazing the wall clock which indicated her time for school in the next half hour.

~Sanvi's POV~

As I recollected the incidents of the previous night, I couldn't help but feel a sharp cringe in the pit of my stomach. My neck warmed up at the thought of having lost my first kiss to that jerk.

Regardless of what he said, he might have kissed other people with that filthy mouth but it was my first kiss. It was supposed to be special. And I shouldn't have had to feel so weird about it as I did then. The kiss in its essence was good but I had too great an ego to admit it to myself.

Okay, it was mind-numbingly pleasurable but the person, not so much.

Rishabh Singh Rathore.

The name would have previously made me scowl but right then, all I could picture was his glorious body glistening in the moonlight and his rosy lips and his flirty gaze that had made me shiver countless times last night and...

I patted my cheeks hard, as the thought of meeting his gaze again made me extremely nervous for some reason. My stomach churned and I felt giddy all of a sudden.

"No, no! I need to keep away from him.. Yes, I'll avoid him for the rest of the year and keep my head down in every form of activity that might include him!" I tried to convince myself thoroughly but deep down I knew that it was practically impossible to not cross paths with the genius brat and make a terrible nervy joke out of myself in the very last year of school. I wanted to stay quietly but the proposition seemed far from reality right then.

Shoving off the thoughts, I got up from my bed as my mom entered the room.

"Sanvi?!" My Mom's shriek made me turn towards her in a jerk.

What, what now?

"What mom?!" I tried sounding as normal as I could, gazing upon the mirror and tying my tresses into a messy bun.

"Whose clothes are you wearing?" Mom bellowed. And that is when I remembered my idiocy.

I had forgotten to change after coming back. I was so sleepy that I wanted to simply crash down on the bed and wish for the covers to engulf me into the land of nothingness.

I groaned internally, kicking myself in my mind.

"I am asking you something.." Mom narrowed her eyes at me.

"Um..Maa..." I had never lied to my Mother before. I just didn't have to, owing to my own closed off nature.

Right then, I forced my brain to weave up a story within seconds and I sputtered out the first and foremost name that crossed my mind and that actually had, in the first place, landed me in that messy situation.