LUCID DREAM! #EAH watty awards 2016

Chapter 2: Stomach ache

It was the loud gale of school bell that brought the old adage, "time is the most valuable thing one can spend", to my mind. I blinked my eyes remembering that it was professor Mehta's hour of turmoil. Oh God! He had given a project on Eddy current and I was sure, Aryaman would have forgotten.

Should I tell him? What if he ditches the class leaving me alone? Huff oh! Nandini....... You are acting selfish. You can't let him whine infront of whole class!
"Ah.....Aryaman..?"I doubted. "Yeah nandu?" His eyebrows raised. "Aryaman, you remember, that prof: Mehta had given a project last week?..."
"On Eddy's. Right?"
"Yeah!" He did remember and I was surprised. Did he change his 'I'm not going to study at all' mind?

"Well, I didn't do it" he cleared my fallacy. "So, are you going to bunk the class" I yenned to hear a 'no'. "Hmm...that I have to think!" he made a thoughtful face for which I heaved a sigh.

The class was full of blabberings when we slouched to our seats. Aryaman and I shared one bench.

As we flopped to the bench, the class became silent. Why wouldn't? After all, we were the famous bullies of school! I rolled my eyes at the whole class and everyone buckled to their seats.

I glanced at Aryaman. He waded through my project and grimaced. "What?" I clamoured for the ground. "no..I mean...how you do this!" He plunged the papers on the desk and was again making faces. What was he saying!
"I do WHAT??" I gave him a confused look. "How do you write all these washy things? It takes so much time, doesn't it? Nandu... how can you mug upon studies like this? You are my best friend and then, always score maximum in exams! Don't you think its bizarre? I mean, worst and best students being friends?" he hazarded.

I giggled at his hesitation. It was true that I was good in studies. But I wasn't a geek though and never mugged. "Ah...are you done? I think it's enough for one day. Now just shut your mouth and find some excuse to fob the professor or he would call you names before whole class" I grumbled. "Oh. OK ok ... Cool...now breath" he zipped his mouth and turned his face with that same twisted mouth. I curbed a sly laugh.

Ritika, sassy girl of class walked to our seat. Actually, she was wobbling towards Aryaman.

Oh! where is this professor. It had been five minutes since the bell rang and still, he was not in the class. Now I would have to brook this witchcraft!

She put on her bewitching smile and faced Aryaman. He never liked Ritika's sort of girls. But he loved to muck of with them. He eyed me sheepishly as if weeping for my may. I shook my head in disgust. But it seemed like he didn't notice.

"Hi Aryaman. happy b'day." she was so close to his seat and I felt like murdering her. "Oh thanks" he gave his charming smile, acknowledging. "ah..this is a small gift for the special b'day boy" she took out a small colourfully wrapped box and gave him. Uff! bitch and her flatteries "Oh! That's so sweet of youu..." He drawled. She ruffled his hair and I frowned.

Uh! He didn't want gift from me. But it was sweet when other girls gifted him. Aryaman.......ah!

I twiddled my pen in solicitude.
It's weird when the attention we wanted from some people get dispensed among the ones who need it least.
I decided to ignore their flirts and wags and started scribbling patterns on the cover of text book.

Professor Mehta entered the class, ten long minutes after the bell rang. What a punctual teacher. Is this for what he gets paid monthly!
Finally, Ritika left from Aryaman's under and I let out a tranquil sigh.
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Since the class had started, it was the fifteenth time, Aryaman was nudging me. He kept squeezing my hand and I badly wanted to knock his head. "What?" I glared at him. "I want to get out from here now and you are going to help me!"
"wh...what? Have you gone insane!" I blinked my eyes in disbelief.