A Rebel Without a Clue!

Please Give It To Me!!

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“Don’t worry yaar, she’ll give you your phone. The worst that can happen is she’ll take fine and nothing else.” Kshitij tried condoling Aarush. He was still in a faze state of mind.

“She’ll fuck me real bad before and after giving my phone. She has a very good position in this college.” He spoke in a weary tone.

“See, it’s just this semester that you’ll face her. You just have to show your fake tears to get your phone back. It isn’t that difficult.”

Kshitij remembered the time when Rishina had played a prank on him. He had had fake tears when he was standing before the teacher. His pocket also got very light that day.

“I’ll go and talk to her tomorrow.”

Aarush pulled up the blanket, covered himself and went into the world of dreams.

“Shut the door when you go out.” Still inside blanket, he voiced to Kshitij, who was leaving.

Kshitij waited for Zaid to come hostel as he was still attending classes. Meanwhile, he started tapping his feet to some good songs filling his ears. He was also stalking Rishina’s Facebook profile. He did that every time when he logged into his account.

The next morning a group of five students including Kshitij and Aarush were standing in front of their class room. The topic was obvious. Aarush’s mobile phone.

“Hey, go, there she is.” A guy from the group said, pointing towards staff room.

“No way. There would be lots of teachers inside.”

“At least give it a try. Just show her how desperate are you to get your phone back.” That guy spoke back.

Aarush started walking towards her. He rubbed his hands together, warming himself up, as if it was the battle of the best between them. He looked back and smiled and had this i-am-dead-now expression on his face.

She came outside as he reached near staff room. He walked behind her.

“Mam’” He sounded low and nervous.

“Yes!” She was quite high in her voice.

“Can I please get the phone mam’?” He sounded as if he was about to die and this one thing could make him alive.

“No! I won’t give your phone back!” She was still high in her voice and backfired him.

“Please mam’. I need it urgently. I am on medication. I need to call doctors.” Still holding a pleading voice, he acted well.

“Go and call from the medical room. You won’t get your phone back. I have my class now. Go!”

Turning his face back with a sulk expression covered on it, he started walking towards the class.

“What happened? What did she tell?” Kshitij asked when they sat down in the class.

“She won’t give me. I have an idea. I’ll go to police and tell them that my phone is lost and when they would start searching for it, it would be that devil teacher who has the phone.”

“Don’t ever do that! if police comes to college, she won’t be fucked you’ll be fucked. So don't even think about it.”

“The way she talked, didn’t seem that she is going to give my phone back.”