A Rebel Without a Clue!

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“Bhaiya, she gave me two choices. Either write an application to that dean that I was clicking a photograph in lab or pay 1000 bucks fine and get my phone back.” Aarush narrated the whole story to a senior.

“I guess paying fine is a better option. If you get in the lime lights of dean, won’t be good for future.”

“Either way am getting screwed by this teacher in future. If I write a letter, I’ll save 1000 bucks.”

“It’s not about money. If in future, you encounter with dean, it won’t do good for you. And this teacher isn’t going to interfere in your future semesters. So just go and pay 1000 bucks.”

Now after this advice from a senior, he was left with only one option. He borrowed 200 bucks from Zaid and 300 from Kshitij with a promise that he would return it back within two months.

After paying a wholesome amount of 1000 bucks, he got his phone back with an extra bit of advice from the teacher too. She told him not to bring cellphones to college next time.

He was overjoyed when he got his phone back.

“Congratulations buddy. You finally have your phone in your hand.” Kshitij was with him the whole time.

“Yeah and screwed thousand bucks too with it.”

“Let’s go out somewhere this Sunday. What say?”

“Yeah. I am ready. Ask Zaid.”

“We are planning to go out this Sunday. What say?” Kshitij asked Zaid.

“I can’t. It’s month end and no bank balance. I gave some of it to Aarush and now I’ve to keep the rest for six days.” Zaid turned down their plans.

“I’ll pay. You’re coming.”

“No I am not!”

“You can bring some beer bottles here. We’ll go next Sunday.” Zaid gave an idea to Kshitij.

“I’ll ask him.”

Finally they decided to bring beer bottles in hostel. Zaid, as usual was not going to drink. So he decided to buy some eatables and soft drink.

They opened bottles at two in night. When everyone went to sleep these two were gulping down beer. The bag contained total of eight bottles. Kshitij was down to three and Aarush had started his fourth. He was getting dizzy. His head was getting heavy. He could’ve uttered any truth at that moment. He was in his senses, but he was getting high.

Zaid taking advantage of the situation tried to play tell the truth game.

“Do you seriously like Rishina or you just want to enter her pants?” Zaid asked.

“I don’t know. I mean I never thought about that, I just wanted to know her as of now.”

Alcohol can really make you utter anything. Zaid was testing the same on Aarush.

“Actually I wanted to sleep with her when I first saw her. Man she was hot. Her curves are to die for. I sometimes wonder how she’d look like in her birthsuit.”

“So it’s not the heart connection. It’s the dick connection, right?”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

Zaid glanced towards Kshitij, who all the while was staring towards sky and not giving a damn about what Aarush just spoke.

“How you ever had heart connection? It means never wanted to sleep with her, but just wanted to talk and talk and talk.”