I stepped on the bus while dragging my suitcase behind me. It took me few blinks for my part and few winks from Vidushi's part to realise that all the seats in our mini bus were already taken and the only one which remained to accommodate me was next to Randhir (oh how predictable my life was). I huffed in irritation(fake of course) and squeezed my body through the congested seats whilst stepping on Parth's protruded feet, making him yelp horrendously; banging my head against Vidushi's while ducking Aryan's bag which was hanging from the bunker; elbowing Sanaya while she was applying lipstick(which did NOT give me a good reaction from her though. She looked like Joker with that smeared lipstick then). Seriously, Father could have at least arranged a bigger bus for us since it was evident that I that the muscly jocks of our school would gobble up most of the space. When I reached my destination, I noticed that Randhir had already occupied the window seat-that brat! I huffed, pushing my bag on the bunker and slammed my bums on the seat next to him. All those time, he didn't even look up for once. He had his earphones plugged in and was busy looking outside. He seemed to be in a daze with his eyebrows crooked. I was instantly curious of what he was thinking so deeply that he even missed the commotion around him a while before. Was he tensed for the championship? Well then at least I wouldn't be the only one stressing amidst the overly calm and composed group.
I shook my head and darted my gaze towards the new person who climbed the bus just then. Mr Mehra walked in with his heavy protuberant belly while balancing his bag on his shoulder and the huge pile of papers in his hands. He had a scowl on his face and it completely interpreted that he wasn't really excited for tagging along with us.
"Here are your do's and don'ts including the instruction slips.. though I know y'all won't even bother to read them but still the person who feels even a tad bit compassionate towards your school, do read it until we reach St Peter's .." He slammed the slips on Parth's hand and moved over to plant his bum on the seat next to the driver. I immediately scooted up and grabbed two sheets from Parth's hand. Aryan scoffed at that and pushed Tanya from his seat to get up. Nonetheless, he grabbed his sheet too. I looked over at Tanya who seemed to be highly tormented by Aryan. Oh poor girl! What could she even do when Aryan was such a jackass?
"Here.." I placed one sheet on Randhir's lap, who still was sitting in the same position. What was wrong with him? Getting no response from him, I sighed and tugged at his earphones which flung away from his ears with a jolt. He was immediately brought back to the earth by that. As he gazed at me, I heard him gasp finding my face so close to him.
"What?" He spat as if I had killed his pet rabbit or something. Randhir with a pet rabbit―the thought had me go rofl in my mind.
"Read that.." I pursed my lips and pointed towards the sheet on his lap and started reading mine.
The driver started the bus and soon we were on our most awaited journey to St. Peter's.
So the whole sheet rambled about how we were supposed to behave ourselves during our one week long stay there. Woah, it even stated our living arrangements. Basically there were separate dorms for boys and girls and we were to accommodate there. The main championship would begin the day after and there was some welcome party or something that evening. All the groups were to be present there and the teachers in charge too. I wondered if Vidushi was talking about that party but the mention of the party to be held in the school campus, cleared my doubt. That would have been safer and tolerable . I thought and moved my gaze over to Randhir who was still reading the sheet.
"Do you know anything about a certain party at someone's house in the school we're going to?" I quirked a question and he instantly jolted his lashes up.
"Yes I might have heard.." He said and moved his gaze down to the sheet again.
"So are you like going to attend that?" I asked him as I scrounged through my sling bag for my headphones.

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The Rivals (Rewriting)
Romance#37 in Teen Fiction on 19/2/18 #40 in Teen Fiction on 15/2/18 ★★★ "And stop freaking manhandling me everytime. You've no right to touch me." I pushed him with all my force and he stumbled back a few steps. He stood there...