Coloured Me Grey (Book Two)

Chapter 3 : Smoking Gamboge

My results will come out tomorrow and a thousand elephants are stamping on my chest. I've perfected the art of tying a noose . It works just fine.

On the bright side though, school is over, I am 18, I hope I'll be able to get into some college and I don't have to deal with annoying juniors irritating the hell out of me.

They were chirping away merrily while the twins' mother and the Sens stood at a distance, talking rather animatedly. From what I'd heard, Ishan's parents knew about them but Tuhin's mother was still oblivious to the fact that those two were boyfriends.

Nothing looked either unusual or out of the place.

Still wondering how I ended up in the midst of this? No, trust me, I know that sarcastic answer of 'a cab' and I didn't mean the question that way, duh.

Long story short, these weirdos were my friends now.

At least that's what they claimed to be, I don't know how much they actually meant it though. I shouldn't probably even be here, you know, sticking out like a sore thumb.

All these sugary things going on before me made me want to throw up. I should just turn back and leave for real. But all I could do, was to sigh loudly.

"Riyaaz!" Nisha was the first one to spot me.

Was my sigh that audible?

My assumption was proved wrong when I waved back at them meekly and saw Zara being passed into Divya's arm by Ishan.

Of course. She's my walkie talkie messenger. How could I forget?

"Come here," Tuhin waved me over while Tuhina damned me to hell with her fiery glare. Someone loved to hold grudges on someone who deserved to be held grudges on.

Excuse my confusing self, the former someone is Tuhina and the latter is yours truly.

"How come you're the last one to arrive?" Ishan feigned annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest. We were around the same height now and he was no more the fragile weakling. Of course not as much as the athletic Tuhin, he had his muscles toned in the right places thanks to Tuhin forcing him to work out.

"Why are you carrying bags too, Tuhin?" I gestured at his luggage, ignoring his boyfriend for the time being. "Surely you aren't moving in with Ishan?" I winked almost too forcefully to maintain my act.

I hope though Tuhin would be there with Ishan. Someone needs to take care of my Ishan. And as much as it pained me to admit it, Tuhin was perfect.

"I wish I was," Tuhin smiled shyly. "I'm going for a training and some matches in Mumbai."

"He's in the U-19 Bengal Team!" Ishan chirped excitedly.

"Congratulations." I smiled.

"Shut it. I'm going to be sitting on the reserve bench at the most."

"At least you'd be able to do that. Nobody opens the innings in their first match. They work their way up to it," said Tuhina.

"Thanks for the sage advice, sister," Tuhin rolled his eyes and looked up at me. "You don't know about them, do you?" He pointed at Divya and Nisha who were talking in low whispers. Don't ask me why but they did that a lot.

"No, what?"

"Nisha finally accepted Divya. They are girlfriends!" Tuhin whisper-shouted like a fanboy as Nisha perked up on hearing her name.

"It's Anisha. Just one 'A' Tuhin, jeez. You'll make me forget my name someday soon."

"No yikes, Divya alone can have that honor to do that. I'm good, thanks." He winked at Divya and got hit on his head by her as soon as he did