Best Indian Girlfriend

Chapter 8 Oh! My freaking head

Ananya's POV

This morning I woke up with a cute and lovely headache (Note the sarcasm). Last night's moment kept flowing through my mind. Uggg! This Drake.

"Hey sleeping beauty wake up." Daniel came in my room not bothering to knock.

"You know you should knock the door first before coming in." I said

"Seriously we should?" He asked fake acting. I rolled my eyes.

"You look like you just had 440 volts current bath." He said chuckling.

"I'm having a headache and can't go to school." I said

He came near me and kept a hand on my head.

"Hmm... According to my examination you have a headache. You need to take rest." Daniel said horsing his voice even more.

"Geez thanks doctor." I mocked him.

Mom suddenly came in. "What are you both doing? Don't you need to get ready Anne?" She asked

"Mom Anne is having a headache." Daniel said

"Oh dear. I think you should take rest. Daniel go to school." Mom said

"Mom I think I should stay with Anne. In case she need any help." Daniel offered

"No thanks you may go." Mom said

"Yes Daniel I can take care of me." I said to provoke me.

Daniel glared at me and said, "But mom."

"Daniel..." Mom said

"This is not fair." He whined and went downstairs.

"Mom are you leaving now?" I asked

"Yes. I have a meeting." She said

" No problem mom I can take care of myself don't worry." I said

"You sure?" She asked

"Yes." I said

She smiled and went. I don't want her to take off because of me. I only have a headache nothing much. Few aspirins are much.

With this I got off bed and did my morning routine. Gross... I hate headache. I messaged Sanket.

Ananya : I can't come to school. Have a headache.

Itzsanketbruh: Something related to Drake? Don't take it in wrong way because your mind is so clean. But seriously... why Drake looks like he is in pain?

Ananya: I'll tell later.

Itzsanketbruh: Okay. As you wish. Just don't say it is related to my death.

Ananya: Maybe yes. Maybe no.

Itzsanketbruh: I'll kill you if I die today.

It's actually fun while messing with Sanket. After taking a 30 min shower I came wearing my pajamas and t-shirt which is double of my size. Nah! It's neither of Daniel nor father. It's neither of any of my bhaiya's (Elder brother in Hindi) or my lovely baba (Father... In any Indian language). It's mine.... Yup....

I know I suck at jokes. Anyways.... At this moment I'm admiring myself in mirror. Woah! My skin colour is becoming fairer and fairer. Maybe Florida's climate suited me. Uhhhh..... I want to go back India and want to sleep on my mother's lap. Don't judge. I always try to sleep on my mother's lap whenever I have a headache.

I went in kitchen and made myself soup. Took a few aspirins and sat down with my laptop to surf on internet. Oh yeah! Wattpad. At this moment I'm reading a book. Okay! I read also. I like to read every book except those of my school books. I know I'm so good.

My phone beeped. Yup! It's message. Oh it's from MISTER BAD BOY. The one whom I kicked yesterday at night in my own room.

Badboy: Hey! Got to know you are having fever. Get well soon. Please reply.

Yeah Sherlock I'm ill. And no I didn't get fever.

I'm not going to reply him. Let's see what happens.

Badboy: Hey Please reply. I didn't do it on purpose okay?

Yeah you did it in purpose. Broke in my room. Well! Not actually broke in my room but still... And then trying to kiss me. Yeah I know I'm beautiful and make boys fall for me but that doesn't mean I will kiss every second guy.

Badboy: Come on please reply. I'm sorry really.

Badboy: Reply me or I'm going to eat up your head tomorrow.

Oh really! Let's see.

Badboy: Okay then. Meet you tomorrow.

I spent my rest of day resting and chatting with one of my Indian friend who obviously didn't go to school or may be bunking. But probably he skipped school because bunking any class in my old school was virtually impossible.

Ha! Let's see what MISTER BADBOY does tomorrow.