Monday

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Sunday passed away just like that. Monday morning I went straight to my first class after dad dropped me off.

On my way Sam joined me.

We couldn't hit the amusement park because of the sudden plan to go to the party. We decided to go there some other day. Sam definitely was not complaining seeing he was yet to get over his hangover.

We didn't speak, just gave each other company.

It reminded me of what happened in the party.

Flashback

"What do you mean three of us? I am not doing this crazy shit.", Liam shouted. If one was to look at it, it was as if he couldn't stand the idea of it. As if he is the one, about to be taken advantage of.

Excuse me?

"Yeah, you both go, leave Liam out of it.", the sidekick shrieked grabbing his arm.

He shook her hand off and wiped it disgusted.

"Oh come on, let's go love. Please.", Sam said pouting at him.

I got up dusting my pants before going to the wardrobe.

"Slut", the sidekick opened her mouth yet again.

"Can you close that garbage dump of yours, it's too smelly."

"You!!", she got up and stood rooted to the place struggling as though someone was stopping her.

She looked back to only see that everyone was looking at her weirdly.

Blushing red she ran out of the room.

"So? You coming yet?", I asked looking at Liam who was yet to make any movement.

After lots of waiting, all three of us crammed inside waiting for the seven minutes to get over with.

"My lady how about spicing this up a little?", Sam said from his position in between Liam and me, not giving him any care.

"How?"

"Let's kiss."

I rolled my eyes at that.

"Go away Sam. It's already suffocating enough. How is this even heaven? This is hell. Don't come near me.", I said pushing away his leaning head.

He didn't seem to listen and rather went again for it.

PAK...

Present

"Haahaaa...Haahaa", I was brought back to reality by the throbbing pain on my head and a hysteric Sam.

I narrowed my eyes at him while rubbing the pain away.

He cackled more at the sight of my reddening forehead.

Why would anyone place a freaking locker in my way?

"But seriously, why would you slap him?"

I narrowed my eyes at him again.

"How am I to know you would bring down his face?"

"Psh...Haahaa...Haahaa..."

"Anyways he had it coming since the first day."

"You should have seen his face. If I am not wrong you are most likely the first one to slap him."

"Hmm. Let it be. If he keeps up the same behavior he has other things coming his way."

I made my way to the notice board to check my marks, to see that it was ... empty.

I looked quizzically at Sam questioning what was happening here.

"Oh come on, Tan. Who cares about these? No one would have even remembered this. Even I forgot before I saw you heading this side. Anyways, since we are here already why don't you check our marks?"

I turned around and checked the results. I smiled looking at our results.

I turned to him beaming before starting to walk to our class.

"I got an 86% and you got 79%. Cool."

"Ohoooo", he gave a punch in the air. I chuckled at that while going to our class.

I went inside and took my seat near the window while Sam dropped his bag on the seat next to mine before going to chat with his friends.

"Yo! I got a 79. Ohooo.", he said dancing.

"We got results?", Noel asked puzzled.

True. Everything he told was true.

"Yep and I kicked all your asses. Hehe.", he laughed with his hands on his hips.

"No way, he is lying. I would have been the one who kicked your asses. I will go check my results.", another guy said and rushed out.

"Me too."

"Me too."

Just like that, most of the boys were out of the class.

"Why did they go now? Now everyone will know it was not me but you who kicked our asses.", he slumped on his seat pouting.

When he was busy sulking, the teacher entered and was shocked at the sight of empty chairs.

Before he could understand what was happening the boys returned to the class.

"Sam, you liar. It was not you."

"Well...it was –"

"Liam."

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