Till The Count Of Five ✓

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Your touch is sharper than their tongues and I flinch from all the things it does to me, except for changing me. I'm still my incorrigible self.

Kiara

26th April 2019, Friday
9:50

The noise in the class would increase until somebody would come to ask the teacher to maintain silence who in turn showered us with her wrath. That had been the scenario since this period started.

"Can't you see I'm trying to find your tests?" she said. "Is this a class or a fish market?"

I snickered at that signature line.

She turned back to the monitor and continued to look around the screen.

"If anyone sees a folder marked as 'Class XI', point it out," she said, pointing at the projector. "This is why I don't understand the purpose of these computers if the work is still on your shoulders."

I leaned on the desk and waited for the period to get over. There was no way she was going to find the tests. I sighed and drew patterns on my arm with my finger. After a long time I was able to give a satisfying test. When we got the question paper two days back, I had rapidly written the answers, my energy increasing with every word I wrote. It was that good.

"There it is," a student said.

I raised my head as everyone stopped talking. There was a folder marked as 'Classes'.

"That is not what mam said," another said.

"It doesn't hurt to open and see," I said.

The teacher nodded and clicked on it. There was a picture in it. We all grinned. After a click, nothing happened. Then came a string of clicks from the frustrated teacher. Finally it opened. I was ready to look for my name but I never got the opportunity.

"What is this?" someone asked.

Those who hide aren't necessarily liars.
My name is Rishab and I am gay.

Below the text was his picture. I sat glued to my seat. Somebody hooted, another snickered.

"Shut up!" the teacher shouted. She hurriedly shut the computer off and rushed out of the class.

"Is this serious?"

"Looks like it."

"But he dated Ashiamma."

"Wasn't she drawing naked portraits of her best friend?"

Laughs followed that.

I turned around. "It is surprising you say that as if it is sinful, especially when your browser history is nothing but links to naked models if not the videos."

They looked away.

The one that made the last comment said, "Or maybe she refused to draw you. Is that riling you up?"

I grabbed his hand and shoved my pencil in his palm. "Now that's a sight worth drawing."

He yelped in pain and pulled his palm away. "Take that out. Take that out of my hand."

I pulled my pencil out. "It is not even in, just the lead is. Take it out with that mouth of yours."

No one dared come near us. I turned back in my seat, settled back to my composed posture and adjusted the pleats of my skirt.