"Look who finally decided to show up." Vihaan shot me a look like I'd eaten the last slice of pizza he'd saved. Classic.
"Hey." I offered him a small smile and braced myself.
"Dude, I called you like a hundred times last night. Where the hell were you?" He sighed, shaking his head like a disappointed dad.
"Something came up," I said, which technically wasn't a lie. Something did come up. Specifically, Aryan's drama and me losing my hoodie.
"Yeah? And Aryan wasn't picking up either. Only Harjeet and Abby responded. Everyone else just ghosted."
He slammed his fist on the desk like a rejected soap opera villain.
Speak of the devil—Aryan suddenly popped up beside me like he was summoned.
"Why are you all worked up this early, Romeo?" Aryan asked, jumping onto the desk like it was his own personal stage. The confidence of this man.
"You said you'd come," Vihaan said to Aryan, ignoring his offer for a fist bump. Savage.
Aryan pouted, turned to me instead. I gave him a look that screamed don't involve me in this.
"What? Nobody loves me today? Ouch." He faked sadness dramatically until Abby finally bumped his fist.
"Hello, kitty eyes," she said.
Kitty eyes? Excuse me, what even? And how dare it work.
"Wow. I'm literally invisible now?" I said, waving both hands in front of Abby like I was directing traffic. "Hi! Annu. Your friend?"
Abby raised her brows. "Oh yeah? Where were you when I texted you, called you, stalked you on Instagram?"
"Uh, that—"
"I know, Annu," she smirked.
Wait. What did she know?
And right when I was about to lose my mind, the professor walked in, and like a group of well-trained puppies, we all settled into our seats.
Sweety, as usual, was late. She had become the official "late-to-everything" person in our group. The rest of us found our usual spots in the front and back rows. Aryan sat beside me, and Abby took the seat next to him, forming our usual trio of chaos.
Now, Genetics is a subject that divides people: some love it, others think it's a punishment. Guess which category I fall into?
Exactly.
So what do we three morons do? Start a Bingo game on the last page of my textbook. Because education. Like, honestly, we were so focused on this game, it was borderline unhealthy.
"Sixteen. One-six, sixteen," Abby whispered like we were part of an underground gambling ring.
Aryan leaned over and peeked into my book.
"What the hell? Back off, Aryan." I hissed glaring at him like he'd just stolen my lunch.
"Your turn, Annu."
"Nine. Single digit nine," I whispered, feeling like a shady auctioneer.
Then Aryan suddenly went mute.
We both looked at him—he was busy... playing the stare game with some random girl from the next row. Priorities? In the bin.
Abby, being the ever-vigilant observer, zoomed on me like I was the lead character in a reality show.
"What?" I nudged her.
"What?" She mimicked, eyes innocent as a deer caught in headlights.
"Let's just continue without him," I said, tossing in a dramatic sigh.
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With A Girl Like Me
Romance"Anaaya! look at me!" He held my chin with his cold finger tips and I shivered at his touch. He pulled me to stand in front of him facing him, directly looking into his now dark green eyes. His gaze was heated and I knew he was angry. His hand was h...
