Us Being Us (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

I. The Much Dreaded Beginning of 10th Grade

Aisha's POV:

I walked down to the notice board with Tara, Niharika and Alisha praying to Merlin that I'm not in the same class as Darshan Raval. Darshan Raval. The only guy who wasn't scared of me. We hated each other. Well, not always. Our parents were besties and so were we till the age of 8. We even shared our birthday. Well, forget it. 

I closed my eyes as we reached the board. "Aisha. Ash. Asher. Hum phas gaye," Tara said. "Kya hua?" I asked with my eyes closed. "Khud dekh le," Alisha whispered in my ear as she whacked me on my head. I slowly opened my eye to witness the nightmare of my life. Darshan. In the same class as me. "Why me? Why me? Why me? Yaar, kis galti ki saza mil rahi hai? Niu, mujhe mar de. Kill me," I whined as I hit my head on Niharika's shoulder.  "Oye, drama band kar aur class chal. Hum teen tujhe bacha lenge. Anyway, what is wrong with the guy?" Alisha wondered out loud as she pulled me to the class, X C. 

"Tu yahan kya kar rahi hai, Aisha?" Darshan asked as he leaned on the door frame. I just pushed past him and sat down in a random seat with Tara by my side and Niu and Alisha behind us. "Yeh chaar idhar kya kar rahe hain?" Siddharth. He's with us too. "Hi, Aisha!!" Anyone recognize that happy voice anywhere. Jyugal. "J! OMG! Achha hua tu bhi mere class mein. Please mujhe Darshan aur Sidharth se bacha le," I gushed in his ear as I jumped up and hugged him. The only guy in Darshan's gang I remained on good terms with. "Okay."

"Jyugal. Tu uska dost hai ki hamara? Usko gale lagayega lekin humko nahi?" Hardil. 

This year was going to be the worst. All 8 of us in the same class. "Guys!! Is saal toh mat lado yaar. Hadd hai." 

"Jyugal..." I called. "Kya hua re?"

"Why did you say it? Abhi ladai hogi. Aur zoron ki hogi!" Alisha chimed in. "Aye!!" Tara, Niu and I cheered. He smacked his face and sat in the row beside mine with Darshan beside him and the others behind him. 

"Good Morning, class! I am Miss David. Pronounced Dah-veed. Your new class teacher. I have been given a few warnings about this class," she spoke as she walked in. She looked about 28 years old. "What warnings ma'am?" Someone piped up. "Just related to a group of 8 kids. Darshan Raval, Siddharth Bhavsar, Jyugal Soni, Hardil Pandya, Aisha Kaur Dhillon, Tara Ahuja, Alisha Jha and Niharika Singhania?"

We raised our hands. "Why have gotten this warning? I want to know from... Aisha." She looked at me. I stood up. "Ma'am, Darshan Raval and I fight a lot. The others are our friends and just take sides."

"Why do you fight? Darshan?" She asked with a smirk on her face. She was trying not to laugh. "She is annoying and always steals the spotlight," he replied. "Aisha? What do you have to say about this?" Miss David asked, turning to me. "1. I don't steal the spotlight. People push me into it. 2. Darshan does not like it when I say the truth. Not my fault," I blatantly said. Darshan retaliated, "She says the truth so bluntly. It hurts."

"Don't sugarcoat the truth. Rule 3."

"Yeah, and her stupid rule book for life."

"That is a good thing to have," Miss David chimed in. "Haha! Score one-zero," I exclaimed. "And, everyone asks her to head the Dance Society. No one else ever does it." 

"Haan. Tu khud kar le. Dance karna toh aata nahi hai. Maine kabhi tujhe kuch bola hai when you head the Music Society. Agar mere se jalan hor rahi hai toh take a cold shower, aag apne aap bhuj jayegi!"

"Lekin har saal? Pichle teen saal se head kar rahi hai."

"Tu bhi toh pichle TEEN saal head kar raha hai."

"Tujhe toh gaana aata hai ni."

"Aata hai. Mujhe gaana aata hai. Tujhe toh usse bhi jalan hoti hai. Tu gar aaiyo... teri haddi-pasli ek kar doongi!"

"Okay, okay... enough. This was the warning. That these two can fight about anything. And it is entertaining. Why do the other teachers hate it?"

"Thank you, ma'am!" Darshan and I exclaimed. She laughed. "Let's begin with the class introductions..."

And we spent the rest of the day doing introductions with all the teachers. Boring...