Chocolate Cookie

Maybe she deserved that punishment after all. Getting into a fight in the classroom wasn't exactly on the list of rules of good behavior. But there was also to say that it wasn't all her fault, in short, she had only used a blackboard eraser as a weapon, while, instead, he had done everything else.

And, of course, in order to never deny himself, he was entering the detention room, with a blissful smile that made her want to pick up that blackboard eraser again.

"Imlie!" He sat on the bench next to her, making an exaggerated clatter as he moved the chair. "It's nice to see you again! How is it going?" he asked, as if they were old friends who happened to meet in a downtown bar. 

I'm going to kill him now, thought the girl, looking around for an object that could turn into a weapon.

"Aryan Singh Rathore”

A name, a guarantee. A fiery, warm-eyed student, who seemed to have proclaimed himself Emperor of the college, or perhaps it was the flock of sheep who adored him that made him sovereign. Whatever the answer, Imlie Rao would have gladly led a popular uprising with the intent of throwing him from his throne, knocking him face down on the soft cricket ground.

"For friends, I'm Aru, my dear."

"What about those who would enjoy seeing you covered in keechad instead?"

If there was one thing that could be said about Imlie it was her being straightforward; she wasn't one to send things to you or, even worse, gossip to the whole college.

Aryan’s laugh certainly did not improve the situation, but the girl ignored him, trying to concentrate on the math test that the professor had assigned - x is an unknown, so I have to find out its value. Beside her, he was drawing geometric shapes on his paper, not even hinting at starting to work. Akkadbhaga, Imlie thought, shaking her head.

"Can I trust you two to leave you alone?" Imlie noticed the teacher who had been entrusted with their control, sitting behind the desk, looking bored. "I have to question a second year girl and I only have this gap hour."

Sure, go ahead, this is the right time I can take him out. 

But she drew one of her best smiles, trying to look like a model student, loyal to her duty and strict to school rules. Obviously the tactic had no result and the professor preferred to trust the complicit look that Aryan Singh Rathore was giving him.

Damn! How the hell can anyone love him?

“Don't worry, Mr. Jha. We are mature kids, we made mistakes and we will respect the punishment. " Then, as if he were not afraid of being seen by the professor, Akkadbhagga winked at her, as a sign of an understanding that they did not have. Why are you so buggered, Akkadbhagga? 

Mr. Jha , however, seemed satisfied, so he took his leave with a simple greeting and a recommendation not to leave the classroom before the deadline.

As soon as they were alone in the class, Imlie began to applaud, looking at her partner with an air of defiance. “Wonderful performance, Aryan, really. You have won an Oscar. "

The boy smiled shamelessly as he approached the chair to the girl's desk, who pushed away from the desk. He stopped, staring at her questioningly and, to be honest, even a little offended.

"Do I disgust you so much, Miss Rao?"

Imlie, then, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, began to look at him: two big dark eyes, the color of chocolate, broad shoulders, the ones that seem to be made to be hugged, broad and muscular chest. And his lips. Fleshy lips, the ones that even if you've never touched them you know they are soft, you just know it, because it couldn't be otherwise. Crap. She was beginning to understand why the girls claimed that Aryan Singh Rathore was Adonis. But she didn't agree.

He was sexier.

And he was, moreover, such a concentration of attraction, which confused her to the point of not understanding what was happening anymore. Perhaps also due to the fact that now, the aforementioned boy, was so close to her that, if she leaned over a only inch, she could have kissed him. Kissing Aryan Singh Rathore, the Akkadbhagga.

"Who gave you all this confidence?" Her voice came out weak, devoid of that harsh, cutting tone that so characterized her. The fact was that she coudn’t take her eyes off that mouth of his, that he was just there, right there, within her reach. How could she not covet those lips of his? Not even with all the self-control of the universe, Imlie could have regained her clarity and remember how much she hated that seductive, fascinating, exciting ...

Okay, Imlie. Control yourself!

"You gave me this confidence, with your looking at me as if I were a chocolate cookie while you are on a diet. "

Too embarrassed to be able to say even a word, Imlie just opened her mouth wide in an astonished expression, while she scolded herself for being so easily readable, especially when she was thinking such thoughts.

Chocolate cookie.

In fact, Akkadbhagga perfectly represented it: his skin was the same color, as were his eyes and with black hair.

Aryan Singh Rathore was a chocolate cookie.

That defiant smile on his face made her want to grab him and slap him. And then kiss him. And then slap him. And then kiss him again, again and again.

"You're doing it again, Imlie."

"What wh-what?" she asked, her voice completely broken now, her thoughts fading after hearing her name from his lips.

Is it possible that I'm exactly like one of those girls who drool over a beautiful body? Yes, it is possible, damn it.

"You're staring at me hungry again."

The air in the room had inexplicably changed: from the angry tension to the sexual tension, which had now been created between the two, intent on looking each other straight in the eye.

Imlie went from repeating to herself how self-centered, boring, predictable that Akkadbhagga was, to desperately longing for his lips to rest on hers, without mercy. She didn't even care anymore that she made a fool of herself again in front of him, for her to stare at him like a dog looks at a bone, because she was too busy looking at his mouth.

And then, in an imperceptible moment, Imlie screwed up the idea she had about that boy and, as if nothing had happened, she forced herself to declare herself ill with short-term memory loss, in order to be able to justify what she was to do with having forgotten the hatred she felt towards him.

She kissed him.

No, in fact, she attacked him. Her lips pressed so hard on the boy's that he found himself for a moment bewildered, totally shocked by the unexpected gesture; after having elaborated the situation and understanding what was happening, Aryan confirmed the popular rumors that classified him as an extraordinary kisser: he penetrated Imlie’s mouth with his tongue, exploring it in every part, with a passion and enthusiasm that could not make you remain impassive. Then, the boy leaned over, starting to caress her body, who was now totally invaded by her passion, while rationality closed itself in a remote corner of her brain. Aryan went down to kiss her neck, while touching her hair first and then her arms. Inspired by the boy's impetuosity, Imlie began to kiss his jaw - one kiss, two kisses, three kisses - and then went down to his neck, while her hands wandered over his muscular back. This guy is a two-door wardrobe.

His mouth on her neck.

Her hands on his back.

Imlie was absolutely thrilled, as it was the most exciting thing she had ever experienced in her entire life. Forbidden.

“Holy shit, Imlie… ” Aryan spat out, his head resting on her shoulder while Imlie, still too breathless to speak, just gave a hysterical chuckle.

"I must admit you surprised me, Miss Rao." He gave her a mischievous look, the one that often made her want to slap him, but which now had another effect on her.

She did not have time to respond to the provocation, as the door to the room was suddenly thrown open and Professor Jha entered. That sudden appearance was a blow to the stomach for Imlie, who realized how much they had risked: if Mr. Jha had opened the door a few minutes earlier, he would have found them kissing.

Damn!

"Did you two respect the college rules?" The teacher gave them an investigative look, as if he were trying to find signs of guilt. Imlie, therefore, had to use all the concentration she possessed to be able to appear calm and relaxed, as if she had only spent the time completing their punishment tasks. Punishment. It all started from there.

"We only broke one, Professor." 

This time I will kick him where it hurts the most again and again. Imlie held her breath, hoping that Akkadbhagga had no intention of confessing the crime. 

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We ate in class." Ate? We?

Aryan gave her a knowing look, while Imlie still didn't understand what was happening, what Akkadbhagga was saying or what he was alluding to; she was just terribly afraid of being caught in the fact.

"What have you eaten? Hope you did not create a mess."

"Don't worry, professor." Aryan’s eyes shifted to the girl's, with a mischief that put her in awe, reminding her of what they had just done.

Then, he said it.

"We only ate a chocolate cookie."

Chocolate cookie.

The best she had ever tasted.

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