Here's Part 2, guys. If anyone I pm doesn't want pms, please let me know by either leaving a comment or pming me.. Thanks so much for all your support and kind words... That's what really motivates me to continue.. And can somebody please make a sign-thing? 😃 That would be greatly appreciated!
Part 2:
My name is Shyam Manohar Jha, and I am a terrorist. I would love to introduce my self to the f****ng president like this. I would love to see him cower in fear. Why? Because he deserve it. All that crap about helping out everybody, and 'No Child Left Behind,' is just that, crap. I was six years old when my drunkard dad killed my mom. And you know why? Because she told him she was pregnant again. I'm sick and tired of everyone telling me what they think I should do. Today, I'm going to get my revenge.
After mentally ranting for about a minute, Shyam loaded his gun and started walking towards the lady he hated the most, Mrs. Reyes.
Meanwhile, Khushi and Arnav started walking towards the storage room.
As she walked out hesitantly, fidgeting with her bag, I took the opportunity to look at her properly. Her navy blue lace blouse complimented her creamy skin color perfectly, and, at the same time, gave me tantalizingly delicious peeks of her perfect curves. Her legs were skimmed by a pair of khaki cargos, and they were tight enough to let me see that she had perfect legs. Her hair fell in soft layered waves around her face, and I felt like brushing away the few strands that obstructed my view. I heard a soft whistle from my right, and saw one of the idiots in my class appraising her, from head to toe. I gave him a look that I'm sure made him wet his pants. He looked away as quickly as he could, and Khushi looked up at me quizzically.
I walked out of the door, and waited for him to follow, when I heard one of those annoying haramis whistle. I turned back to look and was greeted with the view of his broad, manly back. I saw the muscles tense through his sweatshirt. The boy who had been stupid enough to whistle almost melted. I could only imagine the havoc Arnav's chocolate brown eyes were wreaking on his peanut sized brain. Arnav spun around, and I saw the muscles in his jaw tense. I looked at him while I had the chance. His hair was perfectly spiked, and his eyelashes were incredibly long. I looked at his clothes, trying not to linger too long on his scrumptious lips. His shirt was loose, but not loose enough to hide his perfectly formed muscles. His fist clenched and unclenched, and I saw his arm muscles ripple. He was wearing clothes that you could tell were designer, but it looked like he tried hard to hide the fact he was that rich. Payal had told me that he stayed away from all the girls that threw themselves onto him. She told me that he had some serious problems in his family, and so, he never really talked. What were his problems? And, more importantly, why did I care so much?
I closed my eyes, trying to gather myself, and felt her gaze move over me. I tried to stop my muscles from forming a smile. I slowly opened my eyes, and they drifted to her handbag. The Louis Vuitton sign popped out, and I felt my mood drift toward an intense anger. I tried my hardest to not accept the humungous inheritance I had been born with, and here was this girl, spoiled, probably never having to work a day in her life. She was everything I had worked my hardest to not become. I abruptly stepped away from her, and started to walk as fast as I could to the store room. I wanted this to be as quick as I could make it. here I was, working my hardest to be independent, and trying to go to college, when I could have easily never have had to go to school.
Now what happened? What was his new problem? Hey Devi Maiyya hamari raksha karna! Hume is ajib se admi ke saath chalna perega, aur hume is ko pakarna bhi parega! Patanahin kyun itna jaldi chalna par rahahe?
That's it, guys! Please comment and like! And constructive criticism is always welcome!
Edited by purplekid - 13 years ago
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