I sniffed the air around me, and wrinkled my nose in disgust. I moved my backpack so it was across my stomach, and tried to wriggle my favorite perfume, Amor Amor, by Cacherel out of my bag. He spun around, smoke literally billowing out of his ears, and growled, "How long does it take to walk 5 meters?" I jumped a mile in surprise, and spilled the perfume all over my bag. "Nahin! All my hard work ruined! Meri pehli mehne ki kamai puri ki puri barbad ho gayi! I don't know who made you this angry, but you have no right to take it out on me! You-you Laad Governor! I worked so hard to earn that bag! It was all my wages from my first month of working, and you ruined it! I hate you!" That being said, I dropped my perfume, and clenched my fist, pushing him aside, and walking as fast as I could to the storeroom. "Ow!"
Oh sh*t! I really screwed up this time. "Wa-" I started to say, but was interrupted at her loud exclamation. "What happened, dammit? Why are you so damn irresponsible! Unbelievable." She looked at me quizzically, "I think the glass from the perfume bottle.." She trailed off, looking to the side. "What was the need for perfume? It's not like you smelled bad!" Wait. What did I just say? I don't even know how I noticed she didn't smell bad... "What?" she asked, her tone mirroring my thoughts exactly. "I didn't take it out for myself; there was a weird smell, so I took it out to spray it.. And you are such a LG! Even when I get hurt, all you care about is the stupid perfume, not whether or not I am hurt." I immediately backpedaled, and took a look at her hand. The red glass had cut deep, and she refused to stay still. "Stay still," I barked. Then, in what I hoped was a softer tone, "Does it hurt a lot?" She nodded silently, looking more beautiful than anyone had the right to look. I pulled off the glass, and she let out a soft moan. I stiffened, and tried to calm my raging hormones (😉) I wondered if she sounded the same way in bed. She moaned again, softer this time, and I knew I had to stop her before I lost control. "Ho gaiya."
My eyes flew open, looking at the Laad Governor- no, wait, Arnav, in surprise. "Aap Hindi bolsakhteh he?" I wondered if I was dreaming, and took a step forward, my hand outstretched, only to step in another piece of glass. He rolled his eyes when I winced, stepped forward, and picked me up, ignoring my futile protests.
Her skin felt like satin in my arms. The sooner we got to the store room, the better..
Meanwhile, let's check up on Aakash, Payal, and the Snake-wa, shall we?
Payal is so cute! I wish I was more manly. I would have her impressed in no time. Anyhow, let's make good use (😉) of the alone time. "Payal, don;t be afraid. This 'Shyam' won't be able to do anything..." I reassured her in the deepest voice I could manage. She looked up at me with her beautiful almond shaped eyes, and I tried not to melt in a puddle of PLG (Payal-loving-goo) on the floor. Suddenly, we saw a strange figure approaching. He was about 500 feet away, but I could see the manic glint in his eyes very clearly. It was Shyam Manohar Jha.
I looked at Aakash worriedly. He looked back down at me. I saw the figure raise his gun, and my doubts turned into fear. It WAS Shyam. He was the man who lusted after Khushi. He was such a creep. I saw him grin suggestively at me, and I clutched Aakash's arm in surprise. He reached up, an gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, and then looked back at Shyam, but wait, where did Shyam go?
Sh*t! More distractions! I moved the gun in my hand, ready to shoot in a moments notice. I squinted at the two people in front of me, and saw enough to make out that they were Aakash Singh Raizada and Payal Kumari Gupta. Oh! It was one of the Gupta girls, but not the one who excited me. It was Payal, Khushi's sister, but why was she with Aakash. His brother was one of the people I despised. I guess I would have to kill them. Then I would kill Mrs. Reyes and her damn classroom, and then Arnav Singh Raizada. I pointed my loaded gun at them, put my finger on
the trigger, and everything went black.
Shyam had slipped and fallen due to the perfume that Khushi had dropped earlier. The butt of his gun slammed into his forehead, knocking him out cold.
I saw Shyam sprawled on the ground, and turned around to kiss Payal out of pure glee. It was at first a celebratory kiss, but soon turned into a passionate one. When we resurfaced for air, I looked at Payal, who was blushing, and looking down. I remembered how her hands had felt in my hair- soft and yet, demanding... I pumped up my fist in triumph, grabbed Payal's hand, and ran to the classes
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