Angad & the Nerd - Power!!! |Pg 27| - Page 15

typical! lol angad needs to be whacked on the head! 😆

AHAHA ebola virus LMAO!! that was hilarious!! poor angad cant get krips to pay attention to him! HAHAH SUCKER lol i hope angad gives kripa a make over and then shows her off! lol the joydeep person sounds like one of my friends LMAO!! ohhhh man that was hilarious!!

hey kl fan fic. do continue soon plz 😛

How were your exams?

Beautiful Part!! 👏 I loved Angad's POV, and I liked his question to Joydeep!

If possible please introduce someone special for Josh. Can't wait for the next part 😳 😳 😳

hey jus caught up with ur ff....i like tha way u describe tha point of view of angad n kripa....plzz du cont..!!!!

Awesome part.... but wud luv to hav morre scenes with a-k but i wud like to see angad go to the animal shelter with kripa n her friends, dat shud be interestin!

finally u continued, anyway great part!

That was really mean what Josh did, are we seeing a sneak peek of a conscience in the king of the jocks?

thanx for the comments guys, next prt coming up soon!!! 😛

Nine

Kripa

Resting my head against the car's backseat, I had to admit that I was about to enter into my favorite part of the week: working at the animal shelter. Volunteering was sign of leadership, so everyone in the PAL program had to put in two hours of service a week. When I'd seen the list of acceptable places to donate my time, I hadn't hesitated. I knew the shelter would be the place away from home where I would feel absolutely comfortable. Animals don't sit in judgment on people.

Unlike certain 'cool' people at Kennedy High who would remain unmentioned in my thoughts.

I'd been totally excited when Aaliyah and Joydeep had decided that was where they wanted to do volunteer work as well.

We'd been best friends forever, and it just seemed appropriate that we'd be working with animals that were known as man's best friend.

Joydeep always borrowed his mom's car on Tuesday so we could get to the shelter. Aaliyah sat in the front when we were going there, and I sat in the front when we were going home. Friends worked things out like that so everything was fair.

I liked sitting in the back first because it gave me a chance to unwind. I couldn't always hear the conversation going on in the front seat clearly, so I'd let my mind wander to pleasant thoughts of Prithvi.

He'd been able to recite the entire periodic table in chemistry today. I was so totally impressed. Not only because I could as well, but because I knew how hard it was to memorize. I needed to excel in sciences so I could pursue my interest in veterinary medicine. I wasn't sure what Prithvi wanted to major in when in college. I did know one thing, though. He wouldn't be a dropout. That role was reserved for Angad Khanna.

Joydeep had been tight-lipped about the reason he'd been in the janitor's closet with Angad. I figured it was just the male pride kicking in again. Honestly, guys can get their priorities out of kilter sometimes. I was certain, however, that the closet experience had something to do with Joydeep's incredible disappearing homework. Maybe Angad was the go-between. Like a Mafia hit man or something.

Joydeep had said he wasn't THE one responsible, but I couldn't help but feel that he was still somehow involved. I still couldn't believe I'd gone postal in front of him. Had gone so far as to actually demand something of him.

The guy had looked totally shocked. No more shocked than I'd been before. Before the anger had hit me, I'd thought he looked kinda cute standing there with his arm slung around Joydeep. Angad was way taller than Joydeep, and his shoulders were a lot broader, so they'd looked like a couple of mismatched bookends.

But then he'd flashed that smile of his, the one that looked like maybe he was hiding something. I couldn't quite figure it out. It was a gorgeous smile. I mean, everything about Angad was gorgeous. But the smile just didn't seem quite real.

BANG!

The loud, unexpected noise made both me & Aaliyah shriek.

"Hold on!" Joydeep yelled as he struggled to bring the shaking car under control. We bounced along until he maneuvered it off the road and brought it to a halt.

Breathing heavily, he jerked his head around. He looked terrified. "Is everyone alright?"

Aaliyah & I nodded vigorously.

"What happened?" I asked, my mouth dryer than sand.

"I think we've got a flat," he responded.

"Oh, great," Aaliyah said as she dropped back her head. "In the middle of nowhere."

"It's not that bad, Aaliyah," I said. "He who looks for the bad things in life will only find the bad things."

She groaned. "Dadi would never come up with a fortune that lame."

I felt heat burn my cheeks. I loved my grandmother's optimism. On her it seemed wise, on me it seemed nave.

Aaliyah twisted around in the seat . "I'm sorry. Its just that the shelter is on this country road, and no one is going to drive by to help us." She looked at Joydeep. "How far will we have to walk?"

"We're about five miles away, but I know how to fix a flat," he assured her.

"You do?" I asked, trying not to sound too amazed. Joydeep wasn't exactly built for manual labor.

"Sure. Didn't they teach you in driver's ed?" he asked.

"They SHOWED us in driver's ed," Aaliyah explained. "That's not exactly the same thing as learning how to do it."

He pulled the keys out of ignition. "It'll be a snap."

We clambered out of the car and trudged to the back. A rear tire was sadly deflated. Joydeep opened the trunk.

"There's the spare," Joydeep announced triumphantly.

"And the jack?" Aaliyah asked.

"Right here," he said, pointing to a black metal object.

"How does it work?" I asked.

He shrugged. "You just put it under the tire."

Ten minutes later we were standing there staring at the flat tire, glaring at the jack, and trying to remember exactly how it worked.

"Do I hear a car?" Aaliyah asked, suddenly spinning around.

Sure enough, a black car was heading toward us.

"Let's see if the driver will stop and help us," Aaliyah kinda whined.

"We don't know how it is," I reminded her. "You don't stop people on a country road."

But the car began to slow down.

"M-Maybe we should get in the car," Joydeep stammered.

The car stopped.

"And lock the doors," Aaliyah suggested.

The driver of the car opened his door, and Angad Khanna hopped out.

Angad Khanna! What was he doing out here? Why was he suddenly everywhere I was lately? It was almost like he was following me or something.

Yeah, right. That would be the day.

Like him asking me to the dance.

WHAT was going on here?

And why was my heart suddenly pounding and my hands growing sweaty?

"Hey, you guys got a problem?" he asked.

"Nothing we can't handle," I assured him.

"But we're not handling it," Aaliyah whispered to me.

"We don't need Mr. Cool's help, I whispered back.

Angad leaned against the hood of his car and folded his arms across his chest.

He wasn't wearing his usual leather jacket, so his black T-shirt kinda stretched across his shoulders. Joydeep dropped to his knees and began tinkering with the jack.

Angad shoved himself away from the car and sauntered over. Sauntered. That's the only way to describe the slow lazy walk he had… like he expected the world to wait for his arrival.

"You brains may know calculus, Angad said, "but it looks like you don't have a clue about how to fix a flat. Move aside, Joydeep."

Joydeep skittered out of the way like a crab on the beach. I was more convinced than ever that Angad was the go-between. I wondered if he'd threatened Joydeep with those muscles of his that bunched and knotted up as he crouched beside the flat tire, set the jack in place, and began pumping it up. He really needed to buy his T-shirt in a larger size, I thought grumpily as I watched the seams strain to stay together. I angled my head. Or maybe not.

I'd never been one for gawking at guys, but I had to admit that Angad made me rethink the merits of that activity. I tried to imagine Prithvi coming to our rescue, kneeling down in his crisp blue shirt, which he'd worn today, my favorite color for him cause it brought out the dark brown of his eyes.

Maybe Prithvi would grow hot working and he'd remove his shirt to cool down. Beneath that would be a white T-shirt that his muscles would ripple against. Then he would turn his head slightly and give me one of those gorgeous grins and say…

"Kripa, help me."

I snapped out of my daydream. It wasn't Prithvi looking up at me, but Angad.

"Help you?" I squeaked.

That killer smile of his grew. "Yeah. Help me."

I swallowed hard. "Like how?"

Angad held out his hand. "Hold these for me."

Not wanting him to see the sweat that popped onto my palm every time he spoke to me, I wiped my hand on my jeans. "Sure."

His fingers skimmed over my palm as he dropped the nut blots into place. His fingertips were a little roughened, like he spent a lot of time outside. His hands looked really strong. I thought of those guys who cracked nuts open with their hands, which Angad probably did. Since we had absolutely zero classes together, I was fairly certain he didn't spend time cracking open books.

But he definitely knew the ins and outs of changing a tire.

In no time at all Aaliyah, Joydeep, and I were back in the car and on our way to the animal shelter. We thanked him and zoomed away so fast, you'd think we were headed to the announcement of winners for the science fair.

"I can't believe Angad actually stopped to help us." Aaliyah mused.

Neither could I. Nor could I believe he was following us. "Wonder what he's doing on this road." I muttered.

"Probably checking out the latest, hottest make-out spot," Aaliyah announced.

Probably so. I wondered if Prithvi had a favorite make-out spot. If he would ever ask me to go there with him. If he did, would I go?

Joydeep pulled into the shelter's parking lot, and I had to put my romantic musings on hold. The animals needed my undivided attention.

I hopped out of the car just as Angad brought his black Mustang to a semi screeching halt beside me. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Joydeep & Aaliyah hurry into the shelter. We were late, but I figured Joydeep's haste was due more to the guy getting out of the car than our tardiness.

Angad slammed his door closed and gave me a you-are-so-lucky-that-I-inhabit-your-world grin.

"Are you following us?" I demanded to know.

He rocked to a stop as if I'd just punched him.

I planted my hands on my hips. "Are you here to hassle Joydeep?"

"Hey, I just fixed his flat…"

"Yeah, after stealing his homework," I accused him.

He held out his hand like someone warding off a monster. "Hey, that was Josh, not me."

"You just went into the janitor's closet to look for some soap?" I demanded.

He shook his head. "I went in as a friend following a friend, but I had no idea that he was going to demand that Joydeep hand over his homework." He held his hands up this time, like a criminal caught with the goods. "Honestly. But now that I know what's going on… I think it's very uncool."

"And you want a medal for that?" I asked sort of meanly. I tromped up the steps to the shelter. What a jerk!

Hey guys!!! Hope you enjoyed the part, sorry once again for taking too long, but now I will update more often since I am done with exams & no more school!!! YAY!!! anywazzz… thanx to those of u comment, and those who don't comment, PLEASE do, they really mean a lot!!! Will continue soon, and keep on commenting!!!

Luv, Rutu 😛

great part
i think kripa should give angad a chance
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