Chemicals React - SG ff - updated 2\5 part3 - Page 3

CHAPTER 3

YOUR LATE

Gunjan walked up to her locker the next morning, her head had ceased throbbing, she had regretted banging her head on the table soon after she had done it yesterday, and her mood had improved slightly since yesterday. Only slightly though. Gunjan was almost positive that once she saw Samrat her mood was going to worsen. Actually, she was positive that once she saw Samrat her mood was going to worsen. Just thinking about him caused Gunjan's muscles to tense and her fist to curl into a ball. Hate was a feeling that Gunjan very rarely felt but she was almost positive that it was exactly what she was feeling about Samrat . How was she going to get through one period with him? Gunjan was seriously contemplating skipping English when Nupur approached her cautiously. Gunjan turned to look at her and, if her mood had been better, Gunjan would have probably laughed at the nervous expression on Nupur's face. Instead she nodded at her friend curtly and turned back to her locker, this time she decided to open it.

"Hey" Nupur said quietly, she decided to go cautiously in case one wrong word could set off Gunjan .

"Relax Nupz, you won't be able to set me off" Gunjan told her quite calmly, Nupur gave her an odd look and wondered if she should venture into a very delicate subject with her friend.

"Okay, so I'm guessing that sam-" Nupur stopped talking when Gunjan shot her a vicious look.

"Don't even go there" Gunjan warned her and Nupur wondered if she should tell her what they had first.

"What do we have first?" Nupur winced when the question burst from Gunjan's lips.

"Um" Nupur said bracing herself for an explosion, Gunjan turned to eye her best friend suspiciously.

"nupurrrrrrrrrrrr" Gunjan said impatiently.

"English" Nupur replied and waited.

Gunjan stared at her and than turned back to her locker stuck her head into it and let loose a bloodcurdling scream. Nupur winced as the occupants of East High stared at Gunjan , who still had her head in her locker.

"Finished?" Nupur asked after a moment and Gunjan pulled her head out of her locker and stared at her.

"I swear to god nupu -" she started and this time it was Nupur giving her a warning look.

"Look Gunjan , I know you're not ecstatic about being partnered with Samrat, okay that was an understatement," Nupur conceded when Gunjan shot her a look "But I don't get why you're going on about it. I mean you've worked with heaps of people you don't like; you got partnered with Diya once for god's sake! What's the difference between them and Samrat ?" she continued and Gunjan slammed her locker shut with a loud bang, the people standing next to her locker jumped and Gunjan ignored them as she walked past.

"What's the difference? There's a huge difference, an enormous difference, a monumental difference between him and them, Nupur!" Gunjan exclaimed and Nupur nodded and waited for her to continue.

"What's the difference?" Nupur asked when Gunjan didn't continue.

Gunjan didn't reply, mainly because she was completely and utterly stumped. She knew what the difference was but she couldn't put it into words; it was one of those things where she knew what it was but there was no way that she could put it into words. She just didn't like him. Period.

"Forget it" Gunjan muttered when she saw the basketball team approaching.

Samrat looked up and silently groaned when he saw Gunjan walking in his direction. He seriously didn't like that girl. He barely knew her and already he was well on his way to hating her. Both times he had spoken to her, he had argued with her and now he was meant to work with her for three weeks? Samrat ran a hand through his hand as he heard Purab say that they had English first. Scratch the three weeks; samrat wondered if he would come out of one period with her in a good mood.

Gunjan was sitting at her desk, tapping the desk impatiently, her fingers drumming in a relentless pattern. He was late. What a surprise. Every once in a while Mrs Tamana would walk past and shoot her a worried look. Gunjan ignored the looks, because every second that past, her anger grew. As much as she hated the guy, she did want to get a good mark on this project, considering Mrs Tamana had announced to the class that the project was worth close to half their mark for the term. Finally Samrat ran into the classroom completely out of breath.

"Sorry I'm late, I ran into the coach and he wanted to run over something with me and he kept me for longer than I expected" Samrat apologized breathlessly when Mrs tamana swooped down on him.

She eyed him and than nodded. Samrat smiled at her and then turned to Gunjan . Her expression told him everything that he needed to know. Uh-oh he thought as he approached her. This wasn't going to be pretty.

"You're late" she snapped at him as soon he was within earshot.

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious" Samrat shot back and Gunjan folded her arms a sour look taking residence on her face.

"Don't mention it" she replied as he took the seat opposite her.

"What are we doing?" Samrat asked and Gunjan rolled her eyes.

"You can have three guesses" she told him sarcastically and Samrat raised his eyebrows.

"Three guesses? What are you? Trying to be nice?" he replied equally sarcastic.

Gunjan scoffed "If I was trying to be nice I would have given you more than three guesses" she informed him and Samrat shrugged, which irritated Gunjan even more, he seemed so calm and cool.

"But if you weren't trying to be nice why didn't you give me less than three guesses?" Samrat said smartly and Gunjan shrugged.

Samrat knew he had her there and he silently congratulated himself for keeping his cool during this argument. Ignoring her pointedly he pulled the sheet with the outline of the assignment towards him and began to read.

Gunjan waited while he read, her fingers resuming their drumming. Every now and than Samrat would shoot her an annoyed look, which would cause her to drum louder, she was enjoying the chance to get under his skin.

"Will you stop that!" the speed to which Samrat slammed his hand over hers stunned Gunjan so much she couldn't speak for few seconds.

"Sorry" she replied tartly prying his hand off hers they glared at each for a moment.

"Sure you are" he muttered as she resumed the drumming, Samrat kept his cool for a moment longer and than repeated his previous action.

"What!?" Gunjan exclaimed desperately trying to pull her hand away from his.

"Give up will you! I am trying to find out what we're meant to do and if you keep doing that we're never going to get it done okay?" Samrat asked patronizingly and Gunjan nearly let loose.

"I'm impatient okay? And we will get it done, we have three weeks of this to look forward to" Gunjan snapped back still trying to remove her hand from under Samrat's

"Yeah, don't remind me, but we're not going to get to the research part until you let me read this!" Samrat shot back, neither noticing the classroom had gone quiet or Mrs Tamana's approaching them with a disapproving look on her face.

"Will you let go of my hand!?" Gunjan half-yelled frustrated with the fact that he wouldn't let go of her hand.

"Miss Bhushan! Mr Sehgal !" Mrs Tamana snapped at them and their heads both snapped up.

It was only than that they realized how close their faces had become and that both were breathing a little too heavily from rage.

"Yes?" Gunjan asked as Samrat let go of her hand.

"Outside, now" she snapped at them.

Gunjan didn't answer, she picked up her bag and stomped past mayank and Nupur, who were watching their two best friends with open mouths, Samrat right behind her. Gunjan folded her arms and half-turned her body from Troy as he pulled the door shut.

"You know this is your fault" Samrat said simply, wanting to get under her skin more than ever now. Gunjan spun to face him.

"How is it my fault? You're the one that wouldn't let go of my hand!" she exclaimed and he shoved his hands into the pockets of the jeans he wore.

"You're the one that wouldn't stop tapping the desk" he pointed out and Gunjan frowned at him.

"Oh my god, you are impossible" she cried out throwing her hands into the air.

"I'm not as bad as you" he replied as Mrs Tamana opened the door.

"Mr Sehgal, Miss Bhushan, instead of putting you on detention I'm going to add to your project, I want two book reports, one on 'Sense and Sensibility' and 'Pride and Prejudice' and a film review of the adaptation of 'Pride and Prejudice. Am I clear?" she snapped at the two teenagers who kept on shooting the other hostile looks through out the instructions.

"Yes ma'am" Samrat mumbled.

"Yes Miss " Gunjan nodded and Mrs Tamana nodded, satisfied, as the bell rang. She turned back to dismiss the rest of the class, leaving Samrat and Gunjan in the hallway.

"Next time don't be late" Gunjan finally said as their class began to file out. Samrat opened his mouth to respond and turned to find her already swallowed up in the crowd. He ran a hand through his hair and blew out a breath as his friends approached him as he thought about the arguments that they had just had. Samrat didn't know why but he was keeping score but he was and at the moment it stood at Gunjan two and Samrat two, they hadn't gotten to finish their last argument.

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