Chapter 4
The School's Most Popular Jock Smooches The Head Cheerleader... So Cliche!
A bucket of black goo was thrown on my face, making it all dirty and smelly. The only thing sensible now was to puke and that's what I did but then some kind of thick liquid poured down... I shrieked.
"OH MY FREAKING FUDGENUTS!!! I NEED A SHOWER," I shouted as my eyes shot open. Laughter. Laughter everywhere was all I witnessed. My eyes wandered off to Virat and Neil who were laughing like orangutans (How do I know they laugh like that? Oh please... it's obvious, isn't it?) while Imagine was busy licking my face.
Oh. Ooohhh! That was a dream and Imagine's saliva was the black goo. GROSS!
"You guys are so dead," I spat at my brother and Virat. I threw my covers, clenching my fists, and before they knew it, I started punching them both.
Well, who was I kidding? Those six pack dudes probably thought I was giving them a massage. "It's not funny, I could've died due to a heart attack." I glared at them and then patted Imagine. "Aww, Ginnie... did the dorks bully you?" I cooed at him. In case you're wondering, 'Ginnie' is what I call Imagine. Get it? No, my nicknames aren't funny!
"Now that you've finally woken up, go get ready. We'll be late for school," Neil said.
"Get. Out. Both. Of. You," I growled, shooting them a death glare. Of course, Neil knew I was now in my 'extremely terrible angry mode' so he scurried out, dragging Virat with him.
Getting up, I walked over to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I took a quick shower and threw on the first thing I could find in my closet. In less than a minute, I was dressed in my black jumpsuit and Coco (Yes, my converse!!!) with my hair tied into a neat pony. I glanced out of my other bedroom window which showed the view of the neighbour's room. And guess who's the neighbour who uses that room? None other than Virat Jerk Vadhera. Ain't a lucky?
The worst thing is, I can see what he does and he can see what I do. Which equals to a total disaster! Why oh why didn't Jeevika or even Zee take that room? Why Virat?
I went downstairs with Imagine at my heels, only to find Mum and Neil chatting happily with Virat. Oh so now that Jerk is planning to come close to my family so he can destroy everything!
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked Virat, my voice cold.
"Maanvi, is that how you talk to guests? And anyways, Virat, here is a gentleman so I would appreciate it if you don't insult him all the time," Mum shot back.
I scoffed. "Gentleman? He's anything but a gentleman."
"Ouch! That hurt, Peaches," Virat replied, faking hurt and placing his heart above his chest. I rolled my eyes at that.
"Do not call me, Peaches, you arrogant jerk! I can see what you're doing here. Becoming friendly with my Mum so you can come over to disturb me any time," I replied back.
"That's enough, Maanvi. He's doing no such thing. In fact, he was just sitting on his front porch and I was the one who called him in," Mum replied.
"Whatever," I muttered, eating my sausages and sandwich.
"Erm.. Maanvi?" Neil said, breaking the silence.
"Hmm?"
"I ... uh .. am going to Jayden's home now. We'll leave school from there... and then I'll be going to his home again after school ends... so uh... Virat will give you a ride. To school and back," He said, nervously. I chocked on my food.
"What? Nope... I'm not going with him," I replied plainly.
"Well, I'm sorry but please? I'm coming to the dinner anyway," Neil pleaded.
"Simply no."
"Please?"
"No."
"Well you have no other option, anyway," Mum broke in. "You're going with Virat and that's final." Her eyes were twinkling with mischief as she tried to put on a stern face. No! I hope it's not what I think it is!! Please... NO!
You don't know my Mum. At this time, she's probably planning on how many kids me and Virat are gonna have and where are we going to live after that. She's making future plans! No... a big NO!!
"Come on, Peaches. It's not like I'm gonna eat you something. I'm offended," he said making a face as if he was offended. Oh I knew I was just another one of the girls he wants to play with. Hunh! That's what he does to all of the girls. First uses them and then throws them away as if they're just toys. I hate him!
"Fine." I scowled at all of them and made my way to the door. A shining blue Cadillac was standing outside and I took my time to admire it. Of course, nothing out of the ordinary! There are thousands of Cadillacs here but this particular one was something else. It had some other charm. Maybe it was the colour? I don't know.
"Take your time, Peaches," Virat smirked, making his way towards the car.
"T-that's yours?" I asked.
"Yep," he replied, popping the p.
"You know I hate you right?" I said getting inside after him. He didn't even have the manners to open the door for me! Dork. He just rolled his eyes.
"Are we done, now? It's not even 8:00 and you're already in such a bad mood. You can definitely write your hate speeches afterwards," he said, frustration quite evident.
I looked at him and now that I finally did, I took my time... again! His muscles were quite visible in the white shirt he was wearing. His dark blue jeans fitted him perfectly and his hair was still wet.. probably from the shower. My eyes wandered to his soft pink lips... they weren't chapped like mine. Kissing him wouldn't be bad, I guess... Oh god no! I did not just say that. Did I just admit he was kissable? No no no!! But yes he his... oh freaking no... what's up with me. I took a deep breath and suddenly the familiar scent hit my nose. Ah!! The honey and cinnamon laced with vanilla scent made me want to drool. Grrr... what the heck?
"Done staring at me?" Virat asked, a smirk on his face. I realized I was gawking at him and then I quickly averted my eyes, a blush crept up on my cheeks. Folding my arms, I stared ahead.
"Pshh! I was so not staring," I said too quickly and instantly wanted to slap myself. It was so unconvincing! The best Oscar award goes to ... guess who?... Maanvi so stupid Chaudhry!!
"Yeah right," he replied sarcastically. "So tell me, Peaches, why do you hate me so much?"
Oh right! As if it wasn't obvious...
"Why do I hate you so much? Gosh! There are so many reasons. First, you annoy the shit out of me. Second, you've decided to make my life living hell. Third, you're just a player. Fourth, I hate Bad Boys and you happen to be one. Fifth, you're a jock and most of the jock's are arrogant. Sixth, you're a freaking narcissist and you think the world only revolves around you. Seventh, you think that just because you're hot, all of the girls will fall on your feel. Well snap out of your dreamworld, Jock!" I ranted, directing all my anger towards him but all I got for a reply was a laugh.
"What?" I snapped.
"How do you do that? I mean... how do you rant? Oh wait... did you just admit, I'm hot?" Another smirk crept up on his lips. I huffed and ignored him. If possible the scarlet patch on my cheeks was getting even deeper. Hate him!
Stupid idiot of a jock!
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He pulled up outside the school. I got out of the car and glanced around. There was a huge crowd outside and all eyes were on us. Oh sorry... Virat! I looked over at him and rolled my eyes. Apparently, he was doing his 'big show' right now. When he finally got his ass out of the car, he swung his leather jacket around his shoulder. Then he dramatically took his shades out and inserted it in his back pocket of his jeans. He stretched and pretended to yawn so that his muscles flex and his shirt did nothing to hide it. Haven't you seen it in movies? These kind of scenes are definitely shown in slow motion.
"Are you done?" I fake yawned. "This... is so boring."
He looked at me and scowled. "Way to spoil a moment, Peaches!"
I swear I could hear the girls around school sighing with admiration. Just as I was about to retort, a girl wearing the cheerleading uniform came running towards him. You would never want to set eyes on the school cheerleading uniform. It's the epitome of vulgar-ness! With shorts... oh sorry make that 'hot pants' and a crop top which barely reaches the waist, the girl flung her arms around his neck and giving him a smooch. Yuck, they were practically sucking each other's faces. I made a face and looked at the girl. Oh did I forget to mention that she's my so-called arch-enemy, Miss Heather Levine, who happens to be the captain of the cheer squad? Maybe not.
This could definitely be in the newspaper as the front headline - The school's most popular jock smooches the head cheerleader... so cliche!
After what seemed like hours, Heather finally broke the kiss. "Oh Virat-kins! I missed you so much."
"Virat-kins? Wow!" I scoffed folding my arms above my chest.
"Oh Maanvi! I didn't notice you. What? Are you lost?" She asked innocently. I gave her a smirk.
"Well well, your boyfriend here, just gave me a ride and he promised me that he'll leave me to my class. If you have any problem then please tell me." Of course it was just bullshit! Virat never promised me that he'll walk me down to the class but then I didn't want to give Heather the opportunity to humiliate me.
Virat gave me a questioning glance but I glared at him instead. He nodded with a knowing smile.
"Is that true, Virat-kins?" Heather pouted her lips and I almost had to resist the urge to puke. What does she think? That everyone would kiss her on the lips when she pouts. As if answering my question, Virat gave a peck on her lips. Ew! So yuck... I've been mentally scarred!!
"I'm sorry Heather. You know I never break promises!" He gave her a quick hug and walked to the school entrance with me walking beside him. After we were out of ear shot, Virat cocked his head towards me. "Was I really going to walk you down to class now? If you wanted you could have just asked," he smirked, giving me a wink.
Rolling my eyes, I said, "That's was a lie because I didn't want to be humiliated. Plus, you owe me at least that much. You're keen on destroying my life so one lie wouldn't hurt. As for asking you to walk me down to the class, well I'm not even interested. So, you can go back to your girlfriend."
Heather was not exactly his girlfriend... no she wasn't. People just wanted to give them that tag but everyone knows what all they do behind each other's back. So much for being the 'it' couple.
"Does that mean I'm being used? Ouch!"
"Obviously... why would I walk around with you any-"
"Maanvi!!" Sophie's voice cut me and I glanced behind me. She tackled me with a hug, almost making me fall, and giggled.
"Soph, are you alright? You don't sound so grumpy today," I stated. Usually, she's grumpy in the morning because she doesn't get to continue her 'beauty sleep'. Today, however, she was acting extra enthusiastic.
"Guess what? I made it into the school band!" She shrieked. I hadn't even bothered to check my email if I was selected or not but I was genuinely happy for her.
"Wow! That's amazing... I'm so happy for you," I said, hugging her.
"Congratulations!" Virat butted in, offering Sophie a smile. A smile? Well, I wouldn't be wrong in saying that he looked extra handsome with a smile. Just the sight of it made my heart skip a beat and I mentally face palmed myself.
"Thank you," Sophie said, awkwardly. "So.. erm I heard you're Maanvi's new neighbour now?" Raising her eyebrows, she looked at both of us. I had forgotten to tell her about it but then how did she come to know.
"How do you know?" I asked voicing my thoughts. She rolled her eyes, "Why wouldn't I know? The whole school's talking about it."
"Oh god no," I groaned. Virat was smirking, his eyes twinkling with amusement. What was so amusing about it?
"Em, I'll catch up with you later. I have to go and talk to James," she said before running away. James was her brother who, let me tell you, is an annoying brat. I sighed loudly, reaching up to my locker and opening it.
"What are you still doing here?" I asked Virat with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't break promises, remember?" He winked at me as I grunted.
"Yeah right! Did I ever mention that I hate you?"
"Yes, you did, but you and I both know that you love me," he said, pushing me back against the locker, his hands on both sides of my face. He was so close that I could smell the honey and cinnamon scent coming from him, his breath fanning my face. It was this closeness that made me nervous and I couldn't focus on anything around me.
"I. Do. Not. Get that inside the thick head of yours," I growled, finally finding my voice back.
"Like that's ever going to happen. Face it, the good girl always falls for the bad boy in the end," he said, giving his usual smirk.
"Well, guess I'm in luck because I'm not really a good girl." I smirked back, although he and I both knew it was a lie. The truth is, I am a good girl and it sucks. "Not to mention, I can't stand bad boys like you, jock." Pushing him away from me, I strolled away towards my class. He followed suit.
"What is it now? Didn't I make it clear that I can't stand you?" I asked.
"I'm still walking with you to class."
"Whatever, jock," I replied, emphasizing on 'jock'.
"Would you stop calling me that?" He asked.
"You call me Peaches so why can't I call you jock?"
"Fair enough. Peaches Hearts Jock... sounds good," he muttered.
"I need to throw up," I snorted.
"Here we are," he said, stopping before my class. I nodded and walked inside. "Aren't you supposed to same something?" He shouted.
"Hmm... what exactly?" I said faking confusion and pretending to think.
"It starts with a 'th' and ends with an 'anks'," he replied.
"Thanks... oh! Well thanks, jock," I said, actually smiling.
"You're welcome, Peaches," he replied, a small smile on his lips.
Who thought Virat Vadhera can smile and that too a heartwarming one?
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Author's Note
Thanks for the comments, everybody! I'm sorry for the late update.
Please ignore all the grammatical errors or typos.
Thank you!
Love,
Stella
Edited by Stella_8D - 11 years ago
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