It was not incorrectly said that a person is best understood from his actions. Rob was proving that right by sneaking in the hostel room where Sweety was staying in.
All he needed to do was get in, look out for a nice, cosy spot to rest and when it's time, he'll snatch back his chain from that girl. That would free him from listening to these funny-language speaking people.
Jumping from the high wall surrounding the building which was double the height of boys hostel.
Did they think only boys were the crazy ones to sneak inside girls hostel and not the other way round? How racist!
He was frowning upon the outdated beliefs surrounding here when he crashed too close to a lady servant.
It was good for him that she was carrying an ample amount of uniform sets which covered her sight to come across him before too late.
Being saved from caught, he ensured keeping his mind focused this time.
Tip by toe, he reached to the quarters of new comer college students, where've mimicked a pose of washing the walls sometimes. Since they were new, it was a good source to bet that they were unaware of only lady maids and servants working in Ladies hostel.
"Who are you?" Rob froze on spot watching the wall he was washing or 'acting to wash'. Quickly pulling his cap forward, he turned slightly to the side for indicating he was listening.
It was one of the girls from Psychology class. He knew it from the snake tattoo on her right hand. Back then, she was flirting with him openly and shamelessly.
In other times, he would have had the girl for night but here he was a teacher to these kids and such a thought became repulsive than attracting.
"Washer." He answered quickly. Staying here, he caught up on an accent from the locals. They spoke too fast in English, as if they don't want others to know they know half of nothing about speaking English. Which was a great way of escaping embarrassment effectively.
"Hey, Monica! Mam is calling for you! Urgently!!"
Monica flared her curls behind her neck, giving a last look to the man then joining the other girl.
Rob kept up with his act, his heart beating high which was normal for him when he undertook such activities for at least 4 pizzas. Ah, he wanted to drink beer tonight.
"Aren't there only female workers here?" Monica's loud question thundered the corridors concerning of a man present among the women. Her voice was also heard by Rob, evaporating his good wish of eating or drinking anything.
"Yeah. You have a problem?"
"Unless, she's a lesbo she doesn't." Hearing them, Monica went ahead to explaining her encounter with a good looking washer man.
Unfortunately for the curious girls, the guy was long gone leaving them in another discussion.
"Good looking or not, I'll give my share of clothes to him immediately!"
"Me too. Where is he, Monica?"
"I was sure he was here a second ago! Where did he go?" Monica shouted bossily, leading the unemployed girls going about to find out just that.
As for Rob, he had already initiated detour option in his plan. The locket will have to wait a little longer. He has a week anyways. Confidently, he reached to the same wall to climb back outside when a soft pair of slippers was audible to him.
Cautiously, he stood still. The sound of the girl paused exactly behind him, he knew he was caught. Without a thought he ran to the wall in a sprint for making the perfect leap he mastered in.
Reaching his room and depositing in his bed finally with a huff he promised, "I should use earphones then." With that promise, he fell asleep clad in boots and tracksuit.
Sweety should have reacted at least something while coming to put her wet clothes in the open yard. But it was a normal chore which surely didn't require exaggerating facial muscles in a good way. Yet, encountering a thief and not reacting even when he climbed from the wall so easily like his everyday job. Frankly, she was amazed with his skill to bother calling an audience.
"Hey, newbie." She snapped her head to the caller, "What're you doing this late outside? Get in before warden finds you." The said informer went on her business, Sweety watched the wall once again before working her legs to finish the job.
Each day for the girl was a new adventure, it was always so different which confused her in being threatened or getting used to it. The starting point was the uniforms. In previous school, she used to wear a shirt and frock to match the basic look which was common in Mumbai.
In Odisha's International School, she was given a shirt, skirt and tie to level up. The clothes were formal and nicely attired but as she looked around to find her fellow mates struggling in keeping the level of skirt so high, one jump and they will show their undies completely.
"Not like that. Fold the skirt-waist three times on hip to get the sexy, formal look. That's how we international students are supposed to be." Jasmine explained and helped others to level up the mark.
Instinctively, Sweety glanced down to her own skirt length coming a finger below knees. Last she checked, the skirt was her perfect size, so how did the girls manage to fold it three times! If she so much as put a hand inside her skirt, the hooks will fall apart.
"Don't you want to be ready? It's the first day with uniform. Dazzle up your look, everyone is watching." Jasmine said to Sweety.
Amounting up enough courage, the girl tried to do it like them when bell rang indicating them to leave for breakfast immediately. Though she didn't endure the pain of messing with her clothes, she did receive eye rolls and comments for 'not up to standard'.
The environment never was so cheesy for boys and men in their dining which was apart from the ladies dining. The males in server and being served sides never seemed to open their eyes for another too early morning unnecessarily.
Thus, when a lonesome weed is formed among the lot of dead grass, won't the plants get competitive?
"Can I sit here?" Rob was invisible among the dead grass lot. How the hell did this ugly weed get hold of him was beyond description.
"No."
"Thanks." The weed sat triumphantly opposite him. "I am Samuel Works. You don't have to introduce yourself, you're the famous Mr. Wilson who took my spot of most attractive teacher overnight!" Rob was silent still. The extra work from last night made him physically deteriorated. Plus, this weeds energy was adding up to the depression.
Samuel began cutting four eggs he had for himself, accompanied with equal pieces of bread and two small butter cones. His eyes shifted to his companion's plate. "You're eating only a bread? Is this the secret of your handsome face? Come on, share some stuffs with me, I promise to give you tips for a good looking, flawless face too!"
"You know what I want?"
"What?"
"A large cup of coffee. Which this stupid school doesn't sell any!" Rob pushed his chair back soundly, gaining attention quite to open eyelids of boys an inch or two bigger, including that of Mr. Former Attractive Teacher.