As much Sweety went through most of the day with less to no arguments with anybody, she was thrown forth in Psychology class again. Just the thought of meeting Mr. Wilson crawled up her skin disturbingly.
It wasn't that he was a bad-looking person, instead he looked really good. But the way he looked at her yesterday felt... he wanted something from her and then leave her abandoned. She knew the feeling too well, having seen it happening many times. For a foreign guy to take interest in her just for something, meant he wanted sex.
Since that realization, her persona of a sensible and thoughtful Psychologist was aired away in dust.
Rob welcomed himself in cheers and smiles, after his eyes roamed and stayed on a certain pair of eyes which was the only one 'not' greeting him today, his eye brows made a small knit.
If anyone was wondering of his transformed expression from that morning, it was not a miracle or science of being happy and shit like that. A simple mug of coffee did the work.
After he had left the dining in fury of blaming everything around him for making his life difficult. He used to play games and do tech work, drink, eat pizzas and steal whoever, whenever! That life had become such a great part of him to miss incredibly. Yes it came with not much money and a shitty place to live but he enjoyed it still. He had it his own way, that's why.
And now that he was enforced upon such a stupid mission without his consent, it only turned him madder.
"Wait! I've been calling you a hundred and one times and you were not even stopping!"
"Get off my back, you weed!" He hurled his arms out in a stretch, hitting the poor wannabe's face, falling flat on his butt.
"Owwwwww...!"
"Shut up! You're not a werewolf!" As the teachers were arguing, boys went past them snickering in groups which were receiving glares from both of them, leading them to hurry up their legs.
"I know I am not a werewolf. But if you are comparing me to one, does that mean I look like Taylor?" Samuel's suggestion made Rob turn his back. "Wait! You didn't even listen what I was going to say to you." He went on inside the school corridors. "I have coffee!"
Samuel was sprawled on the ground, he inspected the dirt meanwhile, "That bell boy needs to be taught how to clean. There is so much dirt to damage a person's health and face!" Looking up he prepared to get up when a sudden frame surprised him, causing him to yell. "Ahhhhh!"
Rob clenched his jaws and fists, telling himself to keep in control. If it hadn't been the desire of caffeinated bean drink running down his throat, he would never ever had returned for this pain in the a-
"You sure have a tendency of shocking people! First, the girls are shocked from your looks and now you are surprising me all the time."
"Where is coffee? I'll pay you." Upon some help from his new-found 'friend' since he claimed to shake hands with strong competitors, he made a simple unsweetened coffee in a maker for Mr. Wilson. One man was going on talking while the other enjoying his short taste of freedom.
It could be well said, the drink lubricated his unworking brain cells to come up with an idea.
He needed to get close to Sweety Roulette.
Rob's eyes suddenly went to hers which were already looking at him in anger. His own rounded in impact. Did she hear him? Or he said it aloud? Shit.
No, not that kind of close, of course. She is a kid, he would never even think of doing that with her. He needed to get close to her emotionally. And with the Psychology subject being a direct link to it, Rob couldn't help his lips in smirking at his smart shot.
"Today there will be some exercise for you guys. A change in understanding people." He stretched his own hands one by one to its side just to bring up the scene. In the process, his tucked in shirt got loose, showing a hint of toned abs.
Girls wooed at the display, already excited in the new game. Sweety was also among them who didn't miss that. Rather than being provoked like others, she remembered the thief from last night.
As much men she encountered in newspapers, Television, none of the thieves appeared as athletic as the guy from last night. Somehow, Mr. Wilson fit the structure too. It created more doubt in the girl's mind as to what this man was here for. Something told her, he was not a teacher by profession since he did not act like the others.
"Okay. So here it is. We will play relay." Cheers surrounded after which Rob continued, "Now the twist is, the group which loses will have a counselling session with me. As for the winning group, the prize will be announced after the win. Don't make those faces, I might let you decide the prize!" Sweety rolled her eyes at that as the female population readied themselves to head the playground.
"How do we know if the winner gets a better prize or the loser? I think in both places we'll be lucky to spend any second with you." Gina Mehra ensured to not spare listeners from being comfortable around her. In fact, Sweety found the only girl with the shortest skirts was her.
"That... you have to play to find out. Whoa woah. Where are you going?"
Monica replied in a slutty way, the competition was already started, it seemed. "To the ground of course. Please let me chose players in my group, I don't like losing."
"But who said we need a ground and a scorching sun to play." The suggestion confused all, including Sweety who watched at the perverted man.
"We are playing right here, right now."
The series of mysteries from the teacher ended with hyperactive female hormones which was so high that other boys began feeling left out and absent. It won't come much of a surprise if they decided not to participate in.
Which Rob exactly had in his mind. He needed a few minutes with Sweety and in those minutes he'll make her ask help from him.
"You, you and you that side. You there come on hurry up. You, you, you there." He went on dividing the teams to engage them in this game.
In the end it was Sweety who was left the odd one out.
"She ain't playing? Good thing, since we need fast players." Jasmine said to which few of them snickered.
"Miss Roulette, chose your team."
The underlying favour for her from the teacher was clear to every individual present in the wide classroom. Except for the speaker himself possibly.
Sweety was shocked with the baffling display, to sway the attention from her, she quickly dashed to the opposite of Jasmine's team.
There were more boys than girls in that team, the fact didn't go unnoticed by Rob.
"Okay," he continued, ignoring the curious questions, "Pick up the chits one by one from your team bowls. Know this carefully, you will go to the place the chit says and upon finding the clue, the first team to gather together in the final ground will be the winner. Hurry on already!"
They came ahead synchronised to dip hands in bowls for each team. As they dispersed to find their place in this humongous school ground, Sweety was the last one to get to her side of the bowl, with a single chit remaining to be picked.
"You're the only one who followed my rule of picking up chit in sync." Rob praised.
She did not reply, stepping ahead to put her hand in it, when the round bowl was tipped to side, slipping the chit out.
"I'll get it for you."
She stood there sighing. He purposely pushed the bowl and was helping her in picking it. Times like these proved her theory right, he wanted something from her.
"What do you want from me?" Finally, she blurted out! The nagging problem in the back of her mind was out of her lips. This time she stood in patience while putting the perpetrator in deep thought.