"Sir? Mr. Wilson! Please wake up before Dean catches hold of you like this!" The man surely did not lack followers as Sweety encountered a crowd from girls hostel's main gate. The crowd was surrounded at the watchmen cabin.
Creeping closer she got to know the reason thereof.
"Why isn't he waking up?"
"You were being too harsh on him. Get aside, I'll wake him up." The said girl who Sweety did not recognize, sat on her knees, bringing Mr. Wilson's head on her folded knees. "Sir. I am Simran! I and my friends are trying to wake you up for your class. You were fallen out of the cabin door on the ground, we were so worried you were sick. Did last night's drinks take a lot of toll? Sir, are you listening? The stupid old watchmen went to Dean to inform about you. You need to get up-"
A splash of water on him was what brought him back to living world.
"What the-"
"Mr. Wilson!" Mrs. Diana Yard interrupted his chorus. "You are to report to my office immediately!" Dean took the now half plastic water bottle back with her, walking sturdily in her saree. Soon the crowd dispersed for good.
Since girls hostel was near to the incident, Sweety waited inside until Mr. Wilson was alone.
Rob had his eyes shut strictly, afraid that he would let out his anger on sighting anybody.
"This place is only getting worse for me." He muttered through his teeth. The gall of the Dean to treat him this way!
"Here." A familiar voice surrounded his ears. Remembering, he pulled down earphones around neck and shoved inside pocket. "Wipe your face with this."
When the voice continued he opened his eyes in confusion. Didn't he put her voice inside the pocket? But it wasn't the earphones speaking. She was in front of him with a hand towel stretched out.
Taking it from her, he wiped out his wet face while Sweety took her leave. "There is ten minutes left for school to begin. I should go."
"Did I drink too much? I must have." He chuckled, sneezing out a little. "I hate it when people command me and look at me now. Insignificant people are posing their rights on me." Sweety watched at the man, did he call Dean insignificant? And her too?
Not liking the last part she replied, "I am sorry if I intruded in your business Sir. I'll keep out." She left without waiting for a word.
As for Rob, he was once again thrown back into a misled conversation.
"I... I did not mean-" It was no use. She was gone. "How can such a fat girl walk this fast?" It was not like she was completely incapable of walking normally but except for her physique nothing else could be told apart from a regular framed girl.
From previous night, Rob grasped onto three important things,
Number 1, Julia Sanders was not what she showed herself to be. She appears to be on a mission just like him. Except a more dangerous one. She would do anything to ensure her work done. He found that much about her.
Number 2, Tyler is listening to same things as him. In fact, he could be recording it all and keeping hostage to blackmail him later. The possibility brought a bitter taste down his throat that the bread jam he was chewing felt saggy.
Lastly, he didn't know why but Sweety Roulette happened to misunderstand everything involving 'Mr. Wilson'. She was the only one who is making it way too difficult than necessary.
He remembered the last warning from Dean Diana. That was nothing to care but Tyler's warning was something he had to take under consideration. Or.. he might use his past against him.
"Darn these friends!" He cursed at Tyler. If only he could go back in time and avoid revealing such a sensitive information.
"What does anyone has to say of our next topic? Own personality." Rob's eyes roamed around the class yet in the corner of his eye he was focused on a certain girl seated in last row today.
"It is not easy to recognize own personality." One girl answered.
Another student raised hand for permission to which Mr. Wilson nodded. "The best way to know a personality would be to ask their closed ones what they feel about them or what they see in them which they themselves fail to notice."
He nodded appreciatively. Meer volunteered as well.
"Personality is strength."
"How?" Rob asked.
Sweety looked towards Meer seated in same row as her. "If one recognizes what they are, they are stronger because they know who they are."
"But that is the issue. Not everyone knows who they are." The class turned its head on the back row. It wasn't the teacher but Sweety who argued. Realizing she opened her thoughts aloud, she blinked and looked down avoiding her friend's gaze.
"Not bad. I like it when you kids are counter-active rather than bookish."
At the end of the class Mr. Wilson called after the dispersing students."Miss Roulette?"
Sweety gulped a small amount of saliva before facing back at him who spoke only after every other student was gone, including Meer who was about to join Sweety. Nonetheless, he had to leave without her.
"You seem to have forgotten of the assistant role you were supposed to do."
She had not forgotten, she was anxious to do with him; Her mind replied. Showing a small smile she said, "I am grateful you considered me suitable for the work but I believe Ritik will be better for it."
"Who?" His eyes scrunched comically in confusion. Seeing how he had a difficulty remembering students' names she explained, "The guy who always sits in the first bench. Wears glasses?"
Upon a while later, he registered the scholastically bookish guy.
"Nah. He's too busy in books. I don't have time until he'll be done." He threw out the suggestion with a flick of hand.
Sweety was left thinking what to say next.
"You are best for it. So, I want you to-" Rob's phone rang loudly. It was Tyler. "Just a sec." Unwillingly, he picked up the phone since that idiot was listening everything.
"Hi friend! We spoke only hours before and you already miss me!" Mr. Wilson accentuated his voice, earning him a look from Sweety before she looked somewhere else.
Making sure to move afar from the girl's hearing range he heard, "Tell her to give back the locket today itself. I can't listen to your nonsensical classes anymore. Do it or I will do it myself."
"If that was the case, then why did you send 'me' here." He said discreetly through his smiling teeth.
"I was watching if I could trust you again but you disappointed me once again." The teacher was working hard to keep up the cheering face but at a point he was not smiling at all, hiding it from Sweety.