It was more than 30 minutes for Sweety to be seated with Mr. Wilson and yet there was not a single assignment given to her regarding his experiment.
Upon thinking, she remembered how grim he appeared after the call with his friend.
Ten minutes later she came up with a point, "Sir, I have to leave for next class..." She left the sentence in hanging hoping for him to understand but he merely put back the pen on table which he was playing with for the past so many minutes.
Rubbing the handle of her bag, she was contemplating to take and leave.
"If I tell you to give me something will you do it?"
His toppling question wavered her determined mind to stare back at the man.
Rob met her grilling eyes, "Will you do it?" he repeated.
Bending over the table he supported on his elbows to wait for her answer.
"What do you want me to do?" She was feeling like she was being tested and rather than participating in it, she wanted to divert it away.
"That is not an answer. Didn't you understand my English?" Another look at him, she was aware he was being dead serious and that his friend must have said something to depress his mood this way.
"It will depend on what you want from me." She answered finally looking down.
"Will you say the same thing to Meer?"
Her eyes jumped up to meet his. Thinking of it she said, "Yes."
"And if it was your father, mother or other family members who wanted something from you, will you do it no matter what they ask?"
"My answer will stay the same. I will listen to what they want and then only will decide if I want to give them what they want." She firmly stayed to the point.
Her deadpanned response calmed his heart. Even if Tyler tried getting the locket from her he won't be able to do it without a fight.
"That's all for today. You can leave now. Enjoy your classes." He merrily declared. Whatever the intention behind the questioning was, Sweety was sure she passed it from the stress free look he had when she left cabin.
Amused by his weird acts, she went on to the next class. On the stairs, she saw Jasmine and her group descending. Keen on avoiding them, she took the library on the left to hid and wait until they passed.
With a turn of events, they happened to seek refuge in library itself blocking the only entrance to escape.
Blaming her stupidity she began wondering how to get back in the class. And why was Jasmine not in class?
"...must be having eyes on selected guys. Who have you chosen?"
Jasmine snickered, "Why do you want to know?"
"Oh come on. We can't take one of your choices, can we? So... got anyone in your mind?"
Sighing, the class bunker honored, "I had many boys darling. There is a man I want."
The girls cheered for her, who did not even heed to the librarian's warnings. As for Sweety, she was still a couple steps away from door.
"Who is it?"
"Ah, let me guess. The new teacher."
"This weekend, a free treat to you from my side." Jasmine rewarded the guesser.
"Yay!" Sweety couldn't help but lean into their conversation now.
"All I can think of is him. He is not leaving my senses very easily. Not until I get what I want at least." They laughed followed by the sulky librarian's glares.
"So what's the plan? What can we do?"
Jasmine's followers eagerly awaited her instructions.
"This time it is me who will do everything. He is a special man. Someone I didn't see in any other for a long time. You all, don't even try hitching close to him." They swore to death about that.
One of the group members ejected, "But that girl, Sweety is it?" Sweety peeped from the book spaces placed in the rack she was hiding behind. Jasmine's face squared hearing her name. "That one is always lurking around him. Don't you think you should warn her too?"
Sweety pursed her lips watching the talker who was complaining of her and making her look like she was interested in a teacher.
Smirking at that Jasmine said, "She is so ugly and fat that Mr. Wilson had to spare a look on her in pity. Isn't he so... good? She complimented him sensually. "Don't worry, I'll take care of her. She is my classmate, who better to take care of her than me?" Jasmine fluttered her eyes in conclusion.
Sweety turned from the group, coming out of her hiding place. "You don't have to worry. There is nothing going on between Mr. Wilson and me. And how could you all think of our teacher that way? Miss, you didn't stop them too?" She inquired from the ignorant librarian who ignored this too.
"You want to do lectures? I'll recommend your name for morning speech. You know what happens there, right? Everyone sleeps hearing them."
"Quiet down Neha." Jasmin soothed the girl, staring at Sweety interestingly, "Finish what you have to say."
Preparing herself, Sweety opened her mouth. "I said, there is nothing going on like you all believe."
"How can you prove that?" Jasmine prompted. "A teacher and student seeing each other is not a big deal. What can you do to prove there is nothing from your side?"
"I am not doing anything. Either believe my word or I don't care."
She successfully left the library only then but not without hearing exaggerated gasps the girls and few others in library passed after she left. If the time wasn't going too good, midway on the stairs she encountered with another acquaintance of Mr. Wilson.
"You. Are you still going after Frank like others?"
Sweety expected Julia Sanders to taunt her again for eavesdropping last night but the mention of some Frank knitted her brows.
"Frank Wilson. That's his first name. And I thought you both were getting along." Julia cleared the suspicion in her mind. It was good he wasn't involved with anyone or she would have had an obstacle to finish. Eyeing the girl up and down, she passed down two stairs before pausing to look to her side.
"Remember." Sweety jerked on attention, facing the woman to listen. "Know who you are. A student. He is not your age to seduce or tame with. Remember that very well."
Sweety neither nodded nor agreed with her warning. Mostly because she was aware she was not into that man the way the females of this school acted out to be.
"Is this called jealousy?" She asked herself while absent mindedly going back to classroom. "Jealous ladies." She added to the lot of them, rolling her eyes she hoped the rest of the day would go without a mention of 'Mr. Frank Wilson'.