"Okay, grab up your opposite sex and stand in a group of two!" That was the instruction given by Clown Wilson the second they dispersed from the school bus onto the open grounds close to a never-ending forest.
For Rob, it was nothing less to a horror movie where they came to have fun but will end up being lost and their bodies never found.
"Excuse me?" he interjected to the Psychiatrist, "There are not equal number of gender here. Males outnumber females."
"Correct Mr. Wilson." Again, that wink. All Rob wanted was to gauge out those pupils of his , flickering more than necessary. "Alas, you have to chose a girl fast!"
'Fast' was the catchword for the boys who never moved this swiftly in basketball games.
"You there! Romeo!" Rob called the guy who actually acted like a Romeo now to catch hold of a girl beside him. "You are supposed to chose, not pull them to yourself! Have you ever pulled a ball like that while training?" He reminded him.
The boy, Ritik scratched the back of his neck, appearing embarrassed but Rob knew he was rejoicing the attention. Jasmine was the one he chose to stand next to. As that was done, he remembered of Sweety.
Suddenly searching for her frantically, he thought no one would want to stand next to her as they did not like her that much.
"Alright and the ones, left single shall come and stand behind me."
Rob looked and found Sweety, satisfaction running through veins to see exactly what happened. He won't remain mad at her if she just avoided this crazy man's play.
He had averted his eyes away when he saw her coming forward to stand behind the clown when unexpectedly Meer went close to her and spoke something.
Where are my phones? He asked himself, hastily plucking it in.
"Mr. Wilson, this isn't a time to listen songs!" Their Event host tried interrupting and Rob was not the one to give a shit.
"What do you say of partnering with me?"
"You don't have to do that out of force. I'll just stand back, the place is really beautiful to admire at!" Surprisingly her voice showed the excitement on her face. In his continuous mode of hearing her, Rob had come to acknowledge different tones of Sweety which said a lot than what she actually felt.
"Why? Did you not come here to participate like others?"
His eyes went pendulum on the two of them, right then left then back to right again.
She did not stop smiling. "All I wanted was to do something on my own wish! Coming here was my wish and I am very happy with that much."
Meer caught up to her unsaid words though. "You're saying, someone was preventing you from coming here?" The moment he uttered that, Rob felt an immense stroke of guilt within himself. Instinctively her eyes drifted to him, he averted immediately.
"It's not that. Let's just go and stay by Sir Wilson's side incase he'll need our help." Meer looked like he wanted to scrutinize further but she was already walking up to where Rob was standing.
"Mr. Wilson! Mr. Wilson!"
"Huh?" He drew his attention from the girl to the white beard. What an unsightly change of eye-candy, he thought.
"I've been calling your name for so long but all you do is listen your songs. Which was it?"
"What?"
"Which song were you listening?" De Wilson asked.
"Uh, I..."
"Tell me later." Turning back to the kids he told them to do something which they agreed and competitively went ahead starting the game.
Rob was not the least bit interested to know what it was, his mind stuck on what she said. How could anyone affect him so much with their simple words to grip him like a hook attacked forever! That was exactly how he felt.
Clown asked the left out guys to go and check upon the participants to see if they are doing the activity as per rules.
"And you my Sweety," Rob bored daggers in this clown's eyes when he called her like that. "You come with me. Our Mr. Wilson seems too busy in his songs."
What?!
This old bastard!
"Sir Wilson!" The poor, old British was not used to hearing such good manners from the notorious ones and he knew how naughty has this name-copier had been since the start. Rob saw the man looking at him peculiarly, ignoring it he said, "Why don't I go and check the students with Sweety. Your knees won't help you in this age."
He took Sweety's arm from the other side and began walking fast with her.
"You...! You... scoundrel! How dare you insult me with my age!" As serious the words read to be, it sounded comical coming from the clown's mouth. "That too in front of a lady! Preposterous! You cunning man!" His tantrums did not end until they both had to super walk for ten minutes at least.
Sweety had been frantically calling out Rob to slow down or return back as the Psychiatrist needs their help but he pretended deaf to all that.
Resigned to it, she had to carry on her legs until he finally decided to stop, releasing her arm.
"We need to head back." She turned to start.
Swiftly, he pulled her arm landing her right into his arm as he rested his against her waist. It was good they both were panting at least, Sweety could blame her pants on the power walk slash jog they had because her brain was suggesting her a different reason for sudden increase in beats.
"I am sorry." He heaved out. "I am sorry to... force you in not attending the event. I had no right and I hurt you. I am sorry."
Sweety now understood what the ruckus was all about. He was feeling so bad that he wanted to tell her that in person.
"It's fine!" She smiled. Ah, that smile. Now he knew why she attracted every eye on the road including the strays like the Clown.
He must have been staring at her face for too long cuz she looked down cutting out his focus. Then he noticed he was making her uneasy.
"Oh, sorry." He released his hold from her. Seeing her this close to him, he figured she wasn't exactly a fat girl. Only specific areas gathered fat. Her arms and legs to be precise.
"You must be doing belly exercises. Your stomach is flat compared to your other parts." He let out his observation.
At first, Sweety was surprised hearing it. She did not expect someone to voice out that detail. Mostly, people passed by her and officially stamped her fat due to her arms and thighs but this was a first one to actually know the truth.
"Actually, any exercise first impacts on my belly. I have done a lot and all I get is a sturdy torso but still fat." She predicted he will laugh at her now but he seemed to be in deep thinking, observing her the entire time.
"I will help you. I'll show you some exercises impacting on your arms and legs."
That's it? He had no jokes, no comments like 'Come on, how's that possible?' or 'Stop it, you're just lying and too lazy to exercise.' Nothing, nothing at all.
"Why are looking like I spoke a different language?" He asked seeing her odd face.
"No... nothing."
Rob pulled his shirt sleeves, warming up, "See, this is how you do it..."
"Now? A-Are you going to show me now? Sir must be waiting for us there." She notified him of the important thing at hand.
He waved her concerned hand, "Don't bother the clown. Let him hop and find us." Continuing his task, he showed her, "Stretch one leg out, build pressure on it by letting the behind leg to bend..."
Not that Sweety could correct a teacher from saying such things of another. Fortunately, she memorized the moves quickly. That way they could return sooner.
"You learn well and your moves are smooth. You will have a toned body to show off girl." He lightly punched her shoulder. Sweety merely smiled, knowing nothing else to do.
"Mr. Wilson, get back my student you kidnapped from me right at this instant!" A loudspeaker reverberated the clown's tingly sound which tingled like a pesky bee on his body.
"On cue..." he made a running stance to which Sweety immediately mimicked. "Three..." She waited for him to complete but he was gone!
"Hey!" That cheater!