Tyler's call arrived on Rob's cell phone, turning into 17th missed call. Imagining the mad scientist's face throwing his room of experiment into a disaster was a very good picture running in his mind. A work he praised himself timely.
"Sorry pal. Couldn't be there to see your face." He said holding his phone to his face. "Cuz there were better things for me to have. Like... you know who." He sent the voicemail to him then and there.
Stretching his leg out, which now consisted very dull pain after being bandaged. Rob put on the familiar earphones letting him listen to her heartbeat.
He figured Sweety was in her room now from the sound of the noisy fan on ceiling.
"Yes, I gave him that. But I don't know if he'll ask me out."
"Dude, you should have seen his face when we set you up with Colin. I bet he's definitely good to go."
"Yeah, we'll manage Colin. He's like my brother anyways."
Kirell had captured half of the room with her buddy girls, once again shouting and yelling of some random guy Sweety never heard of. Few minutes ago she was training her mind and soul to control their feelings but these girls had to interrupt with their brainless thoughts.
Reluctantly, she opened math book to solve sums. She was halfway concentrated in her problem when she heard her name.
"Hm?"
"I said you study too much. Come and enjoy with us sometimes." Garima, one of her roommate's friends offered.
Sweety took a glance of her roomie's face. Kirell was not seeing her at all. Or even if she did, she ensure not showing it. She knew why. Before holidays, they had a small quarrel which led them not meeting the other's gaze.
"No. I'll do this," she pointed her pen to the notebook.
Since she had an i-pod plugged in ears, they thought she wasn't listening.
"Yeah right. She doesn't have a 'manly' distraction for herself." Sweety heard one of them say that yet didn't stop writing.
"I guess men of our age were not enough to satisfy her." Another giggled.
"Are you saying she slept with guys our age? I don't think so," Kirell turned to glance her boring roommate, "She doesn't even wear shorts to begin with. And her legs aren't shaved either! So you guys should stop putting money on that tub."
"Really?" One of them made a cringing noise.
"Gruesome," another contributed.
"Lower your voices, will you? I'm trying to study." Sweety called them out.
Kirell, the upset one didn't leave the chance, "Why? Last I remember this is my room too. And my friends can come and go as they want."
Pausing the song she was listening, Sweety got up in a sitting position facing them. "Chatting when I'm asleep and sleeping when I'm awake won't trouble me much." Not wanting to give them the satisfaction she avoided the subject that she heard. "Okay it does!" Sighing Sweety started, "If you are upset of the cloth clips thing, sure you can put your clothes anywhere you want. Just take out the dried ones, its tiresome washing them again and again."
Kirell had that strict and rude face emerged until she gave in. "Sorry."
"Aw, you guys are really cute when it comes to friendship!"
"Now you all, get going in your rooms." Kirell shooed them off.
After they both were left alone Sweety said, "You lied to them deliberately. Didn't you?"
"What? I don't know what you're saying?" Her roomie focused on her curls instantly.
"About my legs." Kirell didn't answer. "Thanks. You're a good person."
"Am I?" The curly girl didn't leave a chance to boast herself.
Sweety chuckled at her charms.
"Hey, you found your locket! Show me," Kirell took it in her palm, "I've looked for pendent like this but found none. The closest one was made of steel and fake color!"
Sweety couldn't explain the joy hearing that. "Thank you!"
Rob couldn't help the scoff from escaping his mouth. "Who do you thing it belongs to huh?"
Back again at girls hostel, the roommates talked a lot of how sorry they were and what all they did during holidays.
Clearing her throat Kirell tied her curls in a bun before dwelling further, "So.. is there anything going with you two."
The soothing face shrunk hearing the same thing again and again.
"It's okay if you don't wanna talk. But frankly I am getting jittery here to know the details." Sweety was about to contradict. "Please say the truth. If there is something say the truth if there is not. Say the truth."
She searched her eyes which were genuinely wanting to know.
Instead of granting her request Sweety questioned, "Why are you interested so badly? I'm not like a very good friend to you. We only know each other by our same room status."
Kirell leaned close to her mate replying lowly, "Don't say this to anyone, well I know I can trust you but still just in case you'll say it by mistake..." the listener waited with a raised brow. "I really want to know how it goes with big men!!"
Taking a glance over the overexcited girl who was sprouting nonsense a while ago, Sweety couldn't grasp at the change of mood all that suddenly.
Trying to smile with difficulty, Sweety inquired, "Kirell, you are scaring me."
"Oh come one. Just say it."
"He used me for experiments! That was all." Sweety heard her own words and the more it repeated inside, she was falling apart the same.
Rob muttered, "Expected from you to blame it all on me." His sense told him she did it to keep herself safe but her putting the truth so far hit him like being discarded and abandoned.
The last he deeply felt the same was when his mother passed away. Leaving him abandoned.
"Yes." Her voice echoed his ears. Force ably he heard her next words. "He thought it won't create a problem and he must have hoped I wouldn't mind but I do. I do mind him lying to me. Using me to get what he wanted."
She thought that?? Well all that was technically true if he went through the events.
Shit.
"What he wanted? What was it?" Sweety was wide eyed, she revealed too much.
"Experiments. He found the answer to what he was looking for."
"And..?"
"And? And nothing. End of story."
Kirell chortled a rough laugh, "That's not the end. He's still after you which means he didn't get all that he wanted."
"What makes you say that?" She hoped her inquisitive roomie left the matter alone once and for all.
"Duh. I saw you both close at the basketball court. Now don't act innocent with me. I gave you a chance and you failed."
"But-"
"Nah. Nada. Nothing will work to convince me babe."
Kirell dramatically left her bed, making a crude face then showing it off on her own bed.
"I know you're acting." Sweety declared.
"That's where you're wrong. To make this more serious, I'll show you who is 'acting'!" With that the curly slim girl sturdily exited the room like a hurt mother-in-law.
Rob was so disturbed from last night of Sweety's confession that he almost packed his bags to return to his home. And just when he was gloomy, Samuel roofed in to turn the game on.
Thankfully, he didn't drink too much. Early drunkenness caused him to lose sleep by 4 am. He would have slept more if not for the stink in his room from the strong local brands this guy arranged.
He went for a walk after spraying his room with loads of perfume. It was a high time.
Taking rounds he came across the hostel for girls. It's gates were guarded heavily compared to other buildings. Yet it was nothing for him to cross over. But he wasn't here for that today.
Since this part of the city was in extreme east, the sun was already coming out. Roaming his eyes up around his eyes went all over until he supposedly caught something.
Turning his pint back on the corner of the window on the top floor. A waist was visible to him.
He waited to see who it belonged to but before that, the woman bent her upper body backwards in a straight line. She must be supporting her weight with palm of her hands and steady feet. From his point it was spectacular seeing it. Close to unexpected since she did not have a slim stomach.
Her back was covered with two folds on each side and the front had a feminine figure.
It was when she came to her original position, he saw her stretching out and taking off her shirt.
Rob was about to look away until the said woman came to the window he was peeping through, showing her thin sweaty face and neck adorned with the same locket he passed away as a gift to her.
His throat was dry seeing her only in a thin stripped bra which accentuated her breasts ampler.
That fool was standing there rooted, repeating the picture of Sweety half naked. He just saw a fat kid naked and he was lusting over her!
"There is really something wrong with this world. She is supposed to be fat. Then how is she able to bring this out in me?! Fat shouldn't be desirable!!"
A watchman saw him babbling to no one. Leaning close, he inquired, "You doing good Sir?"
"It's not supposed to happen! It is not. Supposed. To happen!" He yelled at the poor watch guard who was confused about nothing.