"Hey, do you have those biscuits?" Kirell was detangling her long curls while Sweety was folding the blankets.
"Again? Don't you get bored eating the same biscuits?"
"You're the only one who has them."
Fetching it from her cupboard, she gave the entire packet to Kirell. "At least someone is eating Aunt Maliah's biscuits! I once told her they were tasty and since then she ensured to bring the same biscuit on every visit."
In between her munchings, Kirell sympathized, "I can have all of it?"
"Sure but aren't you eating breakfast today?"
"I'm bored eating cornflakes. When is Wednesday coming? I want omelettes!"
"Wednesday was yesterday," Sweety informed. Tying the last lace on her shoe, she did a check over on her uniform.
"Then I miss them already!"
"Kay, kay, let's go now."
They hurried up to the class. Sweety took her usual seat on the second-last as the last one was occupied with Meer and Baban.
"Why don't you sit with your roomie?" Meer's question led her brows to form a small knot.
Seeing Kirell seated with the Colin guy and other girls, she faced Meer, "Don't you want me to sit here? If that's so then you can move, I am not leaving my desk." After her answer, she haughtily looked ahead, a minute wasn't gone when she turned again. "Why the question though?"
"All your girls scout do that. Except for the ones with boyfriends." He eyed the rest of the class with the expression, 'See for your self.'
"But... I already stay with them half day and whole night-"
"Exactly! I don't get it why they again and again want to sit with the same folks they see every day!"
"Woah. You okay?" Sweety switched her gaze on Baban to see if he knew anything.
"Don't you dare open your mouth." Meer warned Baban, "Or I'll-"
"He likes a girl from hostel!" Baban threw out the words before his bench mate could finish. Meer had his fist formed in punch for the outcome.
"Hey! Don't you dare touch him. He only said the truth." Taking Meer's attention on her rather than the grinning Baban, "Why were you hiding it from me? Forget it, who is she? Tell me her name."
Baban contributed. "I knew you'd save me from this hulk." He opened his mouth with all the teeth for her to view.
"Get out of here before I kick you! Remember my accidental kick?" Baban got up from the seat, pretending upset. In the next step he sat beside Sweety.
She laughed at the commotion happening, her voice attracting gazes on her unknowingly.
"Tell me! Who is the girl you like?" Sweety persisted, once she stopped.
Sweety expectantly waited for his answer.
"Not now Swee-"
"Just tell it already! Or I can ask Baban for details, would you like that? He forming different stories or you revealing truth?"
Sweety had her determined stature that she missed her friend's signals for keeping her mouth shut.
"Miss Sweety Rowan Roulette!" The impending voice caused the hair on her body to erect in attention. Meeting Meer's sorry eyes as if saying- 'That's why I said not now', Sweety mechanically turned to her desk, standing up in her place looking down. It was then she noticed, the class was quite which she stupidly ignored while playing with Meer.
"What did I say about looking at me when talking?"
She did as he reminded. Rob had been telling himself it was nothing extraordinary to see an extra curvy woman with nothing but her bra doing Yoga in mornings.
Yet as he instructed her to meet his eyes, he could not hide the picture from coming in front of his view. Somehow managing the urge, he closed his eyes for few seconds then directed on hers.
"You had something interesting going on there with your friend. Care to share?" He was fixedly watching her eyes which had begun roaming around the white walls, something she did when he asked a complicated thing.
"I um.." the girl wiped off sweat from her forehead, the process leading her hand to come to her neck and collar bone.
Oh damn. A lucky drop near her ear made way to her neck down and down until disappearing into her shirt.
"Why are you sweating all of a sudden?" His unkempt words came out harsh resulting in the students goofily peering at him. "Go and take some medication."
"I'm fine- Alright! I'll go!" She agreed quickly from his menacing stare.
The moment she exited the room, he breathed a sigh of relief discreetly. "So. Where was I last class?"
What does he thinks of himself? "Like he knows me better than myself! I was sweaty because of nervousness. Did he want me to say that in front of everyone?" Sweety muttered alone while dreading to have to step in Sick bay again. The last time she was there was when she was hurt from the attack of Miss Julia Sanders.
Even today, her senses would shiver knowing she lived under the same roof as a killer.
"You again? The watch guard was telling me she saw you taking off from sick bay the night you were injured." The head doctor commented as Sweety entered. "Did my assistant scare you off?"
She didn't understand if she was supposed to answer.
"What happened to you?" The doctor began checking her vitals.
"Nothing."
Pulling her specs on her nose so she could directly stare at the kid. "Then you are here to bunk class? Sorry kiddo, the beds are occupied."
"I didn't want to come here but I was being forcefully told by an irritating teacher to check my health." Getting up, she found her way out. Just then she remembered. "Doctor, do you remember what happened to me that night? Who brought me or how I ended up here?"
One clue. Just one witness and she could make him run away from here. That way, she won't have any problems later.
"I wasn't present that day darling."
"Your assistant might know.."
The middle-aged woman was counting prescriptions when she tsked, "I'm a not a reporter."
Apologizing the lady for taking her time, she snooped away.
Rob conducted the entire 45 minutes class waiting for Sweety to get back 'normal'. He did not want to send her away because he missed messing with her but if he hadn't done that, it would have been impossible to control his fire.
"Dismiss."
Rob rested his back against the table patiently awaiting the kids to move out.
"Hi Sir." It was Jasmine who stayed back to speak with him alone.
"Hm?" He rounded around the other side of the table picking the books which he carried as part of his act.
"I was wondering if the spot is open, I'll volunteer!"
He placed the two books back on the table, folding his hands neatly and observed her.
"What volunteer?"
"The experiment. Sweety has backed out from it, obviously you would be in need of another candidate!" She pointed a finger to her chest.
Rob remained stiff like ice, cursing the damn girl to share the experiment thing with all.
"Sweety is not going anywhere. No spot is available for you Jasmine."
If he prayed for the conversation to finish with that, he must have lacked in his prayers. Jasmine was so desperate she held his leg to convince him.
"OKAY!!"
"Thanks do much Sir!"
"Let go of my keg this instant!"
"Ah yes."
Furious and frustrated from these kids kept loose to pounce on him whenever they felt like. It was really getting too much for him. He needed a real woman. Maybe tonight he'll have to find one. Hopefully ladies of this city satisfy him.
Cuz he wasn't sure what would quench the building thirst within him. One that frightened him and excited him at the same time.
He was dreaming of women sleak and slim, touching every part of his body with tongues yet his hands went to the earphones habitually.
The rapid sound of clicking was heard through it. Figuring something, he dashed to the computer labs located in every floor.
Alas she was scooped in a corner hiding her face behind the monitor.
"Ah I knew it."
Sweety shut the screen instantly in panic.
"You. What're you doing here?"
"I'm the teacher. Don't steal my questions."
She rolled her eyes. Lowering her tone as there were few inhabitants as well, "You are not a teacher. Go away I have an important thing to attend."
She went back to her monitor but did not switch it on yet.
"What were you doing?" He questioned in a heartbeat.
Sweety raised her brows, "Why will I tell you?"
"I'll go only after you tell me."
Sweety made an eye roll shaking her head in process.
"I was chatting."
"I gathered that much with the blue page you shut down as I came through!"
"Good."
"Who?"
"Who who?"
"Who were you chatting with."
Sweety was about to say he had no business in her personal matters when a grin formed inside her mind.
"With a boy.."