People passed by the school corridors, some in hurry or some in worry. Gossips among the group of girls and hand actions from guys was nothing compared to the sole girl who walked by them only to giggle out of sudden.
Sweety was thinking of his face when she detailed him of a boyfriend.
"Stupid girl."
"Fat and stupid."
She was so busy forming his facial structure, those comments didn't pass her mind. But the same was not the case with Rob who heard them from the lab itself.
One of the voices commenting Sweety felt familiar, thus he ventured out to look for a familiar face nearby.
His gaze stopped at the entry of washrooms. There were three girls from the same class Sweety studied in.
"What're you doing here wasting time?!" The girls gasped out from his intruding vocal.
"S-Sir.. We were just-"
"Additional assignments for you all," Rob eyed each one of them. "Do you hear me?"
"Yes Sir!" They chorused together. Then again, he confirmed the same voice from one of them.
"Off to it."
"Yes," they muttered and bowed their heads down while slipping to the corner, almost running away.
Since Rob was free for an ample amount of time until someone came to remind of his class, he took record of what Sweety meant by the 'boy' she was talking with.
"Chatting with a boy," he corrected with an eye roll. "Dumb kid," he referred her. Frankly, he had no problems with her being with anyone, just the thought of a man thinking sexually for her made him think like he was missing what they found.
"The hell am I talking about? This psychology thing is turning me in a psycho!" He gushed down the bottle of cold water as he worked on the keys to get to his mark.
Into her chat joint, he looked for her messages. His brows sunk deeper finding no recent messages. He checked every group, activities and posts she could have gone to. But nothing. Nada.
"Strange. She didn't delete that Vincent's chats." He had the old chats right in front of him.
The scenario only confused him, verifying her claims of meeting someone. Very secretly.
Shutting down his laptop, he leaned back on the arm chair, resting his feet one on other on the table.
Who is that guy? She was so into this person that her chats had nothing to show. As if she knew he would search.
That wasn't much of a problem for Rob. What he was wondering was, does that guy love her? Is he... excited of her?
He couldn't blame him if he himself, a fitness freak was finding it a struggle to keep Sweety's back and belly out of his reach. Will it feel soft on touch? As if in trance, his fingers seem to move up her belly button sliding to the side waist, feeling the curves fit his fingers. The experience was surreal since he never imagined a full waist to be this seductive.
"There! Hi-Fi!" Rob blinked profusely seeing a black old man in white hair slapping his palm.
Taking back his hand he frantically stood upright, "What hi-fi? I'm not playing fives with you. Go away!"
The sturdy old man introduced himself, "Myself, Fancy. You are always sitting till the last. Do you have all the work of all the teachers?"
"Go and do your work." He made his chair comfortable for settling back.
"The school is closed Sir. Please go home and let us go home too."
"Fancy, huh?" Rob sat back pronouncing the name this man gave him. "Who named you so fancily?"
The man was so delighted he was asked about the origins of his name rather than being weirded out mostly. "I don't remember much but I was dressed very bad, shirt out of pants, pants were hanging loose, I didn't have a belt that's why. Even my hair was smelling like-"
"Okay get to the point or forget it."
"No no no. There is more. She saw me and compared with a rich boy who had worn torn jeans. Then she said to him- 'I pity you man, this is what I call fancy.' She pointed at me in reference!!" Jumping once he exclaimed, fearing the nuts out of Rob. "Isn't that memorable?!"
"Yeah. Very. I'll leave you to it then." He quietly moved out of the cabin. On his way out, adjusting his pants in the rear area which had suddenly become tight.
Searching for a reason why, he was stunned realizing he was turned on. "Damn it." No matter how much he muttered swears, the effect was holding him on a noose.
Rob had long back returned to his room, locket it with the latch to keep Samuel from irritating him. The day he forgot locking his room would be when the room was the loudest in the entire building.
"Why isn't she saying anything?" Usually she would mumble words on her own accord and he would make stories to fill the silence. Having nothing else to do, he went through another page of the book, 'Psychology Tests'.
The book was written by 'Rioywa-'. He couldn't spell the name yet. So for short he named the guy Rio.
There were interesting incidents made to create a surrounding for a person. Like raising a child in a completely fictional world where all the characters knew they were fake except for the child.
The book had hooked Rob to read further which also gave him ideas to 'deal' with anyone.
"..shouldn't have called me here!"
He was reading a paragraph when Sweety's voice acknowledged his senses. Dropping the book on bedside he lied on his back relaxed, he heard her with curiosity.
"Why else would you give me a number if you didn't want me to call?"
Rob felt like being struck from his butt, that was how he was positioned now. It was a man's voice!
A man who wasn't her father. Rob went close to the window to hear clearly. The window side of his room was close to the girl's hostel building.
"What is it?" Sweety inquired urgently. Rob didn't like what he was hearing.
Did he have a choice?
No. He wasn't giving himself one.
"Nothing. I missed you and searched for the number you gave me. I found it from the dust bin. Thank god, I captured it before the recycling truck did." The idiot laughed at his own joke.
"Oh no. I gave you the number of this hostel. Listen, you can't dial here again. It's strictly allowed for parents only!" She had a hand covered partially around her mouth to ensure no one peered into.
"Oh? Well what does it matter when we are talking now?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Oh stop being so boring. What else is exciting in your life sweetiee...?" He pronounced her name in a way which was enough indication that he wanted to sleep with her.
Rob held the tip of earphones tightly in rage. The earphones were submerged in a modern styled one, it's wire hanging on the back neck. But that wasn't an impending issue than listening to this nonsense happening under his lair.
"Not very eventful. It's going all the same. What about you?"
"Me? I'm First class! Did you get laid yet? If yes then who sweetiee?"
That fucking scoundrel... Just wait until I get my hands on you.
Rob was out of his room in an instant, marching down the stairs in hurry. Today, he had to make a decision. Fast.
"Heyy! Coming up for a coffee? I'm gonna make it," Samuel offered while exiting the common room seeing his favourite neighbour rushing off to somewhere.
"Yeah. Keep it hot."
Samuel was about to reply but there was no one in sight. "What a fast man he is! No doubt he's everyone's favourite." Eyeing down to his tummy, he stated, "Exercise, I am definitely coming to you tomorrow."
The crowd scattered to the side seeing the popular teacher striding to the quarters reserved for women.
None dared to try stopping him. In the fear of being crushed under his steps.
After he was gone one of the bystanders commented. "I saw the dirt siding away too! Like us."
"What is he doing entering the girl's hostel??"
All were appalled with not a single reasonable reply.
Alas, there was at least someone who stood in front of his way. Temporarily, Rob changed his focus from the interior of the building he was not allowed to enter and put them on this woman wearing striped uniform and cap to match her stance.
"You can't enter inside Mister. Turn and go back to where you came from."
The students gathered nearby were no longer interested in their partners as much as they were awaiting what was coming next that concerned Mr. Wilson.