"Good Morning class. Its been a while." Mr. Wilson greeted. "Someone care to remind where we left last class?"
Sweety robotically took out necessary notes for class he was back to attend.
She wondered where he was gone to all this time.
"Sir, you look good now."
"Yes! Your doctor worked extraordinarily on measles."
"Measles? Who said he had measles?"
"I heard about it."
"Yes. Me too."
"We too!"
Sweety wanted to face-palm herself.
"What? I thought Mr. Wilson had an amputation! Thank god you are fine Sir." Another perpetrator informed.
"With the numerous diseases I'm surprised no one heard he was dead," Sweety eyed Meer to shut up. Meer merely shrugged silently, 'It's possible'.
Rob laughed at the miniscule chatter. "I didn't know I was missed so much by you guys. As much as you like me few don't." He pointedly put his gaze on Sweety before returning to others. "That's where I was. To give them a lesson."
"Very good sir."
"You are great Sir!"
Having been lied multiple times she would be a fool to fall for another one of his. If Rob hoped his excuse would convince all including Sweety he didn't know that. All he could see was Sweety remaining aloof from him.
The class went on it's own pace, it wasn't until the end of it that the teacher was presented with a surprise.
"You are not going," Rob reminded her as she didn't move from her seat while the whole class was dismissed.
"Where were you?"
Rob raised his brow coming around teacher's table next to her desk. "Are you concerned of me?"
"No. Just doing my part when you did yours. On the clock tower." Even a slight alarm of that day made her realise how stupidly she could have been seriously hurt then. If not for this individual she would have been long dead.
"I didn't do that 'part' for a payback. I did it to save myself."
She nodded expecting it, "Now that was the impression I had about you." Sighing she hung her bag on one shoulder, "As usual you don't want to say truth so there's no point in me trying."
She had opened the wooden door with a rectangular glass embedded in.
"I had to go."
Sweety was deciding if he was worth another conversation.
In response, she took a step back and let go of the door leading it to shut. Sweety faced him in waiting.
"I am... not from your country. Frankly, I belong to no particular one but ended up here."
"You're a migrant." She guessed to which he positively nodded.
"I-"
"No wait stop! Don't. Don't do this again."
"What exactly?" Rob asked curiously.
"THIS! Telling me things you won't say to anyone else! Do you know how dangerous it has been keeping your secrets till now?" It was after she was done when Sweety was enlightened with the fact that she might have hurt Rob in the process.
"I'm sorry-" she began.
"No it's okay. You're right though."
"You don't seem okay. You have agreed with me twice. TWICE! That's a sign of not being okay.."
As she stopped midway, she saw Rob loosing support of himself against the table.
Sweety took out a bottle of water for him.
He resisted at first but she opened the cap and brought it close to his mouth.
Reluctantly he sat properly to drink the fluids.
"Here." A square pack of muffin slipped in his view.
He stared at the cake then looked up, "Where did you get a cake?"
"From a shop."
"Thanks so much for the info!" He added sarcastically.
"So there is some energy left in you. C'mon eat it up."
He once again asked about the cake she arranged to keep in the hostel. Food items and snacks were strictly not allowed to possess here, something about their rule of 'healthy choices for kids'.
"A friend brought me."
"That rabbit tooth."
"Meer doesn't have rabbit teeth."
"Oh so a tooth then," Rob tore open the packet to put the delicious treat melting in his mouth.
"Slow down. I won't steal your cake," Sweety chuckled seeing him hurrying his pace.
The second he was finished Sweety was presented with a livelier appearance of Rob.
"I needed to finish that before you'll throw it in me in anger."
"I'm not angry!"
"Not yet," Rob muttered.
"What? You said something?"
"Why you asking? You clarified you're not interested to hear." Sweety felt pity for this man but she was unaware how skill fully Rob was planning on getting back at Tyler.
The only subject he could think of was sitting right across him.
"Say it already!" Sweety threw an irate glare at him, "I'm sitting here, ain't I? Tell me what is it."
Leaning back on her back she hoped this was not a bad plan.
"A migrant. As you said, that's true. I am an uncertified one." Rob saw the realization strike on her face after he said that.
"You're illegally living in India!"
He raised his hands in defense. "I am not the only one!"
"W-What?! I don't receive people coming to me saying they are illegally staying around me! Oh God!" Sweety was on her feet pacing around the column of desks.
"Sweety you have to calm down-"
"What did you just call me? My name or.. or an endearing?" She interrupted.
"Uhm... is that a trick question?" He was confused on her question. Here he revealed a very sensitive subject and all she ended up with was what he called her?
Sweety had her glare fixed on him, the pacing helped her in focusing. "Why are you telling me this?" She faced the white board with her back to him.
Rob felt her tone serious. Smirking, he patted himself for doing a good job in persuading her.
"Do you think I am lying about it?"
"Think is a measly word when it comes to you!" Sweety met his eyes where Rob vanished his smirk. "You won't do anything if it doesn't gain you something."
Rob made a slight sizzling noise which sounded like a turn on. "Damn."
"Caught you, didn't I?" She had a triumphant smile.
"That's not the concern. I badly want to kiss you hard."
Sweety was thankful for standing close to teacher's table to support her from falling.
"You-!"
"Don't worry, I can still control myself. Can't assure you until when though." He boldly added.
"Don't be so sure of yourself."
"Don't you challenge me Sweety, you won't like it."
Sweety marched forward, "I'm leaving."
"You can use that against me anytime you want." That made her stop again, without turning back she rubbed her palms nervously.
"What do you have to gain from this?" She did not beat around the bush and Rob's desire grew for touching her close. Very close, blending their bodies into one.
"Trust." He crept close to her ears making her jump a little, "Your trust." Somehow the sexually frustrated guy managed to take out his hunger on a willing participant.
But even as he thrusted himself against the perfectly modeled Professor Reena, his fingers would look for some soft flesh on the sides.
"Exploring much, are we?" Professor Reena had been trying to hook up with him for a long time but since their classes and schedules were so separate, they had no coincidence to give them chance.
"Mm? No." He went harder closing his eyes seeing Sweety's face instead of the Professor with highlights and make up. Her neck stretching to the side while biting her lower lip. He was drawn to them immediately and enveloped with his. He kissed her holding both her cheeks and laid all his attention on those lips.
After few minutes she pulled back to get air. One deep breath and he wanted to do it again.
"Yes sweetie, I feel you. But.. can we also focus on other areas?" Rob was brought to attention with the voice. He gazed down to see Reena who he was holding both cheeks.
"Don't call me that." He pulled himself from her bed, draping a towel around his waist he stood by the window.
"Call you what, sweetie?"
"That! My name is Frank! So call that."
Reena giggled at his behavior, bringing the blanket loosely above her breasts, she went near him touching his hard chest. "I didn't know you had a plight against that, love. So... how about kissing me down..."
"Next time."
"At least I got an appointment for a 'next time' with the Psychologist," Reena smiled seductively before letting go of the blanket and pressing her bare body to his as she kissed him.
This time Rob didn't kiss her back in the exact enthusiasm.
"I've never been kissed this passionately, darling. Looking forward to the next one."
Rob hugged her bye and left with a troubled mind. "Maybe I need an appointment with a Psychologist."