" Akash, you still haven't given your assignment. I asked it last Wednesday, everyone in the class gave it. Who do you think you are? You got so balls?! " the Professor took out all his pent up frustrations on me but I could only stand silently looking down at my old sneakers.
Thanks for my ears to be quite sharp, I could hear others mockery and some few sympathies. Instead of getting comforted I got irritated and clenched my hands making the nails dug deep in the skin and the sharp pain transmitted through the nerves brought me back.
" Come with me and meet the Principal. " with his last words the class got dismissed.
I quietly gathered my books and notes and was about to follow him out when someone pulled my collar from behind.
The sudden pull got my Adams apple caught and my body became paralyzed like being chocked by the throat. My breath became hard and rapid, the lungs were screaming for oxygen and my vision blurred with moist.
" Well, well, well. Just look at him pissing his pants with just a pull of his collar. " with the sneer laughter followed.
The voice instinctively made him shrink back and he forcefully suppressed his racing heart. He was like a defenceless hare caught by the jaws of a ferocious wolf with no retreat.
A hot breathe lingered in his ear and he got goosebumps , " Tsk. Look at you it's seems like you're seducing me. I hope you keep your lips sealed and not speak much nonsense at my back." the faint grey eyes stared at his lips and he couldn't help his lips quivering. The low magnetic voice was very tempting but he knew the speaker was one of the demons who brought him hell.
With great effort he could only squeak out a
"en" and nod.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.
Why, you ask?
Guess...
Because I've been asking myself the same question till now..
The other three lackeys were the only ones left while the others quickly dispersed not even a guilt to stop and help him were seen in them.
Like I said before, the reason why I get more angry on the people who shoots sympathies at me because when required they are the first to go.
This hurts more because out of the guys you all are the ones who 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 my pain, yet still you keep quite and watch me go through more pain and struggle. Then what's the use of understanding? Make thesis on this?!
Akash was finally let go and he stared at the back of the boys who just left him behind after having fun. Sigh.
He could only sigh and do nothing. He suddenly remembered his real purpose and ran to the Principal's office.
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Knock. Knock.
" Come in. "
With the permission, the door creaked open and Akash entered the room with a polite bow to the boss of the room.
The Principal was still looking down and stamping the vast number of papers strewn across his work table which seemed innumerable.
He didn't once look up to look at the visitor.
Grip. I gripped the strap of the bag tighter as I tried to calm myself to face him.
How was he supposed to talk? What was he supposed to talk in the first place ?
Damn... I wanna go home already.
" Should I invite you to sit down? "
The old voice filled with authority pulled him back from his inner growing frustrated self as he quickly scrambled for the chair and sat down.
Awkward. Silence.
" Anything to say, Akash? " , finally he kept aside the papers pushing them totally out of his view as he looked up to face him.
Ah... The same old face.
The hairs turned full white with age but the age didn't deplete his hairline at the slightest.
Deep facial features, even though old the leaking handsomeness can't be restraint.
Don't get our mc wrong. No shipping with him. Our mc respects him a lot. As -
𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨.
Nobody till now knows about their connection. Everytime the bullies do something to him and his Home room teacher transports him to Principal's room for more fun but gets disappointed by the turn of events eventually.
The Principal is the person who's really sympathetic for him and helps him to have a better learning environment. But this is not a complete solution so it continues everytime.
The bullies have a grand background for them to pick themselves up the mud, what about him?
None.
I'm an Indian coming from a middle class family. Who won a scholarship by his outmost fucking effort and got a chance to come abroad to study. His dream job - Gaming Technology.
Everything was still good until the fact that he's gay spread across the whole damn campus.