I woke up quite late and saw that my next and the last lecture (oops) was in half an hour. I decided attend the class. I ran to my room to get dressed and hoped that no one was using the bathrooms. I saw Aisha was still sleeping and drooling on my bed. For future blackmail material I took a picture. I quickly selected my outfit and ran to the bathroom. I came back to my room and got ready and left.
I reached the classroom and remembered that I had to delete the text. I completely forgot about it! After class I promised myself. After class I was going to my hostel to annoy Aisha when I was stopped by Akash.
"Did you delete it?", he demanded.
"Woah! Hello to you too" I smiled at him.
"You don't do it , did you?"
"Whaaat! Nooooo! I totally did it."
"Arya one thing I asked from you and you don't do it. Please go now and delete it this instant. You know what I don't trust you, I am going to escort you and wait for you outside." He exclaimed exasperated.
I make a face at him and walk away.
"I am following you."
I don't reply to him and just keep walking.
"I absolutely love this view. I finally know what silent treatment feels like."
"Akash stop staring at my butt! Urgh! Go away and don't forget you owe me one" I said slightly hitting him.
"I love kinky." He said winking at him. That only made him more angry at him.
I didn't look back and walked to my room to see Aisha sitting on my bed all cleaned up and with a look of panic her eyes.
"I drunk texted Akash and I am not telling you what I texted." she said and slumped into my bed.
I giggled and told her, "He already told me. Would you like to have my boobs?"
"Shut up. When did you become best friends with him? Should I be jealous?"
I laughed and told him, "He texted me last night begging me to delete that text from your phone so Pratik doesn't kill him. By the way what's going on between you and Pratik."
"Nothing really. You will be the first one to know if something happens." She sighed and said giving me a small smile. I smiled back at her and then shooed her out of my room so I could catch up on the classes that I missed.
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Our Story
Short StoryThis is our story, It's not romantic, funny or a sad story. It's just a story about a boy who lived a little too much and a girl who was to scared to live. Note: This story was written a long time ago when I was still learning English. I am trilin...
