You know what they say about karma; it comes right back at you, biting on your ass.

I couldn't really blame karma for what happened, though; wasn't much of a karma believer after all. But I had to blame someone, something for it. I couldn't bear thinking about losing Aditi for no reason at all, or with nobody to blame and be angry at.

All that mattered was it wasn't my fault. If Aditi could just understand that much. Maybe I didn't know what Alisha's intentions were.

Who thought of that, huh?

What was Aditi even crying about? I did reject Alisha. But it did kind of(not really) feel good that Aditi cried because I was making out with another girl. Other than that, I was all angry and sad and angry and depressed. And angry.

Angry at Alisha for doing that, angry at Roman for suggesting me those stuff and angry at myself for following her.

By the time lunch time came around, half of the school had heard about the incident, and the other half was busy spreading about it.

I walked into the cafeteria getting all kinds of looks from the students. Dirty look from some girls(probably Alisha's friends), jealous look from some guys and puzzled look from the others. Even the lady on the other side of the counter gave me a weird smile after handing me my lunch.

I tried not to meet gazes with anyone and started walking to my regular table. Aditi and Sarah were already there, talking. Sara spotted me but her face wasn't angry, or sad. She looked...worried. But I didn't know if that emotion was for me or for Aditi.

I started walking to the table but her eyes flicked at me again, telling me to go away. I tried fighting her gaze but finally sighed, giving in.

The only other person I knew well was Roman, and he sat with his fellow football players. Not a good place for me.

I looked around the room looking for a table to sit at and not get any glares. I let out a breathe a relief when I spotted Samjhana sitting with her friend. They were on a low-voice chat, seemingly not aware of all eyes in the cafeteria turned at me as I walked towards their table.

I quietly sat down next to Samjhana, not even bothering for greetings. She did 'hi' me in the hallway that morning. How many times does one need to greet a person in a day?

"Hi." She said looking completely surprised to see me there.

Guess I'll never know how many.

"Hey." I said slowly giving her a small smile; the best I could form given the situation.

"Hello handsome." Her friend, who was busy on her phone, greeted me in a high, excited voice.

"Hello."

"Samjhu?" She called.

"Yeah, sorry. Samar this is Kajal and Kajal this is Samar." Samjhana introduced us.

"How did you...? Never mind." I sighed in defeat. I really needed to know who gave away my name to everybody.

"Samar... Nice name."

Well, not everybody.

Kajal excitedly put her hand forward for me to shake. I took it and shook it just a little before dropping my hand back to my lap.

"Thanks."

The lunch hour went silently, except for few questions thrown at me by Kajal, which I dodged easily. Samjhana was mostly quiet, and I was thankful for it.

"I gotta go." I told Samjhana as we walk out of the cafeteria and sprinted to the hallway in search for Sara. Her locker was close to the stairs and I could find her there easily.

"Sara!" I yelled having spotted her near the stairs. She turned back to me and frowned but stood still.

"So." I choked, trying to catch my breathe.

"So what?" She eyed me carefully.

"So, I know you might be a little mad but you gotta hear me out."

"A little bit? What the fuck were you thinking Samar? How the fuck does a guy end up making out with a girl he hates?" She shouted.

As if I wasn't getting any less looks.

"I can explain." I said slowly, hesitant that she might pounce on me any second.

"Oh, please do. I'd love to hear an explanation."

I explained to her about how I was 'dragged' into the janitor's room and was forcefully kissed and how I 'scolded' at Alisha for that.

"But look at the bright side-" I continued but Sara cut me off.

"There is no bright side."

"Yes, there is. Now I know Aditi likes me." I said with a smile. That was definitely the best thing to have happened in weeks. I could almost forgive Alisha. Almost.

"How the fuck did you deduce that?" Sara muttered, still not over using her 'fucks'.

"Well, she was crying, right?"

"And you're smiling because she cried, asshole?" She hissed again. That was probably not the best time to talk to her, but I needed to prove my innocence and know what was going through Aditi's head.  

"No!" I cried. "Well, not completely. My point is: she was crying because I kissed Alisha, meaning she likes me."

Sara took a deep breathe, calming down a little bit.

"So, you admit you kissed her?"

"Hell no. Come on, you really think I'll kiss Alisha?"

"Why not? What the fuck is wrong with Alisha?" A guy spoke from beside me.

"Who the fuck are you?" Sara turned her anger at him.

"The question is: what the fuck's this guy's problem with Alisha?"
Ah, now, that's a good question. Poor guy. He could've been going out of school in a stretcher for yelling at Sara, had I not taken over.

"Listen, man-" I started but he cut me off.

"No, you listen. You stay the fuck away from Alisha. You get me?"

Ha, like I'm the one following her around. And what the fuck is up everyone using fuck in, like, every fucking three seconds?

"Look, I don't know who you are or why you're even talking to me, but let me just remind you that Alisha is the one that's after me and not the other way around. So, back the fuck off!"

What? I can be bad sometimes.

"Just stay away from her." He muttered and walked away.

Sara turned back at me with questioning look on her face. I shrugged, telling her that I had no clue what that was about.

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"I just don't get it." Roman cried kicking on the asphalt. We were on the way to my home and I'd invited Roman and Sara over discuss over the 'issue'. Sara, as predicted, had declined and Roman had to persuade her.

"She doesn't even know its you." He continued. He'd heard all that had happened and, as always, was pointing out the obvious.

"What'd you mean?" Sara asked. She didn't know I used to text Aditi. Ugh, like she wasn't mad enough.

Roman ignored her and continued, "Why'd she say she likes you to a complete unknown person?"

"Beats me." I muttered. That was the thing bugging my mind all day long.

The daughter of mysteries: Aditi Adhikari.

"And how come she is so straightforward in saying that? Think about it: how can one tell someone straight that said one likes a person when said one doesn't even know the said someone?" He stated it all for the billionth time.

"There could be other possibilities." I pointed out, trying to defend Aditi.

"Like what?"

"Maybe she wasn't talking about me." I sighed. It could be a possibility.

"That's not the point. The point is her being open to a stranger."

That was not true. Even if Aditi only knew me as Sam I had been a really good friend of her. She'd told me many things about herself and I had too. Sam wasn't a stranger to her, Samar was. And it felt just as bad as losing Aditi.

"Who the hell are you talking about?" Sara frowned at Roman. He threw his hands up in surrender gesturing her to me.

"Aditi." I sighed.

"Aditi? What the hell? I'd told her I'd given you her number."

"You mean she knows its me?" I practically jumped in the air.

"No shit, Sherlock." She said.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

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Hey guys, sorry this chapter is shorter than usual. I've been very busy.

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