I. Was. In. Trouble.

Deep, dark, daunting trouble. Well I'm sure you figured that out already. What kind of a dolt pulls that kind of stunt on the second day of school!!!!!

Well........... not my words.

This is what Winnie wailed the moment I dropped it in her ear. And yeah...now I can't shut her trap.

"How could you, HOW COULD YOU DO THAT? To them of ALL PEOPLE????"

I was filing my nails when this talk was going on and I was intent on it. She apparently thought I was overly playing it cool. I wasn't.

But you sort of were.

"I still don't get why you are overreacting", I said examining my nails. She looked at me like I was a glob of mud. Okay that wasn't the best thing I could have said.

"I. AM. NOT. OVERREACTING", she said with gritted teeth, which actually is proof that she is.

"Zoya this not something small and simple at which you roll your goddamned eyes! Okay??,This is serious! Oh my god, I can't even imagine how pissed off Sean must be".

She was pacing. She had been pacing for the past half an hour and still hadn't worn her feet off.

"I don't even know which out of them Sean is", I mumbled. Only to find her crabby glare greeting me with an only-if-I-could-throttle-you look.

"Sean is the one whom you dumped on his bloody butt!".

"Oooh that fuckard", I said as if I just recognized my long lost neighbour.

Winnie threw her hands up in the air.
"I'll let you see for yourself what you got yourself into".

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Thursday was surprisingly peaceful. I know. I was very shocked too.

But for a fact I knew that they were no where closer to put it past them and move on. I know how rich minds work. Why? Cause I have one. And if there is one thing that unites all the rich boys, it's their extreme inability to accept loss. I'd bet my bottom dollar that right this moment they are huddled together somewhere, hitching a plot to dust for good.

Not. My. Problem.

It takes much more than a few millions and a handsome face to knock me down to rubble. I didn't survive past all I have for nothing. I am as much possible to clash head in with whatever they have for me. That is why I am really not worried about what Winnie said.

A week went by without much drama. Which was both good and bad. But I tried to push the negative thoughts out of my mind and enjoy the present. Whatever came later I'll deal with it then. This second was what mattered the most.

I no longer felt unfamiliar. After that dramatic incident, I was quite known. I realized that despite the wealth, there were some level of humanness in these folks too. It was pleasant to know that. Several had clear consciences. They knew without a doubt what what right, who was abusive and not to involve I. The bullying. But since the ones who did it were higher ups, they didn't voice anything.

Now I sat with a huge lunch crowd. Next to me were a pair of twins widely knows as the Bo Young twins. They were Korean and their family owned a big telecommunication service back in their country.

"Stop eating my fries Yash!", the boy from across me swatted his girlfriend's arm. She pulled a puppy dog face which apparently didn't serve its purpose.

"That won't make me give you fries".

She nuzzled into his neck which had Young Bo In, the more outspoken of the twins exclaiming loud, "Dude, get a room. We are eating here".

Matt, whose one arm rested on his girlfriend, Indiana' s chair, sighed in frustration. Why he called her Yash, I knew not. Everytime I ask it would only cause a peal of laughter that couldn't be doused.

"Why do you even bother to order that salad and try to diet when you can't even resist some fries".

Indiana , who had the same whalebone heart as Winnie, was my new favourite person. She was funny, savage and feisty as fuck.

"I've put on", she wailed clutching her stomach. "I need to loose weight or else I'm gonna be fat and ugly and loose my charm and you won't find me attractive anymore", she whined and spat all of it in one breath.

"Its fine honey", he consoled her and fed her his fries. She munched them happily. "I'll find some other hot girl as soon as you become a Shrek".

"You fuckard ", she whacked his arm which got him and the rest of us laughing hard.

I finally found Winnie's twin soul!

On my right was the girl who got abused that fateful first day of mine. Tamara or Tammy as she preferred to be called proved to be a great helping hand in getting familiar in the new surrounding. She shared most of my classes. It felt good to have some company. It felt good to tread on water instead of drowning in it. I more or less gave it a considerable amount of thought ever since I got my acceptance letter. Though nervousness has never been an issue for me, it always felt good to be in a comfortable environment. And that was exactly what Tammy's presence provided.

My happy bubble broke when my phone rang. Well actually it broke when I checked the caller ID. Before anyone noticed anything I rose from my place and excused myself out.

I didn't stop outside. I went straight to the bathroom I found Tamara in that first day. By that time, my phone had received four calls, from the same number.

I went in and composed myself. It started ringing again. I toggled my attitude button and chose the bitch mode.

"Hello?"

You really don't have to know her answering words.

"Shivaaaaa, to what do I owe this mighty pleasure", my voice started out excited and ended deadpan.

"Well why do you think I -"

"I for a fact know that you have unlimited time in your hands, when you sit on that comfy couch doing nothing but enjoy all of my dad's luxury".

"You-"

"Listen. Find someone else to entertain yourself woman. Don't call me again", and I hung up in a huff.

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"Who was it?" Indiana's question told me I wasn't doing well with my poker face.

"Um....it's my friend from...."

"The one who rode with you today?"

"Yeah. Her", I was glad at the simple explanation that didn't require a lot of creativity.

Indiana as I have noticed the past week is very observant. But right now Matt was distracting her a lot.

A LOT!

They seemed to have gotten over their little banter. Now a huge plate of fries sat in front of her, which was disappearing faster than I could blink.

No sooner than I sat back, a huge commotion had all our heads turning.

"Oh boy, here they come", Indiana muttered.

Here who come?

I saw a crowd of people filing in through the entrance. All dressed in black or white or black and white. My eyes first landed on the identical looking duo on the side facing us. Their demeanour was menacing. The taller one seemed searching for someone. His eyes scanned the whole room and finallyy met with mine, which made him sneer maliciously as if to say 'found ya!'

No chill ran down my spine. No lump got stuck in my throat. Despite his threatening glare, I was perfectly at ease.

For a heartbeat.

My eyes quickly snapped to the centre most person in the crowd.

"Don't tell me that's....that's.. ", I whispered to no-one in particular.

"Yeah it's him. Shezaad Sheroff"

Fuck!!! Fuck fuck fuck!

Despite the shock of the revelation my voice didn't shake. It just was bland.

"The Blue Isle one?"

"The very one".

Holaaaaaaa people,
How you doing. So I get pms asking me about the plot and what's gonna happen. But I don't have a definite plot. I do have a general sketch pattern of how the story would go and certain scenes that I've already written.
But other than that I'll make up the story while I write it. When inspiration strikes I make a quick note of it in my phone. But that's habit anyway.
But however I'll keep writing Jo doubt about that. I won't disappoint yall. So please do read vote comment and share. Lemme know what u think of the story. Love u all LOADS.

Sanfara 😍😘.