“He is going to make a joke on himself,” said Shabaz. “Let’s just wait and watch what happens,” I said and we watched him eagerly to see what would happen.
Arun drove his bike towards the bus stop where Shifali was standing. We saw them talking to each other. I saw how Shifali’s facial expression changed. Arun must have asked her something inappropriate. Then we saw those exchanging words. Finally we saw Shifali spat on the floor as a sign of disgust. Luckily for her the bus came and she boarded the bus and left. We saw how other girls in the bus stand looked at Arun with disgust.
“Oh my! Arun will kill me if I pull his leg now,” said Shabaz. “You better be silent now,” I told him.
We saw an angry Arun riding his bike towards us. “That fat fucking bitch! I’m going to fuck her so bad,” said Arun who was now panting hard and face visibly angry. “She stays right next to my flat! Never ever does she see my face? She called me Black bull, Black fucking bull. That arrogant mother fucking bitch, she will have it for this. And you two, if you ever talk anything about what happened today, I’m going to rip your head off,” said a very angry Arun.
“OK, OK, chill. We aren’t going to tell anyone anything. We are friends. Remember,” I said consoling Arun.
“I want to booze today! I need it badly,” said frustrated Arun.
“Yeah, it’s been some time we had alcohol,” said Shabaz.
“Oh k then, we will meet up at 7:30pm in our hangout spot -the terrace. But who will get the booze?” I asked them
“It’s on me today,” said Arun.
“But the keys to bolted door of terrace is with Thangappa,” said Shabaz.
“I borrowed the keys from Thangappa yesterday,” answered Arun.
“Cool! Let’s get back to our home and meet up later. Arun, would you take Shabaz along with you? I need to use the cyber café for my project work in college,” I told them.
“Oh k, But don’t be late,” said Arun who started the bike. Shabaz hopped along and they left. Once they left I quickly took out my phone and texted Shifali. I was eager to know what happened in the bus stand with Arun.
“What happened at the bus stop? You looked worried,” I texted her from my phone.
“I hate your friend. He asked me if I need a drop home,” she replied.
“Why was he angry?” I asked her.
“He made a comment on my body. I just can’t stand him. Uncivilized bastard!” she replied.
I dint know what to text her back, that’s when I got another text.
“Forget what happened with Arun, it does not bother me. Hey, I have some doubts in my subject Computer science. My finals are nearing. Could you help me with it? Richa told me you are good with the subject,” she asked.
I could not believe my luck. Gods were in my favor today.
“That shouldn’t be a problem. Place and time?” I asked her.
“I will let you know soon. Ba bye sweetie pie” she replied. I was on top of the world. I happily went back home.
Even though we stay in the same apartment, we never spoke to each other. The aunts in the building have preying eyes and would cook up stories about us and I did not want any such rumors reach my parents. Indian parents would get mad when they get to know their children are not focused on studies and something like teenage love can never be justified with them.