chapter 26

   " Should we go home after this?" It wasn't even two lectures and Vibha had already started getting on my nerves. " Who told you to come if you clearly ain't intrested in sitting here?" " Let's bunk the last one?" , she asked and I swear I wished to kick her for annoying in middle of lecture but I kept it low. " Get up and leave if you ain't intrested." I heard her groan lightly and everything was peaceful for next 47 seconds before she again opened her mouth.  " How about mass bunk? Anyways we are only 5 . It won't take much to convince them. They are already sleepy . The fourth bench girl has already slept. "  I was seriously done with her complaining. " No one is holding you back. Get up and leave if you are that bored!" She only frowned and settled properly." Okay okay. Don't be rude. I came all the way for you." , she whispered with a pout giving me her not so famous puppy look.    " That's it for today. Will continue in next class. ", the sir left with a hurried smile. " I am bored." , she said with a sigh as she rested her face on her palms supported on the desk. " Can't you stop complaining?" I asked as I finally met her eyes and she shook her head negatively. I only could roll my eyes and turn again to face forward.     " Look at the strength of the class.", the next lecturer said as she passed the attendance register. She seemed to analyse the faces and then commented , " None of you are in mood to study, are you?" The class didn't respond. None of us had the guts to even agree. " Nevermind. I still have to complete my portion so anyways. Where were we?" , she continued teaching throwing water over all the raised up hopes.     " And I thought this lady was giving a lecture off. ", Vibha once again complained and I swear I was having a hard time not throwing things at her. This girl is clearly irritated and will irritate me if she doesn't shut up now.  The entire lecture was me trying to focus and the girl besides me rotating pen between her fingers and shaking her legs trying to break my focus.     That was the end of my patience level and so I kicked her under the desk. She winced in pain and shot death glare at me . I ignored her knowing she can't do anything, not atleast when we are on second bench itself with the front bench entirely empty. Or atleast I thought so.      I was busy taking notes when I felt a hand sneak around my waist and before I could react the teacher turned around making me pull a straight face . I couldn't even do anything. She rested her hand right besides me and I knew she was waiting just for a chance to pull some prank on me. Worst being tickle me , and the mere thought scares me. I saw her smirk and I just wish the teacher never turns back to face the board.    I could feel her fingers tap rhythmically on the wooden surface right besides me. I glanced at her from the corner of my eyes and I could see her trying her best to supress her grin. She surely is upto something evil. I tried to stay focused.  Please no. Not in middle of lecture.       The tapping had stopped and I relaxed a bit. She too was busy writing though her hand still was placed on my other side. I felt her hand sneak upto my waist and then suddenly tickle me. I flinched in reaction . But was held down by her hand on my lap . Embarrasing myself further I tried to cover it up with coughing. I could here her snort and then chuckle lightly. Fortunately the teacher was too busy to notice us.       I wanted to kick her but couldn't as her other hand was still on my lap keeping me low. I am going to beat the shit out of her once we get out.       The smirk on her face was visible proof of her being proud of her actions. But I was far beyond confused. Her trying to get revenge was understandable but then her left hand resting right besides placed on a the nearest rod and the other on my lap that held my legs down weren't.       I know there are nails ( screws whatever it's called ) below the wooden desk that can hurt and also the metal rod supporting the seat would surely end up giving a nice back pain if bumped into.     Why bother caring if you wanted a revenge?      A small smile crept on my face despite the urge to beat her up. As much as her tickling was annoying, I can't help admire her caring side.     Doesn't mean I am forgiving her!