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“Excuse Mr. XY Chromosome, “
I literally sprayed water everywhere. I coughed, choking on my drink, and everyone turned to stare at us like we were acting out a weird biology skit.
Man, I didn’t think my day could get any worse.
“XY Chromosomes, are you doubting my genes right now?” I blurted out, completely shocked by her words.
“Yes,” she replied, her eyes wide with surprise.
I blinked.
She blinked.
The people around us went dead silent like someone just paused reality.
Did she…..seriously just question my chromosomes?
Ma’am, I have been an XY chromosome since birth…pretty sure that’s not up for debate.
She immediately panicked, “No, no, I didn’t mean that! I was just…thinking about something and it slipped out!”
And then she pouted, small, awkward, honestly kind of ridiculous and cute.
Cute.
What cute.
What the hell I am thinking.
Great. First she questions my genetics, now she’s acting cute. Perfect combination for a headache.
Nope. Absolutely not.
She’s a witch. A rude, arrogant, chromosome-insulting witch.
“Right. Sure. Slipped out,” I muttered, glaring. “You usually talk to people like that, or am I just lucky today?”
She frowned, “I said it by mistake. You don’t have to make it a big deal.”
“Yeah, sure. Questioning someone’s genetics is totally casual conversation,” I replied dryly.
Her lips twitched, trying not to smile, “You are really dramatic, you know that?”
“And you’re really confusing,” I shot back. “First you insult me, then you pout like you dropped your ice cream.”
She sighed looking at me with her hazel brown eyes, “You are impossible.”
“Thanks,” I said, flashing a fake grin.
She rolled her eyes and picked up her handkerchief which fell.
“I am sorry, I have to go,” she said, but before walking off, she turned back and added, “Oh, the teacher wants to see you in the staffroom.”
Then she just… ran off. Like she couldn’t get away fast enough.
I swear, she is infuriating.
I Anyway, I dragged myself to the staffroom only to find out we were getting our monthly schedule. And MKIQ quiz after our mid term. My eyes actually lit up.
Man, this quiz is the big deal of the year. Tricky questions, brain-bending riddles, seniors joining in the works. And I am good at this stuff. Top of the class, exams on point. This year, I am winning that thing for sure.
Back in class, guess who I spotted?
Yep. Miss Corridor. Laughing like she hadn’t just committed chromosome-related war crimes.
I ignored her.
Or tried to.
But then she had to open her mouth and insult me in front of my juniors.
No. Just no.
I smirked at her.
Just wait, Miss Corridor. You messed with the wrong chromosome.
I mean the wrong person.
During the last period, I was feeling so sleepy. I glance over and see her, all lively and answering chemistry questions like a pro. How does she have so much energy to tackle those calculative questions?
I keep watching her, and I don’t even realize the teacher is calling my name until I feel a hand on my shoulder. I snap out of it and see my mom, who happens to be the chemistry teacher, smiling at me sarcastically. No one at school knows she’s my mom. We exchange smiles, and I know I gotta focus.
Her smile disappeared when she scolded me by twisting my ear and warning, “Mr. Daydreamer, I hope you listen carefully to the mole concept, or I’ll kick you out of the class.”
I felt scared and realized I needed to prepare for the lecture at home.
As Mom started teaching, the bell rang, and everyone instantly turned into marathon runners. Bags flying, chairs screeching, no one even waited for the teacher to finish her last word.
Honestly, school off-time feels like a mini apocalypse. Everyone’s mission? Escape first, breathe later.
But I wasn’t in any rush.
I had a different mission.
Getting back at her.
I smirked, leaning back and watching Ruhanika except she wasn’t laughing with Tanya.
Of course not.
She wore that same grumpy, unreadable face like she had been manufactured that way.
Annoying, yes.
Distracting, absolutely.
No. Vihaan Raichand. Focus.
“What? Why aren’t you leaving?” Yash asked, stuffing his notebooks into his bag like they owed him money. He always looked like he expected snacks to fall out of them.
“You look like a clown with that silly smile,” Sid teased and laughed.
I shot him a glare, “You wouldn’t understand the art of sweet revenge.”
“Yeah, sure. That’s what all fool people say before tripping on their own plan,” Yash snorted.
I glared at him, “Just go before I add you both to my target list.”
I mouthed some colourful cursed words back at him, and he did the same.
Now, back to the witch herself.
I watched Ruhanika pack her bag with that same calm face, so annoyingly confident. I wanted to see that expression crack.
When she walked out of class, I followed casually, not enough to look suspicious. She headed toward her bus, chatting with Tanya.
And then—ding!
Brilliant idea.
Moved to act on my plan when I spotted Ruhanika getting off the bus. It’ll be interesting to see her reaction in front of everyone.
Normally I didn’t take the school bus, I walked home. But today? Today was about revenge.
I couldn’t exactly announce, “Hey, I’m here to prank someone.”
So I improvised.
I walked into the staffroom where Mom usually stayed until after school and put on my most innocent face, “Uh, I need to stop by the library. The other one, not the school library. For…studying. Preparation books.”
Mom raised an eyebrow, “At this hour?”
“Knowledge doesn’t follow time limits,” I said, all drama. “Also, I heard their AC is miraculous.”
She sighed, “this generation.”
“Please, Mumma, tell them to let me on the bus, half the students are absent today anyway,” I said, putting on my best innocent face.
She gave me the classic I know you’re up to something look but still walked off to talk to the bus driver who, as luck would have it, drove the 11th-grade bus.
I grinned to myself. And hey, I actually have to go to the library too, so technically I am not lying. I’ll just get off there after pulling my little prank on Miss Corridor.
See? I am being productive too.
The only problem? The seat beside her wasn’t empty.
Some guy, Rohit, I think…was sitting next to her, laughing at something she said like she was the funniest human alive.
Of course she was. Just not with me.
“Hey, Vihaan!” Rohit called out. “Need a seat?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me,” I said, throwing a smug smile and sliding into the seat right behind them.
“I like the back view.”
Okay, that sounded wrong.
“Back seat. I meant back seat.”
I pretended to sleep, leaning just to front enough to overhear their conversation.
Ruhanika was laughing. Her voice was soft, almost melodic—
Wait. Focus.
And that idiot beside her looked like he had just won the lottery.
I rolled my eyes. Oh wow, she laughs now? Where was this sunshine energy when she almost broke my ribs in the corridor?
Then she said, “You know, Rohit, you’re actually kind of funny.”
Oh. Funny. Great.
I am not bitter.
Not at all.
It’s not like I literally made up an entire prank plan to get her attention or anything.
Yeah I didn’t.
“Excuse me,” I said loudly, “could you two lower your volume? Some of us are trying to… uh… meditate.”
Ruhanika turned, brow raised, “Meditate? On a school bus?”
“Yeah, to cleanse my ears from unnecessary noise,” I said trying not to look at her hazel brown eyes as the sunlight making them glow.
Beautiful.
“Must be hard when you are the loudest one here,” she shot back sweetly.
That was…kind of true though.
I leaned back, muttering, “Unbelievable. She picks random guys to laugh with but calls me dramatic for existing.”
And then…oh right…the mission.
Ruhanika got busy chatting with Rohit, who looked way too happy for someone who’d just scored a seat beside her. A few seconds later, Tanya entered and plopped down beside Rohit.
After five minutes, Tanya had already dozed off, and those two were deep in conversation. Rohit kept cracking lame jokes, and Ruhanika kept smiling like he was some kind of stand-up comedian.
Oh wow, Miss Grumpy Face knows how to smile too? Didn’t know her facial muscles were capable of that.
I rolled my eyes at them.
Reaching into my bag, I pulled out my newest “partner in crime.”
Okay fine…I was also a little scared of it. But still. Sometimes sacrifices are necessary for greatness.
I sneakily placed alive lizard in her bag, which I had just found in the storeroom to give it some fresh air. I sat back and eagerly waited for her reaction.
Five minutes passed. Nothing.
Ten minutes. Still nothing.
Why is she not opening her bag? What is she, testing my patience for a reality show?
I cleared my throat, “Ruhanika, can you pass me the water bottle? I’m kinda thirsty.”
She blinked, clearly confused. “You don’t have your own?”
“What? I am thirsty, and it’s called being a decent human helping others survive dehydration.”
Finally, she opened her bag, and I couldn’t help but smirk because now it was time for the real entertainment.
She opened it and, surprise, found a small lizard inside.
She seemed confused at first but then started smiling, holding the lizard like it was the cutest thing ever.
What the heck? I exclaimed, shocked by her reaction
“Oh my god, she’s so cute! How are you, baby?” she cooed to the lizard.
I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing.
“Wow, she’s so adorable! Hello there, lizard!,” she exclaimed in excitement.
Wait, what?
What’s going on here?
Whoa.
“Oh my gosh, she has such pretty and distinctive patterns on her skin, looking cute with those tiny eyes, Lizzu,” she said while playing with the lizard.
Lizzu….she gave a nickname also.
I could pass out any minute.
“Ah, water bottle,” she gave me a bottle of water and then went back to playing with that little lizard, even though I’m scared out of my mind just looking at it.
I took it with shaky hands and gulped down the water, trying to look composed. Only I knew the trauma behind this performance.
When I glanced back, she was still cooing to the lizard. Like it was her child.
And maybe…just maybe…I caught myself smiling a little too.
Nope. Nope. Not happening.
Rohit was still staring at her like she’d descended straight from heaven, all doe-eyed and awkward.
It was getting weird.
Even she looked uncomfortable, shifting slightly in her seat.
I sighed and subtly kicked his leg under the seat.
He jolted and immediately looked straight ahead, terrified, pretending to admire the window like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.
“Stupid,”I muttered under my breath.
Meanwhile, Ruhanika went back to playing with the lizard.
Yep. Playing. With Lizzu. I mean Lizard.
She was even humming under her breath, like she’d just found her long-lost best friend instead of a cold-blooded reptile.
And there I sat watching my brilliant, carefully executed revenge plan turn into a Disney adoption story.
Perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
I ended up crying and drinking the water.
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