Part 6
Sharad's POV
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! (SIGH OF HAPPINESS) This Divyanka is so easy to fool, i think she would belive anything someone would say to her. I am so glad she is my tutor though. Now i can woo her with my awesomely awesome smartness!! I mean, i am pretty sure she almost had a heart attack right on the spot when i did so well on the problems she gave me. I mean seriously, school is a breeze if you know what you're doing and study, but i have a reputation to keep, and im not gonna become some new geek by getting all good grades. So, I lay low and do dirty work and fail frequently, but not enough to get into super trouble. Although, if i do become a geek, I would be the hot and dashing geek. I mean, who can resist me?? Ok, maybe Divyanka can, but hello, new york girls are a little harder(lol) but id get to her, plus listening to her before about the Ranbir part, i could sooo tell that she just broke up with him, or vice-versa. Poor thing, though. She looked like she really liked this dude, but oh well, better for me .I hate to admit it, but i am actually having fun with being the "good" kid.
It sure is a perk to look at my teachers expressions, that is a riot. Mrs. Chada actually fainted, and out principal, who usually has so many complaints from teachers against me, actually pinched himself to see if he was dreaming or not. One of the pasing teachers, so shocked when i picked up this students books and held dors open actually walked into a pole!! Seriuosly, a pole!! That was just to much!! I have no idea how i mangaed to get out of that hall without laughing infront of his face!! Maybe i am a good kid at heart. And i also have to say, talking to div gives me great joy. She is like a best friend who I never had. I mean, my guy friends would never really listen to what i wanted to say, they just wanted people to see them hang out with me. Plus, they're like gossip girls. I hav enicknamed them the gossiping guys. And girls........... well, everyone knows what effect i have on girls. I can't even talk to them for a minute without getting millions of puppy dog looks, and a feeling i should run to the dry cleaners and send them a bill after the cleaners wash my shirt, because they practically drool all over me, seriuosly, they need to get a grip on themselves.
Divz is the only person who i can actaully stand being next to without wanting to puke, well except when she is plain mean, or i have eaten something funny. Anyways, tutoring time is over now, and we're going to meet almost everyday after school. I feel bad for her though, kind of, not really. I know she can't really stand me. But, i know i will get to her eventually. i am determined to try to get her to o out with me to the formal dance, which is in a week or two. I can't wait until she says yes, because then that would mean every girl in this whole entire school was/is latoo over me, and they are/were my puppets. So, i went home and dropped off my homework.
Then, i went to my grandma's house. I am NOT the liar everyone thinks I am.(😉 srry sharad, that was so me, sincerely, radhika) I was actually telling the truth when i told Div about my grandma, she is really sick, and i have been taking a lot of care of her. I just hope she gets better soon. Truth is, although im never going to admit it to anyone, when it comes to family, I am a very soft person. But at school, I am a hardened meanie who doesn't care about anyone or anything aside from myself. I just never told anyone and never will about my other side. Well, never will tell anyone who i knwo will analyze it, discuss it, think about it, waste their braincells, ponder all day, cook up something, add mirch masala, debate over whether it is good, then pass it on to others who would rinse and repeat and rinse and repeat and rinse and repeat until there is not even an ounce of truth left in the whole entire story, athough by then it would be a rumor. I dont know how i opened up like that, or even why. There was something about her, like the way she looked at t you, making even someone like me think that she was actually interested in my ideas, though i know she isn't.
THen, suddenly, i just realised what i was thinking. I ordered myself, big guys, cool dude, get a grip. I mean, here i am, rambling on, thinking about how i am not that hard person in a shell, but a sweet guy. Not the human rock, the ice block, but the melted chocolate. I know i was, but in a way im not. I dont care about girls, i jsut like enjoying myself. And i will not let myself drown in goodness. I was, am, and always will be, Sharad Malhotra, the cooleest, hottest kid in school, who dated and abonded all girls, and didn't care the least about grades, teachers, was defiant to authority, very derisive, and hung out with his so called friends. I will definitley win that pain over then be myself. My image. My mirror. My clone.
Srry, i know that was dumb and stupid and short. I just couldn't think. I was writing, then my mind hit a big blank and jammed. So, is Sharad the guy you thought he was?? and priya, take it away when you have time, i am feeling better knowing my lousy update wil be follwed by your marvelous one.
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