Chapter 2

Staring Contest

Sports are in my genes so what a place to rejuvenate my self. I felt so calm and relaxed as I seated myself.

I was sitting on the strands watching a badminton match with Jack who took me there as I could not attend the college today being late. I was upset too because of Caira last night. Jack wanted to help me with distraction so he took me to watch one of the final matches of badminton.

The crowd was full of cheers, wailing and boasting their opponents as both the players were doing a great job with 1 all in two sets and the third one was about to begin and the crowd was at its full swing shouting and cheering the one they support and bullying the later.

Again my eye got caught by the ugly face sitting on one corner scribbling something on a piece of paper and did it with so much concentration that I couldn't help but notice.

Why does she ever come to a match which she is not going to watch and enjoy, damn silly girl and if you know you are ugly with that yucky scar on your face why not dress up well so that people atleast don't get scared of their ugliness. Maybe she flaunts her filthy ugliness.

Why the hell am I staring at her or even looking at such a face to spoil my day. With Caira on my side I never thought about anything else. I was so contented with my perfect life. I think I should move on now. She's given me enough of rejection last night.

"Hey dude lets meet Carlos and congratulate him" Jack told putting his hand on my shoulders in a bro code way.

"Carlos won!" I asked him surprised that the game ended too soon and it was then I realized that the audiences were now moving from their places, most of them had already reached the exit door.

"It was a straight one. He won 21 to 5. What were you doing? Daydreaming" he said sarcastically.

'I know I know I am lost but ..." I stared at that ugly girl.

"Oh the same insecure ugly duckling from last night. Seems like she's scared you huh." He said chuckling and added "I told ya that she keeps on writing when you are playing and she is here too. I wonder why. May be she's a sport freak."

One thing was sure this girl had attracted a great amount of my curiosity which I think she doesn't deserve at all. But what does she keep on writing?

I ignored her thoughts and went to Carlos where we congratulated him giving him a manly hug and chatted for quite a while. I also invited him to my basket ball match which was day after.

With his victory he was crowded by lot of girls who were throwing them at him and I was also not spared as few of them started hitting on me too. I have to get used to this too. Earlier with Caira, no one would dare to hit on me. Even if they tried Caira would give them looks that were so venomous that they would instantly backup for their own good.

We left for college thereafter where I did my physical training first followed by basket ball practice.

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Shyna's pov.

"Come baby" I called my only friend, my only companion and the only person I can trust. Yes a man's only best friend and a loyal one too. Spike, he is my only friend, a German shepherd whom I can always rely on. His huge body and growling voice is so intimidating that people keep off him and gradually they keep away from me too. Yes I like to be a nerd, an ugly duckling which people have nicknamed me as I hear them call when I pass by. Most of them also feel that once they see me it's a bad omen, but I like it. This is actually what I want. I want to be aloof from the entire world, away from every single human being as all of them are bound to deceive you eventually. This world is not worth living for. But I am a curse for myself. I cannot even die as it would only add to miseries. It was better if I died there on or was lost somewhere that I couldn't be backing home. I had been through worst so nothing could have been worse. Why do I have everything that I do not need?

But for mom and my little brother who might not be that little now as it's been three years I had left them to be here. It was always better far off from them then to look into their eyes guiltily and keep silence. They do call me often but I talk in only 'yes's and 'no's showing my coldness and lack of interest. Elvin my younger brother also tried to talk to me once he started talking fluently but gradually he too gave up. It was better that he thought that I was a bitch other than knowing how broken I am.

Spike always waits for me outside the college or the clubs where I go for my project studies and rests where my hummer is parked as pets are not allowed in there. He is so cute that he patiently waits for me till I am back and jumps to me in excitement licking me all over, celebrating my return. He is huge with black and brown fur. He does not have lot of fur but fine enough that a normalbgerman shepherd should have to protect his skin. He settles only when I caress his furry neck and move my hands all around him giving my anticipation of love towards him. It is such a strange thing that in this society of humans where I get pain, insult, suffering and betrayal by humans this animal has always showered his unconditional love to me.

Skipping the rest of the college since I had enough of the stuff ready for the new project regarding players and their neuro-psyco analysis before a crucial match I head towards the big house which is supposed to be my home. Why do I have to live in such a big house when me and Spike would have been contended with a small room itself. This big house scares the scrap out of me. I always feel that there in someone staring at me. Those three pair of eyes have been haunting me all these years. I get so scared at nights at the darkness seems to eat me up. I check and recheck the doors and windows to secure them closed. Though I have nothing left in my life that I should be scared of loosing still this fear has become an ingrained part of my life. I hate to think about those days of my life that gave an ending full stop to my life. The days that ended the desire of living. How desperately do I want to die, to finish this useless life of mine but I have to live so that my mom and my brother can live peacefully. First time when I tried to end my life by cutting my wrist my dad somehow saved me and made it a clear point that my unnatural death would do nothing but lay a suspicion in the mind of legal authorities and would lead to unnecessary investigations that would trouble both me and my family. My dad was so famous that single news from the family would become headlines of the newspapers. That was what I was silent for and since all these years silence has become my best friend.

I haven't even shared the dirty truth of my life with my mom. She knew something wrong had happened but I did not disclose the truth for truth of my life is stranger than the fiction.

I hate to think because thoughts take me where I never want to go. I wish I could erase those memories out of my mind but they keep hunting me down. So I decided to get stronger. Strong for myself. I trained myself with boxing, karate and all the self defense techniques. I also indulged in body building and workouts. Interacting with my trainer was very difficult but I had to. I had to be physically strong as mentally and emotionally I was shattered. So I started with a female coach first and gradually as I was improvising with my strength and fitness levels, my coach Welma later introduced me to Danish, my trainer since last seven months. He is in his mid forties, tall and muscular with wheatish skin but our only interaction is the activities that he makes me do, there is no other exchange of words or emotions between us and we two are comfortable with it.

During times when I cannot keep my mind off those killer memories, that does happen every day, I go to my gym to burnout those memories.

I have a small gym in my big house which is none less than a five star hotel with all the luxuries and amenities without which survival is possible. The big walls are painted pearl white as my counselors said would help me to keep calm were complimented with huge crystal chandeliers. A huge 42" lcd in the living room and a small one in my bed room which I have hardly ever used. The entire furniture was designed and made by designers from Italy who have done best of their jobs with woods and fabrics. And if every thing was normal, I would have loved to live in a house like this independently but for now they are only pieces of articraft at the hands of a person who does not know how to value it.

The gym is well equipped with a treadmill, an elliptical, ab machines, weights and my favorite boxing bag. Yes I love to box. Not that I enjoy it as a game but hit the bag assuming it to be those three people who are responsible for this wrecked life of mine.

I put on my Nike sports bra and cycling shorts. I needn't cover myself now as I am all alone with Spike who is resting at his kennel after a nice meal that he takes once we are back home. He does like dog food but I prefer giving him fresh chicken once in a day. That meal works for him so he rests peacefully after that.

I ran for awhile and the memories were flashing in my eyes. I could hear the echo my shrieks and shouts and yelling but there was no one else who could listen to them. The voices were so clear as if I was hearing them now in my ipod. I always listen to my ipod while I am exercising so I do not have to hear my shrieks echoing in this huge house of mine but today I left it in my room instead of carrying them here.

I rushed to the boxing bag not able to control those shrieks accompanied with evil laughter and started punching.

'thud' pair of green eyes with a grin on his face as he licks his tongue

'thud' his lips move sideways as he twitches them to smile at my agony

'thud' another pair of dark blue eyes join him looking at me raping me with his eyes

'thud' he smiles followed with a laugh that could scare the angels.

'thud' another pair of brown eyes which are more intimidating than a cobra on its paw also join the blue and hazel ones.

'thud' he does not smile he just stares at me as I am naked and then laughs with an added smirk once he reaches close to me.

'thud' they are standing together walking towards me taking equal steps

'thud' they reach me with barely any distance between them and me.

'thud' they laugh in unison enjoying my helplessness

'thud' the blue eyed licks his lips

'thud' the green eyes rubs his hands as you rub when you do something you are longing to do.

'thud' the brown eyed stretched his hand moving the stray of hair from my face, touching my skin for a split second

'thud' "please leave me" I beg

'thud' "please let me go" I murmured

'thud' " please please please" I sobbed.

'thud' "let me go" I shouted, I cried "Pleaseeeee...."

Thud thud thud ' but they evilly laughed and continued.\

"thud'the blue eyed pulled my shirt pulling me with it.

'thud' I am crying, pleading, begging with my hands folded.

Thud thud thud they keep on moving and surrounding me.

'thud thud thud thud' I hit violently to the boxing bag. It was no longer a bag. It was turning into faces white with green eyes, tanned with blue eyes and darker brown eyed one.

'thud thud thud I hit them till they face is covered with blood. Though the blood is mine but I hit them to give me a sign of satisfaction that I have hit them till the blood shone on their face. I wish I could ever do this to them.

I continue hitting them till there is a black out.

I wake up to the barking of Spike. He is barking and licking me. He is moving around me in circles and then I come to my consciousness. I try to sit and try to figure out the time in the watch which is at a distance. I rumble my hands to look for my glasses which might have fallen down before I passed out. Again I passed out today. It is not new to me as it happens quite often. Even today I did not have anything to eat since morning. I have no appetite left in me. Only reason I feed myself is to not to die of starvation. My breathing was important for my family. The fatigue and the burn out might have acted to throw me on the floor. I was used to it. I got my glasses and wore them to check it was 6:30pm, time for Spike's daily walk. I try to make it before the dawn so that I do not have to face the darkness. I am still scared of darkness. I am not confident also whether I would be able to use my defense techniques once I am exposed to the darkness. I even keep my room lights switched at nights so that I do not have to face the darkness. Darkness inside my soul was far more to handle than the actual night darkness.

I stood on my feet with drops of blood on the floor. I decided to wipe it but procrastinated for later. I went to the bathroom and opened the tap. The cold water rushed through the bleeding hands of mine. The blood had started to dry up but as the water cleansed my hands the red liquid filled the white basin staining it red. I let the water flow even if I was done to clear the sink.

I splashed cold water on my face too. I changed into my same loose pants and a hooded loose long t-shirt that was twice my size. I tied my hair tightly into a bun and then fastened a rubberband to them. They were long enough but I was interested in getting them cut. I didn't need parlors at all. I was naturally blessed with clean hairless body but it hardly mattered because I try and avoid all the possible interactions with people.

And now a big black scar on my cheek would complete the ugly look that I like to carry. People look at me once and turn their faces thinking my ugly face to be a bad omen, thus sparing me from useless and unnecessary conversations.

I took him out for a long stroll. This was Spike's time and I wanted to do full justice to him. How much so ever I was ignorant about my necessities or desires, I never extended it to my only companion. I gave him the best I could with best food to best medical treatments to best of the kennels. After all he was not the one responsible for my state, so I do not pour my emptiness to him. He is naturally silent and does not even demand anything. But anyone dare come too close to me; he'll get into his worst forms and bark loud enough to scare the offender. He hasn't bit anyone as yet. No one dared to try anything after his roaring bark that the offenders maintained the distance on their own.

I stopped at the super store to get dog food for Spike.

I halted at the super market on my tracks to shop. This was the best time when it was not empty being scarcely crowded enough to keep me safe. I was picking from the varieties of food available picking all the kinds which I suppose he'd like though he prefers only the frontlines ones but I still like to spend money on him. He often tweezes his nose and looks at me with his own cute and humble face when he doesn't like the new food stuff placed in front of him, otherwise if he likes, he munches the food quickly taking few glances at me every now and then as if offering his piece of gratitude.

It was then I felt eyes on my back. I always am scared of people staring at me but this time it was different. I felt I was being watched. I knew it. I normally do not look here and there. I simply shop my things and move ahead but this person looking at my way is forcing me to turn around and see.

Those silver gray eyes were looking directly at me. It wasn't a simple catching a glance type. He was looking hard at me concentrated. No it was a continuous stare. I tried to look away, ignore him but I couldn't. His stare had some power. He looked at me as if trying to figure out something. I felt conscious all of a sudden. The place was crowded so my fear syndrome was less but my Spike was away at a distance damn dogs are not allowed inside but wait his stare is not scary, it's just attractive but I cannot be attracted by anybody. I am a dead person having a pulse. Then his group of jocks interrupted him and both our stares discontinued. I moved my attention to my dogfood I was choosing, my ears but diverted in the direction.

"Cool beer, chips and whine. All set." One of the jocks said counting the articles in the trolley.

"Hey you forgot the supplies." Other one commented.

"Supplies?" the staring guy asked.

"Why No Caira so you think you wont get a chance to be laid. I am talking about condoms." Other jock said.

I did not see their faces but I could hear their voices. In fact all I could do was listen to them I was so distracted.

"Yeah condoms I definitely need them" I don't know which jock but one amongst them shouted.

I gave a disgusted nod to myself. Its all about f**king and shrugged my shoulders anger boiling inside me.

"I am not interested" the other voice said and the last word was heard aloud as the guy speaking passed besides me.

It was the same guy who was staring at me..........

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Davidson's pov

Am I going crazy? Or am I getting hallucinations?

This ugly face is haunting me or I have lost my taste because inspite of staring at the chicks with lovely buts and sexy boobs in the corner where sanitary stuff is available, I lock my eyes on the girl whom I hate to see and she comes every where I go. Is she actually there or am I so scared of the girl exactly how a little child sees the ghost of a horror movie seen by him again and again or assumes to see so am I seeing her repetitively.

I do get the yuck feeling whenever I see anything dirty or untidy so I can say that I am a cleanliness freak. That might be the reason that this female has collected all the negative grades from me.

I turn my gaze to avoid seeing her but then when I turn back again it happened on its own, not that me taking a turn and face her was intended it was just an unknown reflex. I saw her staring back at me. There right then I was locked as I stared deeper into those browns they had lot of secrets in them. They had lot to share but couldn't. I was lost in those eyes. I didn't realize till I heard Kevin checking "Beer, water, chips perfect"

The ugly girl suddenly got conscious as if she abrubtly remembered something and shuddered, getting back to her shopping.

I was getting bugged of another party tonight, tomorrow being a big day for us as we are playing a very important match against a very strong team and the expectations from our team are higher since we haven't lost a single match in the last 25 matches played. So named as a recreational party or a party to inspire players or loosen their stress whatever name they give to it hardly matters because for me they are all like with loads of loud music, more than essential hard drinks, girls whose name you would forget next day after you had your bit in the bed. Girls yeah cheap ones who think sleeping being a one night stand with a star player is a cool thing and she is hot.

Again Steve whispered shouted condoms reminding me of Caira and my break up and how girls would be drooling over me at the party.

"I am not interested" I snapped and walked away crossing the same ugly duckling I mean ugly girl trying to avoid looking at her as if I see her once again I might get nightmares of her.

However I had to stop for a split second in my tracks as I was about to move out of the market, a different kind of spiritual thing was asking me to wait there and..... but I ignored that stupid feeling of mine. I think Caira is right I AM really naïve at times and walked off.

The party was cool with our team deciding our moves on the game to be played next day. I was a bit nerved because it would be first time that the cheerleader won't be my girlfriend and I'd miss her body after the match. She would dance and jump and move in her short Sexy cheerleader dress but it would be different tomorrow. She would never look at me the way she used to. I won't be able to show my smirk to anyone after a good move or winning a basket because those smiles or nod of appreciation from her meant a lot to me. Since my family was not very keen in my playing basket ball, she was my support system. I felt I was not alone.

I however have to keep focus. Winning is important for me because sooner there would be selectors visiting to scrutinize the players for Selections and it is going to be a huge opportunity.

I need to add that break up from Caira was a blessing in disguise because instead of exploring her creamy white body in the morning and accentuating my hormonal skills I push my butt off the bed and head towards the gym and grounds for physical training and match practice. I however am not doing that well in basketing the ball. I just get too distracted. My mind swifts towards my show off gesture when I give a winning smirk to my girl after a goal but she's missing. I think I have got addicted to her and that was not a good sign.

"Hey Dav may I join you" the girl I don't remember her name but is Ron's ex asked as she sat besides me crossing her legs and showing off her lean and toned legs as they show up from the slit of the skirt which is as big as the pink skirt of hers. If I am not mistaken she has also put on makeup on her legs to add shine and a bit of tan to them.

"Sure" I said politely trying to keep my eyes off from her tempting exposing legs.

She raised her pointer at me and then reached my cheeks touching them and slowly moved it downwards reaching the button of my white shirt. "Looking for some fun tonight?" she asked flirtily turning sideways showing her cleavage and exposing a little bit more of her legs.

Though the offer was quite tantalizing, I chose the other option. I was not used to one night stand. I was never that kind of person. I tried to have serious affairs though some of them didn't last too long but sleeping with every second person having b**bs was not me

"Thanks for the offer umm..." I paused trying to remember her name.

"Cassie. I am Cassie" she offered her nice manicured hands with pink paint matching her dress. She was perfect. I mean she was organized who took care of details, perfect make up not too less not more not messing things up. And I liked people who were presentable.

"Davidson" I took her hand pressing them slightly giving it a firm shake. I was impressed.

"Ofcourse I know you Davidson. Who won't know the best basketball player of Oxford High?" she said in a most sophisticated manner controlling her words and speaking selectively.

"How about starting with a friendship first?" I asked completely moved by her body language.

"So you like to take it a little slow. I like that." She accepted.

We shared couple of drinks till she left to dance for a while with her friends.

Ron came over with his group of friends offering me with a glass of beer which I took. Cassie did not come back to me. She was having her party time with her group of friends I guess as they were drinking and giggling over random jokes as I could see from a distance. She did wink at me a couple of times and waved me to come and dance but I simply waved as I was fine with myself

Jack joined me later with his choice of drinks when Ciara entered the party with Steve and she was all head over heels over him kissing each other so we headed towards the garden area once again. Jack knew I was still uncomfortable around her.

We sat on the porch gazing the sky and I realized that any further drink wasn't good for the match next day. I took my keys and walked to my sedan and the same house caught my attention. The house was locked like earlier, all the windows closed, lights turned out for all the rooms except for one in which the lean figure was hitting punches again and again. She paced around and then went on punching. Insane' I thought to myself who on earth would do a work out at this hour of the night.

I felt that I was assuming things. I was drunk. I shouldn't drive I told to myself and took a cab for my home, going back to the party was out of question. I needed a good night's sleep for the match next day.

Though I did not get that sleep I longed for; the memories of Ciara in my bed before the match disturbed me till late then I finally went to sleep.

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I picked my car from Ron's place early in the morning before going for a warm up session at the local court where the coach had called us. The venue was still at a distance and expecting to have a practice session there was something silly as it was the home ground of the home team.

With the lack of sleep and picking up my car I was late so I got firing from Mr. Daniels who was our head coach, a short height man in his early fifties but fit like a lion and strict too. Strict nay! he was extremely strict and disciplined. I took it with my head down. I knew I was at the wrong edge. But the day was not exactly a head start as it should have been as today was a crucial match. I ignored the negative feelings arousing inside me and continued with the practice. The coach gave us some essential tips and last minute details about the game about which player to attack and which players to avoid pass and on.

The entire team reached the venue on time touching the courts in high spirits.

"Rock it Steve" I heard a familiar voice from the strands where cheerleaders were standing in their red and white uniforms and red and silver pim poms. My blood boiled as Steve gave a flying kiss to the Ciara for which his palm stuck to his mouth for a little longer time than essential before throwing it to Ciara in the air.

She too grabbed that invisible kiss and acted to put it in her bra that she was wearing underneath her red and white top. She then pressed her heart above her bulging beauties as if treasuring the invisible kiss.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't disturbed. I hadn't moved on actually till now. This was enough to defocus me.

The start of the game was good with our team getting the catch of the ball but soon with the opponent's excellent foot work and hitting our players accidentally as claimed by them they lead the game with 4 baskets. We were simply chasing them trying to get hold of the ball. It seemed that they had fixed the frequency of the static electricity between their hands and the ball such that the ball was stuck in their custody.

Suddenly Ron changed the move as decided earlier to stay backward and he pushed Steve on the forward marking himself right behind him. He also signaled me to be on alert because I was the best to hit the basket if ever I had got a chance.

The opponent team got confused and soon Steve was dribbling the ball then passed it on to Peter who then passed it to Ron and Ron yelled "David" to throw the ball to me. I was in the ready position standing exactly where we could score three in one shot. I caught the ball and in a leap it was a basket. I threw my fist in the air, my winning arch and then as a habit I looked at the girl in the strands but she wasn't looking in my direction. Instead my gaze fell on the ugly girl sitting behind her again scribbling on the piece of paper.

The score was now close to 4-3 we were only a score behind. But I was no longer in the court, my mind was there at the strands where my ex was making someone else happy and the most ugliest person in the world had spelled a curse on me.

I got plenty of takes after that but I proved to be a chicken. After missing around 8 chances and lagging behind 13 points to 3, Ron changed the positions and I was not given the chance to basket the ball again. After the first half we were on a close score of 25 to 22, opponent team, still leading.

Ron called us together and he looked into my eyes and shouted BASKET. I nodded in anticipation but I was not playing my game that day. In spite of five more chances handed over to me; I did not make any of it. The team was disappointed and the opponents were on high spirits now. They stopped their rough tactics. They were playing smoothly now and confidently too and we were continuing our errands of errors thus losing miserably 45 points to 20.

Needless to say the entire blame was shot on me. Higher the expectations, greater the disappointments. With lots of mumbling and grumbling, I was again left alone on the court thinking to myself. What went wrong? Why couldn't I basket properly? I was in thorough practice, my fitness levels were amazing. But end of the day we lost. The winning streak ended after the 25th win.

The entire place was empty but other than me there was someone else too who was still seated in the place scribbling as usual on her writing board. Suddenly I had a new urge to know what on earth she keeps on writing.

All of a sudden as she pinned her pen on the board that she was writing on as a mark of completion of work and then she seemed to look at it proudly patting herself in her mind for the amazing task completed by her, she lifted her head and she flinched. Yes she got scared as her face lost its color. Though the big black scar hid the color of her face but she still was fair, ugly but fair which had turned pale with sudden fear.

She stood up and hastened her feet. She was jumping two stairs at a time in a hurry to reach somewhere.

Absentmindedly I followed her, not to stalk her but to go to my car to go back home to spend some time with myself to check where I went wrong. \

Right then I noticed that that girl's pace had slowed down as she left the main door of the stadium.

She now managed to stuff her things in her bag. In doing so she dropped couple of papers, her assignment sheets as they looked like when I picked them up. I had to look at them. My curiosity was winning over my actions.

I read to see the heading. One of them was conclusion of Badminton Finals[boys]

The other one read Basketball Match [reasons of failure of the loser team]

I hurriedly read the last point as it was marked {IMP} it said #main player numbered 10 in his t-shirt out of focus did not play well.

Though I was quite furious reading about myself but the good part of me told me to return the sheets to her.

I followed her for a while running and as I reached close to her I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her.

She immediately turned around doing a big leg slit and knocked on my face with her shoe hitting my nose. It started bleeding. I knew because as I felt the tingle of some warm liquid over my lip, I scrunched to check it was nothing but my blood. She pulled her right hand back getting ready for another blow to hit me. I shielded my face with both my hands

"Stop! Stop! I have this." I pushed back and forth the sheets of paper still in my hands which were still hiding my face.

Slowly she pulled back her hand to the so called normal place. If I am not mistaken I saw a shiver cum shudder in her body.

Her eyes went tense as she grabbed those sheets from me. Those goldenbrown eyes were so dry as if asking a million questions together and it held lots of words too that she was hiding inside. Though there was a layer of glass over her eyes as she was wearing huge spectacles on them but they still were alluring as if it consisted of whole universe in them.

I was having burning sensation on my lower lip because of the hit this ugly girl gave me still I could not leave my focus from her eyes and the strange thing was she was staring me back with a very strange kind of expression and suddenly realizing something and went a step back as if I was a live Hiroshima bomb. She melted very next moment as she saw blood on my lower lips. She stretched her hands in an act to wipe it off and suddenly she turned around and walked away.

I followed her for a distance till she joined her companion- the dog and walked to her car. I preferred maintaining the distance from the ferocious animal. Also I had no intentions to communicate with that girl but the last line of her paper was grabbing a lot of my attention player # 10 did not focus, F##k it I was player no 10 as no10 is printed on my t-shirt. I like to wear a no10 t shirt since childhood as I won my first tournament when I wore that no10 t-shirt for the first time at the game. Since then that no 10 has become my lucky omen and I have fixed to it. My performance being equally good, nobody has challenged me or denied it so far.

I wanted to skip the class for the day as I knew I would get a few angry glances from the fans of the team but I need to study to fulfill my family's dream so I went to the class only to find that it was a free lecture as the faculty was busy with some preparations.

I sat with my group of jocks talking randomly and commenting on girls

"Hey look the no boob girl" Peter from the gang commented.

"Now the artificial boobs." He added as he directed his gaze on another girl wearing a red colored top with tight jeans.

"Artificial boobs?" I asked he is so mean sometimes.

"See so big boobs. Are they ever possible? That means that she got the surgery done to make them bigger." Peter said laughing.

"You are right but big ones huh" Ron said as he widened his eyes looking at the red t-shirt girl.

"Now the dancing butties comes in her skimpy skirt" Daniels commented on another girl coming in her short no vereeeeeeeeeee short denim skirt moving her butts more quickly than her legs were moving.

"Let me guess why?" Peter said in excitement "her butts are like dancing booties moving so quickly ummmm.." he said as he licked his mouth.

"You don't spare any chick." I said as I hit him on his shoulder.

"Yeah I don't everyone is special in her own way big butts, no butt, gorillas..." Peter said showering his wikipedia knowledge about girls and their body to us.

"Gorillas. now what are they?" I asked trying to be a part of the discussion to forget that we lost our match today because I was not focused.

"Yeah the ones who do not get time enough to wax their bodies and carry their hair with them wherever they go. They are gorillas." Peter explained in a very serious tone as if discussing the current politics.

"All of them are special like the one entering the college and now Our special ugly duckling." Daniels said mockingly.

"Ugly duckling?" I asked turning around looking at the new comer as I was facing Daniels who was facing the gates behind me.

It was the same scribbler from the Courts and now she is here too. How is this possible? It appears that there is only one girl left alive on the earth and that is this one who comes wherever I go. She attacked me at the courts. I want to know if she'll repeat it again here now.

I run for a distance and as I near her I brush her shoulders purposely with mine, wanting to see again the feisty and fighting side of her again.

As our skin met she flinched. She was scared so bad as if seen a ghost with a naked eye in the blindness of the night. She looked here and there scared and walked away as if I was invisible to her. Not that I expected her to greet me 'hi I am ugly girl who just attacked you' and neither would have I replied as I was a jock and had a rep and who was she? A nerd.

'Umm what did Daniels say.............

'Ugly Duckling' suits her' I chuckled to myself.[Please try to drop in a line in the comment box to let me know what you feel about the story.

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