Surprised? ;)

~Kritika~

I studiously took down notes, trying to keep pace with Mrs. Smith. Apparently, her talking and our writing was inversely proportional.

She just talked on and on, not bothering for is to finish copying whatever she said on paper. And there was one major fact that didn't help this problem. At all.

Today's lecture was boring. Period.

I moved my pen lazily, my eyes barely open. I was among those few people who actually bothered to pay attention.

The rest of the class was either sleeping or texting, judging from the buzzes I heard every few seconds.

The only thing that was giving me motivation to write was that it was the last lecture of the day, which meant I could go home. Finally.

Suddenly, a small wad of paper came flying at my desk. I slightly jumped in surprise. Luckily, no one noticed my reaction and I stealthily picked it up.

KMN

I recognized the handwriting as Stacey's. But what the hell was KMN?

Not a second later, yet another wad landed on my table.

Kill Me Now. (Judging from your confused expression, I knew you had no idea what I meant.)

An involuntary snort escaped my mouth and I slapped my hand on my mouth. Crap. I hope it wasn't loud.

Unfortunately, it seemed that my fate wasn't working in my favour today.

Mrs. Smith was glaring daggers at me. Lets just say that if looks could kill, I would've been six feet under.

"Is there a problem, Kreetika?" she snapped, adjusting her moon shaped glasses.

She always pronounced my name the wrong way and I had corrected her a billion times already. Oh well.

"No, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am." I stammered , not quiet bothering to correct her this time.

She let out a little hmph and resumed her teaching, causing me to let out a huge sigh of relief.

I hate being called out on.

When she wasn't looking, I glared nastily at a certain curly haired brunette, who was having a silent laughing fit.

Grumbling, I sunk down in my chair, throwing my pen onto the desk causing it to let out a little clink.

The lecture was boring. The whole class was practically dozing off with open eyes, a talent I hadn't quiet acquired I jealously admit.

As if right on cue, Ricky beside me let out a small snore causing me to fight back an amused smile with little success.

As inconspicuously as I could, I lay my head down on the table, closing my eyes myself. I didn't let sleep take over though.

I suddenly felt my forehead vibrate, causing me to snap my eyes open. My phone had buzzed.

I picked it up as silently and stealthily as I could. Me and my ninja skills.

It was a message from Liam.

Hi

I snorted quietly. Typical. I quickly typed back a hi.

A second later, my phone buzzed with another message.

From: Liam

Whatcha doin? ;)

I gave the message a long, suspicious look. Okay, Liam never sends winky faces. That's weird.

From: Kritika

I'm in class .-.

From: Liam

Then why are you on your phone? Pay attention Tsk tsk ;)

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Okay, two winky faces something is really fishy now.

From: Liam

You there? ;)

From: Kritika

Who are you and what have you done to him?

It took some time for my phone to buzz back with a reply

From: Liam

I'm sorry. I had left my phone with Louis for a while. Guess he messaged you huh?

From: Kritika

Guess? xD Tell the others I say hi

From: Liam

Will do. Oops. Break's over. Gotta go. Laters, babes.

From: Kritika

You did NOT just write that -_- Quit with the Fifty Shades references already.

From: Liam

Later, Flower

I scoffed, ready to text something witty back when I felt someone's dark presence looming over me. I gulped in fear, shutting my phone as fast as I could. Oh crapbag, I'm so in trouble.

I reluctantly looked to my left to see Mrs. Smith glaring daggers.

Fortunately, they weren't directed towards me.

"How dare you sleep in my class." she bellowed at Ricky, causing him to wake up with a jolt.

"Mooom,What time is iiiit?" he yawned groggily, still not quiet realising what was happening.

"Time to GET OUT OF MY CLASS." She yelled so loudly that he scampered out of his seat like a rat, not bothering to take his bag along with him.

She muttered something in Spanish and shook her head at his retreating figure.

Once she was back to her droning, I felt my phone buzz once more. I rolled my eyes. Didn't he say he had to go?

I retrieved it from under my desk. However, the bell rang loudly just a second later and everybody literally sprang out of their seats.

"Where do you think you are going? My class isn't over yet." she yelled, trying to get us all seated again.

I spotted Stacey and we telepathically decided to do what was the best.

We made a run for it. We ran out of the class not bothering to look back, cackling like witches.

"I can't." she wheezed when we reached the parking lot. "Oh my god. You should've seen her face! Poor Ricky."

I couldn't stop laughing either. Poor Ricky indeed.

***

"So.." she trailed on, as we drove out of college grounds.

"So...?" I mimicked her, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Did you not read my message?" she sighed pointedly.

"Oh, That last one was from you?" I asked dumbly.

"Duh." she snorted.

I shook my head sheepishly, causing her to let out another sigh.

"So I was wondering what the hell happened back there. I saw you on your phone." she said, a ghost of a smile on her face.

"Yeah. I was texting Li. I mean, Liam. Why do you ask?" I shrugged, reaching for my water bottle and unscrewing it's cap.

"Oh? So that's why you were smiling like a joker on drugs?" She asked with a knowing smile on her face causing me to pause with the bottle mid-air.

Stacey had a knack of reading too much into things. Anything and everything seemed suspicious, I guess it's because of her childhood obsession with Sherlock Holmes.

But the only thing separating her and Sherlock Holmes was that Sherlock Holmes used proof to arrive conclusions. But Stacey uses conclusions to arrive to proofs. No matter how ridiculous they were. She could conjure them up from thin air.

And right now, I could see the cogwheels whirring in her brain.

Uh oh, this couldn't end well.

"I wasn't doing that." I protested.

"Yeah, right." she agreed. "You weren't just smiling. You rolled your eyes a few times and added a few snorts here and there too." she pointed out giving me an inoccent shrug.

Innocent my butt.

"Okay, whoa. What the hell?" I asked incredulously.

"I was seated two benches away from you, not on the other side of the class." she said dryly. "So tell me, what was that all about?"

Distract her, my conscience hissed.

"Nothing." I waved her off. "That reminds me, Did you talk to Mr. Idiot-head boyfriend?" I asked her, hoping that she would get distracted.

"Don't call him that." she gasped, nudging my arm. "And yeah. He apologised and said that, I quote, something came up. He is still not forgiven though."

"Yeah, he's so not forgiven." I mumbled, glad that the topic had shifted from me.

"Oh. And don't think you're off the hook, missy."

Dang. I almost succeeded. Well, I guess, KMN.

"It was nothing, girl. Nada. Zilch. Rien." I said "Just idle talk."

"Yeah idle talk, my butt. And saying no in more than one language won't help your case" she snorted "your goofy smile pretty much explained it."

"He was being funny." I defended myself.

There was a pregnant pause before she finally spoke.

"You like him right? Like like him? Oh I so approve." She said with an excited smile. Woah, what? "

"No." I snorted. Not that it was ridiculous, I just didn't like him that way.

"You sure?" she pressed.

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

That caused her smile to fade slightly. She stared at me, hard. More like she was boring her eyes into my soul.

I internally rolled my eyes. Ah, resorting to the good old mafia stare down, are we?

I stared right back at her, with equal force if not more.

"Okay, I believe you"' she sighed, apparently giving up.

"Thank you." I teased.

"But. It's sad, really." she continued "How could you not like him? He's one great looking guy. I'd totally marry him. He's so nice." She sighed almost.. dreamily "And he has green eyes. Bonus!"

"Okay first of all, Ew. Marry him? Seriously?" I asked, totally weirded out.

"And second of all, they're like a chocolate brown, not green." I reminded her, shaking my head.

Once I stopped talking, she gave me such a huge grin that it would've given the Cheshire cat a run for its money.

"What?" I asked her getting slightly creeped out by her expression.

Okay scratch that. I was totally and utterly creeped out.

"Oh my god." she squealed. "You like him."

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Wohooooo an early update! I tried to make it looooooooooooooong

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P.S. one special shout out to my friend @CuteLittleBootie who is successfully back on earth :P