"Yo Y/N here thinks she's the best of them, too bad she doesn't even know how to perm!"

Did he just... rap that?  Why my opponents are getting weaker? I know he's just a beginner just by his style, but perm, seriously?

"I don't even need a comeback,
Write better lyrics and come back."

I do not have to even rap those two lines as the opponent now know how weak the 'insult' he tried to pull.  I mean, perm???? I tried hard to keep a straight face while the small crowd consisting my classmates and his friends laughed, mocking him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't even consider challenging her!  Oh man, why you rap about perming and all? " His friend wrapped his arm around the opponent's dull shoulder and dragged him out while, of course roasting him.

"Angel! you were fire back there!" Bobby- 'my admirer' as he would like to call himself, adjusted his heavy rimmed glasses and handed me my water bottle, which I snatched from him.

"Since when did you started touching my things? Saara, did you let him? " I asked my Saara  my other friend who stood clueless with my bag worn in front, along with her bag swinging on her hand.

"I was just away for a second Y/N, and this Groot thieved your bottle" She complained while sending a heavy glare to Bobby who is preparing something in his mind to justify why he stole my bottle.

"I was just being thoughtful, okay?  You went talking on the phone and what if you forgot giving her bottle? She would be thirsty after finishing battles, you know that right? "He said in a tone we used in primary school to reveal the people who used to copy - the excessive pride of the class nerdo and, Bobby is our class nerd. Every professor's pet.

"Look, it wasn't even a battle. So I'm not tired. Don't you people try to make me agree into these battles ever again. They're not worth my time. " The bell rang and we sat in our respective seats - Bobby in the boy's column immediately left to me and Saara in my right on the same bench.

Prof. Steve started with his Powerpoint presentation and I took my notebook as usual to write some new lyrics.

I'm trying to write my own track for a while and possibly record it as Bobby's brothers have contact with small scale producing labels. That's one of the reasons why I let that nagging-nerd to tag along with us, apart from being our bag holder. First few battles when I was a fresher in this college were pretty tough as I was just a beginner practising rap. The issue with the fellow rappers here is they didn't develop themselves in time and the people whom I used to think of as 'tough competition ' are easy now, just like that 'Perm' guy.

I tried to write something but nothing came. So I started to look through the window, staring the empty corridor, top of the trees, and the cloudy bright summer sky from our third-floor classroom.

'Y/n'!! Correct this code come on! " Oops!  I got caught by Prof. Steve AGAIN. Last time he warned me that he'd take me to the principal. Guess it's time to meet the old man after a very long time.

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The AC in the principal's office is freezing. All our college fees and we don't have air conditioning in our class!  

When I entered into the Principal's room along with prof. Steve, the principal was talking to a male, probably young but I didn't get to see his face since I was made to stand behind him, facing the principal while prof. Steve sat beside that guy.

"This is the eighth-time in this week I caught her disturbing the class! "

"Jesus Y/N! Even a week has only seven days!" the guy in the seat before me chucked a little as the old man stared at me.

"But I was just sitting silently, Sir" I justified while Prof. Steve cleared his throat. Is he going to tell the old man my internal marks? oh, lord don't let it be.

"Weren't you the girl language teacher Kannan bought here for trouble making last month? " The old man asked me while adjusting his tie to remove his collar button as if the 16-degree celsius air-conditioned room has become hot all of a sudden. The guy sitting before me smirked the whole time; I can see his one bulged cheek while looking down checking a few papers. 

Why do they have to do it in front of someone? What if he's a junior? That'd be embarrassing!

I slowly nodded and he rolled his eyes.

"Y/n AKA The Angel would behave if I let her experience something which she must never have -to toil. So Y/N the Angel will clean her classroom with her wings for time being and take care of the garden on weekends. "

He waved me to go out leaving my mouth hanging.  Steve, looking at me triumphantly walked out for his next class.

How dare the old man use my rapper Nlnickname to insult me in front of unknown guy?! That guy laughed out aloud for god's sake when he spelt out my punishment! I hope he doesn't share this with anybody; I mean as if I care about what a random guy spread about me. Angel doesn't have time to worry about something microscopic. 

A/N

I dedicate this chapter to madhuelsaanna who requested a Prabhas fanfic!!  Hope you enjoy my work!!

And I thank Sweeteacake for your constant support!! I hope you like this work too!!