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Abhimanyu
I picked up my jacket. THE jacket. The St.Teresa College jacket. The one I had worked for my entire life for. An opportunity I couldn’t afford to waste. Inside, the jacket had neat embroidery, reading Abhimanyu Singh. I put it on a hundred thoughts racing through my head. What if they hate me, what if it’s too hard, what if they find out I’m gay? I shake the thoughts from my head as I walk out.
“I’m going to school Dadhi!” I shout as I step out
“Wait, wait, wait!”
I turn to see my Dadhi running towards me with a bowl of dahi chinni and some kumkum powder. I smile as she puts some powder on my forehead and shoves a spoon of the sweet curd into my mouth.
“For good luck beta. Jai Mata Di.”
“Thanks, Dadhi.” I smile. I look up at my house to see my Masi standing there, an unhappy look on her face. I take a shaky breath.
“I’m going to go now Dadhi,” I say getting onto my bike,
“Ok, beta. Trust me, a smart boy like you will be completely fine.”
I give her a weak smile as I start the bike. If Dadhi thinks I’m fine, I’ll be fine. I hope.
I’ve only been here two days, and somehow, I’m already the centre of attention. Amazing. Apparently, they have two cliques here, Tatas and Batas or to put it in layman's terms, the rich kids and the nerds. And since I’m (allegedly) attractive and buff, I’ve brought the reputation of the Bata kids up.
I don’t know if they think they’re subtle but I can hear all the students whispering behind my back. I don’t want to know what they’re saying if I’m being honest. If that wasn’t enough, the most popular guy in school, Ashok Nanda’s son, for crying out loud, Rohan Nanda has decided I’m enemy number one. If I’m being honest I’m not complaining, he’s really hot so if he thinks of me as his rival I’m flattered.
I speed up on the bike and park in the nearest empty parking spot wiping my sweat as Dimpy approaches me.
Rohan
“Arrey who the hell is this new guy huh? Abhimanyu Singh who does he think he is?! Wherever I go it’s ‘Who is the new guy? Did you see his six-pack? He's so tall, Oh my god… Kukkad kamal da.’ It’s so annoying!” And what’s worse is that hearing all this and seeing Abhimanyu I can’t fault them. In fact, I’m getting inspiration for a new song. But I’d never admit that. I speed on to my spot with Jeet shotgunning.
“Don’t worry Rohan, all the hype surrounding him will be gone in less than four days. It’s not like we’re going to let him into our gang. He’s just trying to copy you. He won’t be a big issue.”
“He better not”.
“Oh ho, look at that. Your little copycat is taking your parking. Let’s go teach him a lesson.” His fist slams into his open palm as if he were some villain in a movie.
“Good idea Jeet, for once in your life.” I feel a smirk spreading across my face as I get out of the car.
I look at Dimpy and Sudo who are standing next to the bike. “Dimpy? Last I remembered you get paid quite a bit to look after my spot. Move this junk from here.”
Sudo puts his head down and walks away. I scoff. Isn’t he supposed to be a genius “Not you Sudo, I was talking about this tin can.”
“It's called a bike.” I turn my head around.
“Acha? What did you say your name was?” I know exactly what his name is, but I still have a reputation to live up to.
“I didn't say.” I roll my eyes. Oh, he has an attitude. How cute. I size him up as the conversation continues. He’s a few inches taller than me, with broad shoulders and muscles to last for years.
“Hey, you aren’t hosting KBC or anything. Are you gonna give us 4 choices now?” Abhimanyu raises his eyebrows.
“Name’s Abhimanyu”
“Abhimanyu... Listen carefully, because I’ll only say this one time. This is my parking. So it's better you take this tractor's brother back to the fields because my car has standards."
“You’re right. Your car is top class.” He slaps my arm and grips it for a moment. I look down at Abhimanyu’s hand as he moves towards his car talking about its specs. He has good strength. And he’s clearly worked for it. I can see his veins and to get that result it requires effort. I’m suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by Dimpy saying something.
“Are you human or google?”
“No, he must have been a mechanic in his village.” Abhimanyu’s jaw is set in annoyance.
“No, valet at a nightclub” Everyone around laughs and jeers. Valet?! This is the guy everyone’s been talking about? It’s time to show this driver his true place.
“Here take the keys and park my car. Oh, and take 500 Rupees to get your bike cleaned. Aur sun, Keep the change.” I say finishing off with a kissing noise and patting his back.
“Where do they come from these village bums.” Jeet taunts.
Suddenly I hear my car revving into… grass? I whip my head back to see my drifting my car in the football field, covering it in dirt and grass. I run into the field as I feel the anger bubble up within me. I hold back Jeet, the idiot that he is, from colliding straight into the car. How dare this nobody spoil my car?!
I stare him down as he gets out of my car. He approaches me with the 500 note I gave him in his hand placing it back into my hand.
“Take this 500 and get your car cleaned. Aur sun, keep the change.”
That’s it I’m going to kill this bit-