Natasha

(Before reading this- A small warning. There might be instances where the character might degrade males but plz remember that isn't my view but the character's. So blame it on her but not me lol. You won't know but she might simply be joking in some cases. Are we clear? Ok, read on.)

« NATASHA »

The tip of my pen made a constant tapping sound against my desk as I hit. Tap, tap, tap, it went along with the boring seconds of time. Finally, the phone buzzed in my pocket and I drew out, beneath my desk. I read the message and rolled my eyes. Casting my pen aside, I tapped the screen of my phone instead.

"You haven't even reached
here and you're accusing Me
of getting Late? Just release
your shit if you can't hold it
in but don't rub your sexual
impatience off me.

PS- Ten more minutes."

His reply came a few seconds later.

"When will you ever get your
mind off the gutter, Nat?
I'm accusing you because I
KNOW you'll be late.
Maybe accusing you earlier
will make me wait less. 😉"

"Then I'm afraid I'll have
to break that belief of
yours, just you wait."

"Waiting is all I ever do."

I messaged him, the moment my lecturer finished the roll call. Students surrounded him to ask questions while I brisked my way out of the classroom. I would show him today. I was just near the exit when someone tapped my shoulder from behind.

“Uh, excuse me but can you spare a minute, please?" Akansha, my classmate spoke with a book tugged between her hands.

Oh brother!

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Boys. There were all sorts of boys around— Assholes, nerds, dicks, prince charming in disguise, rich brats, egoistic brats, workaholics etc. To be honest, I wasn't bothered with the kind of assholes they were, or the amount of money their wallets bore, or whether they spoke Gujarati or Bengali. I simply looped them into one of the three categories—

1- Guys who wanted me.

2- Guys who I wanted.

3- The wanting is mutual baby, also known as, what are we waiting for?

It was for my convenience and mine alone. Without a doubt, the third category was my most favorite while the first one was my least. The second one was frustrating too, but I managed, thinking it was their loss, not mine. Atleast I wasn't like those stuck up chewing gums who forgot the meaning of 'no.'

But then, there were guys who didn't fall into any one of these categories. The man I was about to meet was one of them.

I carried my legs to a considerable speed, pushing people out of my way as I made my way to the area outside the restaurant. My eyes swept across the place— Multiple tables surrounded by a set of chairs, shaded by a huge white umbrella above. My gaze halted to a man dressed in black shirt and dark blue jeans, sitting at a corner. His black jet hair, rugged chin and lean body only confirmed my suspicions. Upon walking nearer, his big black eyes lifted from his phone to meet mine. A frown formed his features, expressing obvious displeasure.

“Fuck you!”

“I would say fuck me too, but that's not true. Last night was a flop,” I smirked.

“You deserved it,” he mumbled in spite and got back to his Android, pretending I wasn't there. I waited for him to add anything else but it never came. I groaned.

“Fiiine, I'm sorry! I swear I was going to be on time but then this chick showed up with some questions and I couldn't say no.”

I may look like a fuck up but I wasn't into civil engineering for nothing. I had a knack for solving equations and problems since I learned the meaning of physics. While hundreds of students did for the sake of it, I did it with interest. I loved Maths and Physics like how others loved English. I could have opted for a major in Physics, but it was too demanding, so I opted for engineering instead. I wasn't a born genius, though. There were times when I wasn't able to solve it and it annoyed me, more than my Ma's scolding but that challenge was the exciting part. I fucked those problems before I could let them fuck me. I wasn't called as beauty with brains for nothing. I earned that shit. So it didn't came as a surprise that my lovely classmates burdened me with questions. I was happy to comply, even at the cost of letting my boy friend wait. A bad girl friend, I know.

“Even when you know there's a friend who travels two hours in traffic, just to see your sorry ass,” he said, his eyes still glued to the phone screen. Now he was deliberately trying to take me on a guilt trip.

“Okay Abhi, look at me,” I said and he did just that. “Look, I don't want to turn this into a drama, so can we move past it and hug each other?”

His eyes narrowed into slits. “You do realize you're late by thirty- five minutes, right?”

“Yes, and I'm sorry. Please!” I pleaded, pulling my best childish face that he possibly couldn't say no to.

“Don't show me that plastic face. You know I hate it,” he said, his lips breaking into a small smile and I heaved a sigh of relief. Soon, he stood to enclose me in his arms. I hugged him back just as fiercely, taking in his familiar scent mixed with a pinch of sweat. Everything was fine now.

“I missed you, big guy.”

“But we met last week," he retorted and I hit his back with my fist that earned a cry of pain from him. He was so sensitive I swear.

We settled down, getting into our usual routine of conversation. Our orders would come later. He expressed his displeasure at my love for studies. Logical parts to be exact, I still hated juggling with the theoretical ones. “Seriously, it would be so ideal having a nerdy boyfriend. We would actually do something productive besides fucking."

“Productive as in, producing an offspring,” he joked and I rolled my eyes.

Our sappy moment was interrupted by one of the most productive devices, known as the phone. It was an unknown number but I was able to see the name of the caller with the help of the app. I let out a groan of utter frustration. “I swear this motherfucker—”

“Who is it this time?” he asked, not seeming surprised one bit.

I let the phone vibrate and told him about my disastrous last night. He did what any other dick would do.

“I'll hit you bad if you don't stop laughing,” I threatened though we both knew it was useless. How unfortunate!

“I'll be happy to choke on laughter, milady,” he joked. “Alongwith Khushboo since she knows you too.”

“Nope. She doesn't know. I made up a lie, telling her that I dumped him due to crappy pick up lines.”

Abhi shook his head as he understood the reason behind my action. “You won't understand, Abhi. Call it a woman's gut but I don't trust her completely. Not after the highly rated sarcastic comments she had made in the past. Khushboo is nice but I'm afraid that's all she is. Just because she's my roommate doesn't mean I'll confide all my dirty secrets to her.”

“I understand that. It's not easy to trust people but you've known Khushboo for over two years now. Surely you can trust her a little.”

My family resided in Thane, which was almost thirty kilometers from my college. For the first year, I travelled from Thane to Bandra to attend my classes. Needless to say, it became a little taxing, especially with all the extra classes and functions in between. My sufferings came to an end with a chance encounter with Khushboo. We bonded over a fest, where some of the girls volunteered to work in a bhel stall. I was complaining over how tedious it was to travel so late at home when she offered me a heavenly proposal. A proposal to live in her apartment, provided I would offer atleast a quarter of her rent. I eventually talked to my parents. They didn't seem too thrilled at first but I promised to be home, half of the time and that apartment would only be my second choice. They inspected the place, talked to Khushboo before finally giving in. I was beyond escalated. Having a temporary room meant I could stay the night with a man or have a ladies night. It was like getting a vacation ticket to Switzerland. I was free.

I alternated my days between my home and apartment. With time, my family became used to my presence and absence at home. I was immensely relieved at the little distance between us.

“I do consider her as my good girl friend. I just—” I said but was interrupted by my phone vibrating yet again. By the very same number. "Fuck, why doesn't he let me go?" I swore, picking up my phone to block the contact, but Abhi's gestured with his hand to stop.

"Wait Nat, let me manhandle this," he suggested, cracking his fingers. By manhandle, he meant verbal assault. My lips forced to twitch.

“Fine,” I gave up, handling my phone to him. “Just don't go overkill.”

“Sure, I'll kill him very, very slowly,” he winked and my lips twitched even more. He took my phone and walked a considerable distance to talk to Manit. As if his colorful words will make me shit my pants. Typical boys.

Nonetheless, this specimen was an exception and I loved him through and through.

Abhishek and my hi온라인카지노게임 went back to school in Thane. He was classed off as a delinquent, smart and mysterious. I always felt a pull towards mysterious boys and this one was no exception. I was determined to find out about him. I stalked him one day after school (Yeah, creepy but get used to it) and noticed him hanging out with some older guys. They screamed bad company but I kept mute since I didn't have anything to do with him. We weren't exactly civil. Over time, I heard some nasty rumors flying about him falling into some sort of gang trouble. He got involved in a nasty brawl, resulting in a two week suspension from school. He looked quite wounded when he returned. And I didn't mean the physical ones either. The emotional one.

It was one day when we were paired for a biology experiment did I initiate a proper conversation with him. He didn't exactly ignore me but he wasn't being very friendly either.

“Aren't you wary of me like other girls?” he initiated the first question by himself. “Unless you're into bad boys then let me tell you— I'm bad news.”

I chuckled while noticing the bags under his eyes. “Why? Are you Edward Cullen who'll sneak in my bedroom at midnight? Or are you planning to rape me after school."

Two heads turned to look at us. Apparently, that was enough to shock him. He hissed. “Shh! Don't talk like that. Don't you know, people's minds work faster than their ears. Misunderstanding, misunderstanding.”

I laughed. “Hey, I was just joking, kids,” I told the students around me, before turning to the curious wonder next to me. “See, you aren't as bad as the rumors make out to be. You are just normal, like the other guys.”

He was smiling throughout the day.

Gradually we started talking more. We exchanged numbers, id's, and even our three sizes. (A man has it's three sizes too, though I tell you, there isn't much difference) You know the friendship cuts deep when you willingly share your Facebook passwords. Yup, we were in deep shit. Often our class and friends mistook us for a couple while I only made it worse by encouraging them. Unfortunately, he butted in just in time to kill all the drama by stating out the truth.

With time, Abhishek came to know all about me. I confided in him in my worst and let me be clear, not even the people closest to me, held that power over me. He also came to know about that 'incident' afterwards. Despite that, he accepted me wholeheartedly, called me his friend. It took me about a year to accept that indeed, we shared a special bond.

But both he and I, knew that Natasha was a major grade bitch and she couldn't let go of this bond with just a genuine bond.

“Oh, come on, Abhi. Look at the stats—I'm an attractive girl, you are an attractive guy; we share an amazing bond so why aren't we exchanging salivas or even body fluids for that matter. I mean it's bound to happen someday, so why not now?”

He rubbed the edge of his chin- something he did whenever he was agitated. “I can't believe the stuff that comes out of your mouth—”

“I have a pretty wild mouth, I assure you.”

He laughed for a short while until he stopped to look at me with those eyes that meant serious business. “Nat, I honestly don't doubt your sexual tendencies. Heck, my bastards would kill to be in my position right now. To be brutally honest, I did find myself imagining what it would be like to kiss you and stuff but for some reason, I couldn't go all the way. It just feels so... so not right. I don't think this is a good idea. I don't want to jeopardize what he have.”

I couldn't believe he was saying this. He, who sneaked in Neha's bedroom to have a moment with her. He, who had dozens of adult rated movies in the password protected folder of his mobile. “It could be the case because we never went that route. Who knows maybe we'll discover something more, uh... something beautiful? Maybe we'll end up dating. I can imagine it already. We could be great partners.”

“Whoa, Natasha! Do you hear yourself? The stuff you are saying. Do you... like me?” He asked, pointing a finger to himself as if he was questioning the existence of supernatural phenomenon.

“Of course not!” I said and noticed how his shoulders dropped at that revelation. Truth is, I only wanted to know how sexually compatible we were. We suited so well together as friends. There had to be a catch.

“Hm,” he muttered while pursuing his lips in a thoughtful manner. I didn't realize he was checking me out until he said, “I never said this before but I like your ass.”

I mouthed an 'o' with my lips. I accessed him up and down, looking for a potential asset to be commented upon. “I like the boyish look in your face. And your light brown lips.”

This felt like a scene straight out of a Mila Kunis movie. Now I fucking wonder why?

After a lot of time wastage, thank God, I finally got him to agree but with two conditions— One, he would fuck me only after we turn eighteen and two, I wasn't suppose tell a soul. Sounded quite legit to me though the deal itself reeked of romance. It didn't matter.

Another virgin year later, I was in my last year of school. We attended a school function, attended the after party with our friends and tasted wine for the first time. I wasn't sure if Abhishek remembered the deal since we hardly talked about it but my doubts soon got cleared, the moment he messaged me to meet him near a mall. From there on, he led me to a friend's room.

I wished it could have gone as I imagined. I wished it could have been something more than just a sexual encounter. And I wished to turned back time so it could have never, ever happened. Hell, I would have traded millions of cash just to erase that memory.

It was the most uncomfortable moment I had in my life.

Not that I had a sex life in school to begin with. Not that Abhishek was bad in his seduction skills either. Neither did he possess a bad breath. Quite on the contrary, he was skilled with his lips and hands. How do I explain this? It was like pouring sugar over a spicy dish. It was like having a steamy meal after an ice cream.

In other words— we didn't match.

The whole process was awkward as fuck. Like we were rehearsing for a porno rather than the actual thing. It was that forced. We couldn't go past the second base. Thank heavens, we stopped, thus avoiding going through the whole ordeal. But despite not having sex, it didn't make the process any less disgusting. We ended up avoiding each other for a week, until one day I called him. He expressed his displeasure at the experience and spat some mean things. I ended the call halfway, not wanting him to sense the quiver in my voice.

That day, I learned three things—
1- It was okay to be just friends with a guy.
2- You couldn't force something that never existed in the first place.
3- It was okay to have a few more regrets.

It wasn't easy but we managed to get our friendship back on track. Something I was sure most people wouldn't be able to risk. I apologized. We met again, promised to class off that evening as a once- in- a- lifetime- nightmare, gave some time to redeem ourselves and reunited when it deemed right. We agreed, because honestly, we weren't social butterflies. We needed each other.

And that's where it brought us, three years later. That moment was like a fading memory now and that's where it truly belonged.

Abhishek came back, wearing his ego on his sleeve. “All done. He won't even remember your name again.”

I let out an amused smile. “I honestly think that you are still involved with those thugs from school.”

Chapter dedicated to Turquoisegirl95

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