NOT MY TYPE

Chapter 3

The bell rang and so did the students' voices. The maths lecture was over.

Mrs Madeline came back to the class, almost jostling through the mass of students and teachers strolling in the corridor.

She knew she was nervous, but was she chickening out?!

She could not be blamed. Her responsibility was substantial. Receiving a transfer student in the month of September wasn't a cake walk. This did not help in her regular busy routine of impressing Madam Kadinson .

"Settle down, everybody. " her peculiarly high pitched noise faded amongst the deafening chatter of the class.

"I want you all to sit down, RIGHT NOW " her voice went from piercing to ear- splitting, leaving her trembling to the core.

The students did settle down, having some sense of mercy in them. She succumbed in her chair and started noting the attendance.

Karl was sitting in front of Velda. His partner was Rici, a short girl with a bob hair cut. Her strands grew like a thatch of straw on the roof. She had kept the seat reserved for Karl and had almost bounced with euphoria when he sat beside her .

Karl was supposed to hear Velda's continuous blabbering about a certain new girl and how she follows the professors like a dog and how she answered 17 questions in the first lecture and how she.... he was agitated.

Being a childhood friend and a brotherly figure to Velda, he had always loved her, but her ranting had increased dramatically in the recent weeks.

"Will you come to my dance class to pick me up? ", Karl heard Velda's voice. She was now talking to Allen.

He finally turned away from Velda and could literally feel the silence caressing his ear.

His eyes drifted to Rici who was swooning at him. He was accustomed to such reactions, especially from her. She was the head of the 'Karl Fangirling academy', if the rumours were true.

Looking at her dandruff flaked hair, he mentally made a note to vomit later .

Hair... a spontaneous image floated through his mind.. caramel raged eyes and cheeks caressed by certain loose strands of pitch black hair strutting out of braids ... The image startled him and he literally shook his head to throw off an imaginary bug sitting on it.

"Aster smitz"-

" Present " Aster's slightly high pitched but dulcet voice echoed through the class.

Karl took another note mentally to hate this girl.

"A nerd, teacher's pet , goody two shoes , Velda's nemesis, geeks' friend , interesting, attractive....uhh ,no ,strike those last parts.... in short - NOT MY TYPE ."

Karl reassured himself.

"What the hell" Rici shrieked.

Karl thought Rici's tantrum was because he wasn't paying attention to her since the last five minutes. Although they weren't dating, he was obliged in an imaginary contract with her.

But soon he realized the real cause of her agitation. It was the caramel eyed Aster who was currently hoisting an entire desk , hobbling towards him. The conceited mask on her face was dwindling away as tautness took its place.

Karl had completely no idea of what she was up-to, but his instincts clicked and before he knew he was grabbing the desk from the other side.

They reached near Velda's seat ,Karl knowing nothing of their destination and just following Aster's movements.

Suddenly Aster dropped her side of the desk and the heavy leg of Karl's side smudged his foot.

"What the fu-..."Karl growled in his husky voice.

"sorry.", came Aster's brisque reply with clearly no guilt on her face.

Karl was going red, not with pain, but with his arrogance. How could a person audaciously attack him and not fall to his feet apologizing.

But no one seemed to give the slightest damn about his worry.

He realised people had greater problems to deal with.

Visibly Aster was sitting beside Velda on a desk placed in the aisle, the one he helped in carrying. There was no other place as Yolie had arrived late and sat beside Mirtie on her usual spot. This left Aster with no other option than choosing this suicidal seat beside Velda.

It seemed both of them were armed with their deadly glares, ready to unabashedly murder each other.

Although he wanted to give Aster a lesson for such impudent mistake of attacking him , but he knew Velda would not be a safe medium to take his revenge. She could be really cruel and at this point a bloodshed was lurking between the two girls.

"Velda can you sit with Rici , I and Allen have to discuss tactics for today's football match . " Karl suggested.

Both of the deadly glares redirected themselves towards Karl.

After 5 seconds of life- threatening silence, which seemed like an eternity to Karl, one of the glare changed to an eye roll and went on to dig bores in a book. The other glare, belonging to Velda had also softened meanwhile.

Velda and Karl quickly switched places.

Aster remained as stock-still as she could.

Rest of the day was spent with glances turning into glares and smirks getting counterstroked by scowls .

Aster felt pathetic and muddled .

Velda felt pathetic and uptight .

Karl felt pathetic and mused .