The Snarky Indian

Part 17: Otakus ahoy.

"Fool!" I yelled, pointing my index finger at Aryan, who was seated right in front of me. "Baka!" He yelled back, smirking at me. I narrowed my eyes, thinking. "Thank you!" "Arigatou!" "Sorry!" "Gomen'nasai!"

I slumped in defeat, he'd gotten everything right. I took a deep breath and looked up at his smirking face, "Well done, Gakusei (Student)." "Arigatou, sensei." He replied, thumping his fist against his open palm and bowing slightly.

We were waiting for everyone from our project team to arrive, and we'd began a sort of game. I would tell a word, and he would translate it to Japanese. I had assumed that he was okay-okay, but he seemed pretty good. Except, of course, for the pronunciation. The first time we'd played this game, I'd laughed after each translation, his accent made Japanese sound so robotic and stiff. So I couldn't help it.

Finally our project partners arrived, a half an hour late. "Very early, guys." I said scathingly, looking up at them. "We wanted to give you two lovebirds some alone-time." Jessica retorted, making my face heat up. "W-what's that supposed to mean!? You're half an hour late!" "And?" Asked Gregory, smirking at me. Damn. I hope my face isn't red. "Yeah Ana, why are you blushing so much?" Asked a grinning Bradley. I huffed, "I'm not blushing! It's a rash! I have sensitive skin! And I get rashes when I'm in the sunlight!" "You've been inside for at least half-an-hour." Gregory pointed out, still smirking.

Why, oh why do I suck at comebacks and responses.

I opened my mouth to dig myself deeper into the hole I'd figuratively created, but I was saved by Aryan. "Shut it. Let's get to work." He said with clipped tones, turning away, but not before I noticed the tinge of pink on his cheeks. The others laughed and let it go.

I would have expected myself to be used to teasing, after all, I used to get teased with guys all the time back in school. This was elementary grade teasing. Indian kids were relentless when it came to pairing people and annoying them. We used to make acronyms, and references. So whenever a teacher or a textbook or anything basically, quotes them, there used to be a huge bout of laughter and lots of pointing. Oh, and lots of eyebrow wiggling at the concerned people. A favorite way to tease was to ask 'Are you exhausted this morning?' or 'three or four hours?' and laugh. 'Imagine if we have practicals for chapter 7!' was something that led to lots of discussion, considering that chapter 7 was 'Reproduction'. Allow me to demonstrate with a few words (in relation to chapter 7)- aim, theory, procedure, observation, results, and precautions. Needless to say, it was our favorite topic of discussion.

Smiling, I sat down with the laptop on my lap. We had a three hour discussion about the code that we had to write. There were fair few fights, arguments, and finally we concluded with the structure of our algorithm. When we ended, it seemed fairly simple and easy to do. But we knew that it was going to be tough. The problem with writing a computer program was that if it worked, we'd have no clue why it worked. And if it didn't work, we'd again have no clue why. It was decided that we would show the professor our progress (which wasn't much), and see if it worked. On that cheery note, we took leave.

I hurried to the music room, with Aryan tailing behind me. I looked at him questioningly, to which he said, "It's your final practice. I wanna see how it's gonna be." I nodded, and continued to the room.

They had already begun practicing, two hours ago. I entered, dumped my bag on the floor and freaked out, picking it back up. I looked inside, and pulled my laptop out, inspecting it to see if it had any broken areas or dents. When I was satisfied with the condition of my precious laptop, I put it back in my bag and slowly placed my bag down, eyes widening when it fell backwards against the wall. "Stop. I'll take care of your precious laptop for you." Said Aryan. I gave him a grateful look and picked up my guitar, only to fall forward. I closed my eyes and held my guitar closer as I fell, fortunately, someone caught my collar and pulled me upright muttering, "Jeez. Just how clumsy can you get."

Aryan let my collar go when I was upright. I began coughing because my collar had pressed against my neck. "Sorry." He murmured. I shook my head, looking up at him, "No no. My guitar would've been hurt if I'd fallen. Thanks!" I said cheerily. He rolled his eyes, "Crazy woman cares more about her guitar that herself." Indeed. I considered my guitar an anthropomorphic friend. I had even named her (yes, a girl) 'Nyx', after the Greek Goddess of the Night.

I laughed and walked toward my bandmates, "Let's start!" I yelled happily. We'd chosen 'Carnival of Rust' by POTF, 'Drown in you' by Daughtry, and 'Ignorance' by Paramore. Okay. They were my choices and I'd bullied them into accepting. But then again, they were amazing songs. They were totally surprised when I insisted that these three be the songs or else I'd bludgeon them to death. I guess I'd never shown them my psychotic side. My belief was that everyone has psychopathic tendencies which get revealed when the person is either enthusiastic about something or they were just sociopaths looking for a fix. My dark side, as like to call it, got revealed when I spent time with these mofos. Of course, Viha was the first. She'd tried to warn others, but they didn't believe her. I was pretty sure that if she was here, she'd be like, "I toldju so!"

Our practice went well, and Aryan got a lot of pics of Abhi scrunching up his nose when he missed a beat. I was beginning to doubt Aryan's reason for coming. My suspicions were confirmed when their mom called, and Aryan put her on speaker phone. "Abhhiiiiiii. You look sooooo adorable in those pics!! I remember when you were a baby. You would give the same expression whenever I picked Arru up first!" I chortled, "Arru?" "Shut up. This is about Abhi." "Oh yeah. It is." I paused before I continued with, "ARRU!" and burst out laughing. My laughter was interrupted when he bounded up to me and pulled me into a headlock. "Heeyyyyy!" I squealed. "Serves you right." Muttered an annoyed Aryan. To my utter mortification, Ken began taking pics.

Stupid basketball player with a stupidly strong headlock. I struggled and squirmed, but to no avail.

"Pics are going on faceboooooook!" Yelled Ken.

"Nooooo" I whined. Aryan let me go and I began jumping, trying to get Ken's phone.

I decided that this situation called for drastic measures, and so I tackled Ken to the ground, grabbing his phone. I did a small victory jig before I unlocked his phone to delete the pictures, then I realized what he'd done.

He was one step ahead. Goddamnit.

He'd sent the pic to the 'queen of taking embarrassing pictures and posting it for everyone to see' herself.

*gasp*

He'd sent it to Viha.

I stared at the screen for what seemed like an eternity before.. *buzz* *buzz*

I took out my cell phone.

Viha: Kinky scenes eh? Looks like he's into BDSM too. *wink* *wink*

I slapped my head with a palm. She was never going to let this go.

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Lol. 'he's into BDSM too *wink* *wink*'

Yep :-P

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