Imperfect Perfections

[3]First Day

Classes didn't rush away so far, as they had to.

Fahim seemed as distracted as before.

Calculating ups and downs, he felt himself rushing to the bathroom once, twice, and strangely, thrice to check whether his shirt was tucked in, collarbone stiff, and hair slammed to one side. This fluttering feeling making him do all those weird facts disgusted Jake, who clapped by himself and continued teasing whenever he noticed an ugly friend reforming.

"There should be a reason...I guess. What is it, yaar? .....That chick?"

Fahim didn't feel like answering. Instead, he pulled out some more toilet paper, stuffed it up to his friend's mouth who was now busy styling in order for other guys walking across to see, and left him there, hanging upon the basin. 

A bunch of girls staying outside obstructed Fahim's path. The usual, he expected.

"...Not in for this, so why try?"

This was another hot figure of the entire campus. Ileana, the hottest one with red hair, slim body as if a swimsuit had sucked out all the fat, with the softest skin one could imagine to pleasure stood before him, with her silly gang.

A year and she had remained harmless. But as soon as she came across how women drooled for Fahim even after endless rejections, she knew he had had someone in her mind; that being in her fantasized world, herself.

She pulled out her red lollipop, making those lips thick-sized, and kept a few steps closer.

"Don't tell anyone, Fahim...Just keep pushing away those losers. I'm gonna wait for you"

Her lips rolled in the last two words, while that long white tongue licked them.

The former sighed. He wasn't really enjoying this, not when it happened twice a week, without any climax or plot twist, like in the movies.

"Ileana.."

But she would just wink and stroll away, with her big buttocks carrying all those eyes in the pathway. He gritted his teeth, pushed down his shirt, and shook his head, to get off her thoughts. It was useless; even though Jake tried to make him understand, Harith told him how sexy she was, and everyone who possibly was scared of him told him how unlucky he was to ignore her love; he felt displeased and absolutely incomplete.

Hot, oh yeah, she was. But that wasn't what interested him. The fluttering of that inner being; the childish being in him who once saw only disasters; needed to feel touched. And not even the maid who was looking after him for about ten years achieved such an accomplishment. 

He sighed again.

The next period undoubtedly would change him, despite his ignorance. 

But her tears made him think otherwise. 

"So, as per the assignment given by the board of department, the juniors and seniors would be taken in as pairs, so credentials for your overall internal assessment can be given. Now..Now, none of us should push or pull one another's legs, if a boy and girl end up together. Because from the very start I'm stressing on the fact; relationships shouldn't be a hindrance to your studies or the lab experiments."

The sigh of Mr. Gosey said he had had enough with the seniors already last year. Fahim glanced at everyone. All the dumbasses, who wanted the 20 marks so badly, nodded vigorously, even though that meant they wouldn't stay so sure about the promise. Jake remained deep in thought over his own calculations. His eyes ran over the entire room.

Dipped in chemical smell, glass bottles and labeled vessels carried the entire effect of the large space. Curtains closed the outside view, much devastating the entirety of fresh air and engulfing the very least attractive stinky smell of thousands who were gathered here now. Holding one's nose proved plenty much arrogant, for already many seniors were pushed outside. 

Fahim, undoubtedly, would have for he was the usual cliche but an exception held him.

The punishment. 

And her beautiful presence.

His eyes were already upon her. No doubt, but when they ran to his, she shivered a bit and drifted her look, making Fahim sneer. That sneer came out of nowhere, as he ignored all those eyes upon him and kept staring into blank space.

"Ahem..Mr. Fahim, can I catch your attention for once?"

His dark glare ran to his, making Mr. Gosey clear his throat again. Now, he was a kind person but not a bit likable. That tuft of grey hair which was dyed and kept straight, the thick mustache running along with his white beard, and that fat grumpy body carried with hesitation yet firm intelligence spat nothing of interest for the big bully.

"I am surprised. You seem obedient today"

About two hundred eyes were staring down on him. The big punk, who was used to unasked attention, spoke softly.

"Lab sounds fun now"

The silence lurked, like the venom of a viper. Nobody dared say anything against the statement, more or less Mr. Gosey who clapped his hands in loneliness and offered a smile.,

"Since I'm finding great enthusiasm among all of you, let's get started alright. Although we have only two lab periods a day, I'm planning to get as much done within these two hours. And I hope all pay attention because the evaluation would be on the basis of your everyday performance and presence"

Everybody sighed, which the twenty-year experienced professor took as a 'yes'

"Alright line up. Aysha and Alex. Berry and Belone...Carol and Cathy...yeah take her, and go to table 3 now! ..No, no...Cathy, you can't have anybody else other than him...Calum and Celine..take your table 4..Taylor, do the roll call, will ya? I need to clean the tables.."

As Mr. Gosey got to doing what Taylor should have actually done, the drowsy assistant who was always talking to his girlfriend, a girl whom none had ever seen but had heard about a lot, drooled upon the papers as every name were called.

And that was when Fahim knew, there was no possibility he and she would be together.

"Suhail and Saina...yeah you two....whose this...Famisha and.....Farh--"

Before the loser could utter the name, a pen scribbled against that name.

Taylor looked up, stunned to find the handsome cut like the face of Fahim, cutting his head with a freaking ass hole glare.

"Fahim....Famisha and Fahim."

Period.

There was nothing to be said. The frightened little lad nodded and corrected it immediately milliseconds before Mr. Gosey made his entrance to the main desk.

"Done?', he asked, tired yet optimistically, cleaning his hands with some sanitizer.

Taylor gulped.

"Y-yes sir'

Saying so, he managed to do the rest of the job.

Meanwhile, Famisha and Fahim had booked table 6.

However what surprised Fahim a tiny bit was the still and sullen countenance of his enemy, who had without a word, paired with his actual partner, Fidah, a full-time nerdy Pakistani who looked like an angel from heaven. They both stayed side by side, trying to converse in chemical equations and reactions, that would gain them some good grades.

Perceiving everyone, he saw all had started indulging in a conversation with their partners.

Looking to his side, he stopped short.

She stood, like a baby, just up to his shoulder, deep in thought. The small body stood silently, biting that lower lip, looking fleshy and plump. The black mascara linked to those thick eyebrows could blow away one's stare at her. The hair engulfed in a scarf now flew in few strands against her face, the nails were scratching against the desk, scrapping off its paint.

The smooth texture of her cheeks shone off like a portrait, freshly painted and left to dry.

Fahim, irresistibly, bit his inner cheek on noticing her staring at him.

He hadn't even noticed!

How long? His lips shivered to answer. This strange feeling was making him too much of something he wasn't. Biting her away with a glare, he grabbed the liquid that remained on the table. 

Fami warned, "Slowly!"

 But it was too late.

Diluted hydrochloric acid, dropped down on him, like the dripping drops of a broken tap whilst all turned to stare, shocked and absolutely open mouthed. Mr. Gosey and Taylor came running, making the scene seem even more dangerous. 

Fahim tried to wipe it away, but a hand shot out and caught his.

He flinched on noticing her hold.,

It was strong and upon his wrist.

"Don't...Its HCl and wiping will make the burn severe."

He said nothing, averting gaze.

Mr. Gosey looked closely at his red hand and nodded, understanding the situation.

Looking softly at Fami, he spoke softly, trying to keep his anger maintained.

"I had thought he had turned out to be ...all *sigh*...let it be. Your right, darling. No wip[ing, the burn isn't as bad it is. Keeping it aerated itself, one of the boys summon to him to the nur-"

"I-I will take him, sir"

Fahim winced a bit.

Or maybe a lot more than he ever thought he would, because of a girl.

"Perfect! Everybody can resume, and please...safety first', saying so, the annoyed Taylor with his phone, and Mr Gosey with hands occupied in test tubes, walked back to the tables with guys and gurls brimming deep in records and experiments. 

While Fahim felt the strange feeling fluttering at him now.

She grabbed his hand, rather softly.

"Don't! I can go by myself;, he muttered.

She didn't even ask for permission.

Instead, just dragged him outside. 

And the lab though engrossed in experiments were widely envisioning this scene. 

Especially Farhan, who now broke into a short smile.