Met To Mend

One

 A Lamborghini rushed into a college campus and get parked furiously in a reserved parking space.

 A beautiful, tall, slim girl stepped around styling insanely, wearing a pair of neon pink snickers, low waist rugged denim shorts giving a perfect view of her slender long white legs teamed up with a white crop-top beautifully flaunting her perfect curves and pierced belly button and her steel shaded pixies makes her aloof in the crowd. She grabbed her backpack from the passenger seat and bang the car's door.

 As she started walking and crossing other students, everyone freezes to see a beautiful sassy girl, her unusual grey eyes give her a wild cat look, her straight, an almost flawless nose that ends up with soft curvy tips and her recently pierced septum is something breathing taking for the brat lovers.

“Hey, Demi,”

Time stops so does the beautiful girl she snaps and turned 180 degrees to a familiar voice.

Yes, guys, you guess it right.

It's me, “Dream Rose Williams” a grown-up version though.

I am nineteen years old now and studying in a business college pursuing the second year of my degree course in business and entrepreneurship. I turned to see Neha running towards me waving her hand with a usual ear to ear smile on her face.

“Hey, Neha what’s up?”

"I am good Demi. You know what?", Neha starting talking, walking beside me.

The girl is Neha Kapoor, an Indian girl one of my gang members as well. She is such a big chatterbox, whose news network is stronger than that of BBC I guess, she always comes up with the weirdest news around the college, believe me, guys I never let her single word invade in my ears. I just fakely shaking and nodded in between busy chewing my gum while she kept speaking. Two things, I loved so far is chewing gum and gulping beer.

Neha is a tall, wheatish girl with lovely black curls bouncing down her shoulder, and always dressed up stunning and sexy as she enjoys everybody gasps looking at her and many boys coldly sighed looking at an Indian beauty around them,

"Hello, popular,"

Here comes our other gang member Mr. Irritating ass, no no it’s not his real name, its the one I have given him because of his irritating questions,

"Hey Nick", Neha smirked giving him a high five.

“Hii Neh, hello Demi.” he giggled.

“Hey, Nick, what’s up?”

 Now we three started moving to our classrooms, being me in the middle of the Ms. chatterbox and MR. Irritating ass. 

"oh jeez, save me. I pray in my head.”

"Hey, guys, where is my crying baby?" I chuckled looking at both, interrupting their useless chit-chatting.

“He must have reached the classroom,” Nick said running his finger in his blond hairs.

He is Nick Dawson, A tall rich and the most handsome popular hunk, a womanizer as well, always busy flirting with every second girl, and every girl desired herself under him and mostly chicks seducing him with their sultry looks and short dresses.

"Hey, Kevin," Nick waved at my crying baby who is, as usual, taking the last seat as it’s our English class and he is afraid of our English professor Roy,

We three stepped towards him and sliding in the desk taking our seats beside him, Kevin at the extreme left then Nick, Neha beside him and then me at their extreme right, away from the crying baby and the irritating ass, Thanks to Neha for that,

"Why you guys are so late?" Kevin whispered rolling his eyes on all of us,

"We are on time bro." Nick frowned looking at his watch.

"Oh really!" Kevin slammed his book and screamed.

Here comes our English Professor Roy. A young man in his late 30’s, though he looks younger than his age.

“Good morning everyone, How you guys doing today?” he asked in his usual smirking way.

"Are you guys, ready for today's surprise test ?" He enthusiastically asked the class.

"Yessss", many intelligent students replied in chores while few who are actually not interested in giving the test slammed their head on the desk,

“We, being popular, just nodded, not because we always top in exams or the best in academics, we do have others list of achievements too.,

 Nick Dawson is the captain of our college football team and always won gold medals and best at playing the guitar, Kevin Turner is a brilliant gymnast, Kevin my crying baby is also the best runner and the best shooter in our college history, and my lovely chatterbox is the hottest Juliet ever any college can have, she is best in dramatics, though she opted a business degree course and doing very well in her studies, top scorer you know.

I know and believe she has a bright future in acting as well,

Well about me, I am a scholar all the way from school days and me constantly breaking my own record of the top scorer, fastest swimmer and also grabbed many medals and trophies so far in academics, swimming and writing.

Back to the classroom

Prof. Roy starting distributing the question papers to every student as he is reaching our desk, Kevin is frightening more and more,

“You know you can even score more by charming the professors," Nick chuckled looking at Kevin freaking frightening facial expression, rolling his finger on Kevin's arm.

"Shut up Nick, I know, I always scored higher than you, and I am really not interested to charm a gay professor, by god grace I have a beautiful girlfriend that too a girl,” he said grinding his teeth shoving Nick's hand.

"Oh my lover boy, let me save you." Nick jumped on the other side of Kevin making Kevin and Neha in between him and me.

Me and Neha laughing silently with our fist in our mouth to avoid Prof. Roy’s scowls.

Prof. Roy is gay and always try to flirt with his male students and many boys took leverage to charm him to get a high score in his subject. He is not at all ashamed of being gay nor does anyone around the campus. But my crying baby is afraid of the lusty gaze that the professor throws at him, his flirtatious slangs and touches annoy Kevin. I guess it is normal for a straight to feel annoyed by a gay touch. We always tease Kevin for that.

The test went good and four of us also know what will gonna be our score. We all came out of the classroom and was standing out of the class for some friendly talk.