“Oh, there you are. I have been searching everywhere for you.”
I turn back to the voice of the last person I ever expect to say this.
“What the hell, Mishti! You scared me,” I whisper.
The corridor is empty. I’m standing outside the boy’s locker room to drop off my stuff before the classes start for the day. She looks hot this morning with her hair tied back in two neat braids. The white buttoned-up shirt with a grey skirt and black slacks has never looked as sexy as it does on her curves. I remind myself, I don’t like her right now. What’s she doing here?
Last evening after I left school, I didn’t go home. I was so f*****g frustrated. I sped away far on the bypass road, stopped at a tea stall around fifteen kilometers past my house, and called Siya.
The girl I wanted to call thought
