09-01-2019, 02:42 PM
Barun was the one to notice it: Shanti Rangaswamy cheating on an examination! He nudged his friend Girish and pointed towards the front of the class.
"Check it out," he whispered.
They were all in the 11th class of the 10+2 stream and Stacy had failed twice while the guys had failed thrice in their previous classes - and now aged past the prime of a 11th class student at 18 years of age - and the two boys were men of 19 years.
Girish saw, but couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Shanti Rangaswamy- the ice-queen cock tease of the senior class at Greenwood High college Adyar Chennai - was staring intently at a slip of paper hidden on her desk under the exam.
Just then, Mr.Wilson, the teacher, coughed quietly and shifted position in his seat at the front of the class.
Shanti quickly pushed the cheat-sheet back under the exam paper and looked up guiltily, her face flushing a pretty shade of red. If Mr.Wilson had glanced over at her at that moment he would certainly have known that something was wrong with her.
But why would he be checking out Shanti Rangaswamy, who had been getting straight A grades ever since she had begun attending Greenwood High four years ago?
Instead, he turned his attention to Barun Pal and Girish Raman, who were the class trouble-makers: Barun with his long, greasy hair and semi-stylish ripped clothes and Girish with his cynical, cutting sense of geek humour. Sure enough, they were grinning and whispering together at the back of the classroom rather than writing the exam.
"Pal... Raman," he called out, drawing himself laboriously out of his chair and up to his rather unimpressive full height, "Front of the class."
No longer smiling, the two boys got up and walked slowly forward, the centre of attention, with everyone in the class looking up at them from their exams.
Barun noticed Shanti miring at him with her typical, haughty sneer. Bitch, he thought, we'll see who's laughing in a second.
"Mr.Wilson," he blurted as he reached the front of the room,
"We saw..."
He was cut off by Girish elbowing him subtly, but stiffly, in the side. He drew in a breath to continue speaking, but he was interrupted by the angry teacher. "You two have been nothing but trouble since you started this class in September," Mr.Wilson announced, his full white mustache quivering with indignation.
"I can no longer allow you to disrupt this class with your infantile jokes and games, particularly during exams."
Barun started to protest, but was again cut off by Mr.Wilson, who had worked up a full head of steam.
"You have both failed this examination. You will apologize to the class for the disruption, and then you will leave." He glared at the two boys. "Do you understand?"
Both boys nodded a sullen 'yes'.
"Any further problems," the teacher finished his pronouncement of sentence, "And you will be removed from this class permanently. Perhaps you will be able to make up the course in summer college."
Girish didn't react, but Barun looked up in alarm.
That was about the most serious threat a teacher could make, short of outright expulsion.
Adyar was a beach town in southern Chennai, and summer was by far the best time of the year, particularly for these outgrown college going folks and being forced to waste the summer months inside the stuffy high college while everyone else partied on the beach was about the worst fate a collegeer could suffer.
Apparently cowed, Barun and Girish turned around and stammered out an embarrassed apology to the class.
A few kids giggled - Barun noted that Shanti was one of them - but most looked away, uncomfortable at the humiliation of their fellow students. The two boys then filed out of classroom and into the hallway.
Shanti shrugged her black hair off her shoulder and looked back down at the examination as the class returned to normal. Thank god those two geeks were gone, she thought, and tried to put Barun and Girish from her mind.
In her world, there were "people" and there were "geeks", and Barun and Girish definitely fell into the latter category. She wouldn't even have known their names except that Barun had spent the better part of the first term of the previous year following her about, and had even asked her out on a date.
As if! She had refused in as cruel a manner as she knew how (which was pretty cruel), and had later asked Prasad, her then boyfriend and captain of the football team, to beat Barun up, just to warn him off.
Prasad had dutifully administered the beating, and Barun had backed off.
She had soon afterward broken up with Prasad - he had lost his place on the football team that spring - and had put the entire episode from her mind.
Reluctantly, she turned her attention back to the exam. She frowned down at the test, as if she could intimidate the answers off the written page.
Questions which had been easy for her a year ago now seemed impossibly hard.
Shanti was quite intelligent, and had always gotten almost perfect marks at college, but lately the constant burden of socializing - cheer leading, beach parties, student council etc. - had left her little time for collegework. As a result, she had found herself approaching the first set of college exams of her senior year completely unprepared.
And if she did poorly or - unthinkable - failed, she would loose her record of straight as and would probably fail to be elected Homecoming Queen, the goal toward which she had been working for the last few years.
Hence, she had decided to make a few crib notes to get her through the first round of exams. After that, she told herself, she would get back on track with the collegework.
Looking around to make certain she was unobserved, she pushed the exam paper upwards to expose the notes she had written on the cheat-sheet...
Barun smouldered with anger as walked down the hall with Girish. That had been the perfect chance to get back at that bitch Shanti, and Girish had blown it for him! Barun's thoughts lingered on Shanti as he grumbled to himself.
Shanti was one of those unattainable high college princesses who enjoyed showing herself off, but didn't put out.
With her shoulder-length black hair, perfect face (large green eyes, pert nose and thick,pouty lips), and athlete's body (she was a member of both the swim team and the track team), she was easily the most beautiful girl in Greenwood, and every male student's dream.
But dream she remained for most. She moved exclusively in the highest high college social circles, and only went out with sports stars and the like. Barun had developed a crush on her earlier the previous year, and it wasn't until she had in sent that football jerk to beat him up that he got over her.
The fact was, she only noticed guys like Barun (and Girish, for that matter) when they bothered her, and she had to put them off (or "...out of their misery..." as Barun had once heard her laughingly remark to one of her friends).
The two boys left the college by the side entrance and began to walk across the south parking lot. Finally, Barun could contain himself no longer.
"Why'd you shut me up in there?" he complained, "I had that bitch right where I wanted her. I owe her."
Girish just smiled at this, making Barun uncomfortable. Where Barun was loud and obnoxious, Girish was quiet and strange. Despite the fact that the two had been friends for a number of years, Girish was still capable of unnerving his larger friend with his strange smile and even stranger ideas.
"What's so funny?" Barun asked nervously.
"You're right," Girish answered quietly, "We do have her where we want her, but not in the way you mean."
Barun was puzzled. "What are you talking about?"
"If you had told on her back in the classroom just now, Wilson might or might not have believed you. Probably not; you know he doesn't like us.
And if not - if Shanti had managed to hide her cheating - we would have been kicked out of the class for good, and been stuck in summer college. And even if he had caught her, at most she would have failed the exam, if that. The teachers love her. Then she would set her friends on us."
"But..." Barun began.
"You remember Prasad."
Barun could only nod glumly in agreement, recalling the beating he had suffered last year. Shanti had no shortage of friends on the football team. "So," he said finally, "You said we had her where we wanted her."
"Yes, I did," Girish agreed.
"How?"
By now, the two boys had reached Girish's car, a large, black Elentra. Girish unlocked the doors before answering. "If she's cheating now on a math test," he explained, "she must be in trouble with her schoowork. She's always gotten top marks in math."
"Yeah?" Barun was still confused. "So?"
"So," Girish continued patiently, "It's a pretty safe bet she'll cheat again. There's an English test coming up next week, and I don't think a little cheat-sheet will be of much use to her. You have to have read the material." He started up the car and began to pull out of the parking space.
Barun thought this over as Girish maneuvered the vehicle out of the college parking lot and onto the road.
"So," he asked finally, "What do we do about it?"
"I'll tell you when we get to Reshma's place," Girish answered, "We'll need her for what I have in mind."
Reshma was Girish's friend and sometime girlfriend.
Barun was never really sure about their relationship - he knew that they went out and that they occasionally had sex, but he also knew that Reshma did the same with at least a couple of other guys.
Girish, however, didn't seem to mind, so Barun had decided to take things at face value. He had even made something of a pass at Reshma at a college party last summer, but had been rebuffed.
He was philosophical about it; Reshma wasn't really his type anyway. The girl in question appeared in the doorway, answering their knock.
A year younger than the two boys, Reshma was short and heavy, with large breasts and curly, brown hair.
Any suggestion of cuteness, however, was quickly dispelled by her hard face and small, piggy (Barun thought) eyes. If there was any beauty there, it was definitely in the eye of the beholder.
"Check it out," he whispered.
They were all in the 11th class of the 10+2 stream and Stacy had failed twice while the guys had failed thrice in their previous classes - and now aged past the prime of a 11th class student at 18 years of age - and the two boys were men of 19 years.
Girish saw, but couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Shanti Rangaswamy- the ice-queen cock tease of the senior class at Greenwood High college Adyar Chennai - was staring intently at a slip of paper hidden on her desk under the exam.
Just then, Mr.Wilson, the teacher, coughed quietly and shifted position in his seat at the front of the class.
Shanti quickly pushed the cheat-sheet back under the exam paper and looked up guiltily, her face flushing a pretty shade of red. If Mr.Wilson had glanced over at her at that moment he would certainly have known that something was wrong with her.
But why would he be checking out Shanti Rangaswamy, who had been getting straight A grades ever since she had begun attending Greenwood High four years ago?
Instead, he turned his attention to Barun Pal and Girish Raman, who were the class trouble-makers: Barun with his long, greasy hair and semi-stylish ripped clothes and Girish with his cynical, cutting sense of geek humour. Sure enough, they were grinning and whispering together at the back of the classroom rather than writing the exam.
"Pal... Raman," he called out, drawing himself laboriously out of his chair and up to his rather unimpressive full height, "Front of the class."
No longer smiling, the two boys got up and walked slowly forward, the centre of attention, with everyone in the class looking up at them from their exams.
Barun noticed Shanti miring at him with her typical, haughty sneer. Bitch, he thought, we'll see who's laughing in a second.
"Mr.Wilson," he blurted as he reached the front of the room,
"We saw..."
He was cut off by Girish elbowing him subtly, but stiffly, in the side. He drew in a breath to continue speaking, but he was interrupted by the angry teacher. "You two have been nothing but trouble since you started this class in September," Mr.Wilson announced, his full white mustache quivering with indignation.
"I can no longer allow you to disrupt this class with your infantile jokes and games, particularly during exams."
Barun started to protest, but was again cut off by Mr.Wilson, who had worked up a full head of steam.
"You have both failed this examination. You will apologize to the class for the disruption, and then you will leave." He glared at the two boys. "Do you understand?"
Both boys nodded a sullen 'yes'.
"Any further problems," the teacher finished his pronouncement of sentence, "And you will be removed from this class permanently. Perhaps you will be able to make up the course in summer college."
Girish didn't react, but Barun looked up in alarm.
That was about the most serious threat a teacher could make, short of outright expulsion.
Adyar was a beach town in southern Chennai, and summer was by far the best time of the year, particularly for these outgrown college going folks and being forced to waste the summer months inside the stuffy high college while everyone else partied on the beach was about the worst fate a collegeer could suffer.
Apparently cowed, Barun and Girish turned around and stammered out an embarrassed apology to the class.
A few kids giggled - Barun noted that Shanti was one of them - but most looked away, uncomfortable at the humiliation of their fellow students. The two boys then filed out of classroom and into the hallway.
Shanti shrugged her black hair off her shoulder and looked back down at the examination as the class returned to normal. Thank god those two geeks were gone, she thought, and tried to put Barun and Girish from her mind.
In her world, there were "people" and there were "geeks", and Barun and Girish definitely fell into the latter category. She wouldn't even have known their names except that Barun had spent the better part of the first term of the previous year following her about, and had even asked her out on a date.
As if! She had refused in as cruel a manner as she knew how (which was pretty cruel), and had later asked Prasad, her then boyfriend and captain of the football team, to beat Barun up, just to warn him off.
Prasad had dutifully administered the beating, and Barun had backed off.
She had soon afterward broken up with Prasad - he had lost his place on the football team that spring - and had put the entire episode from her mind.
Reluctantly, she turned her attention back to the exam. She frowned down at the test, as if she could intimidate the answers off the written page.
Questions which had been easy for her a year ago now seemed impossibly hard.
Shanti was quite intelligent, and had always gotten almost perfect marks at college, but lately the constant burden of socializing - cheer leading, beach parties, student council etc. - had left her little time for collegework. As a result, she had found herself approaching the first set of college exams of her senior year completely unprepared.
And if she did poorly or - unthinkable - failed, she would loose her record of straight as and would probably fail to be elected Homecoming Queen, the goal toward which she had been working for the last few years.
Hence, she had decided to make a few crib notes to get her through the first round of exams. After that, she told herself, she would get back on track with the collegework.
Looking around to make certain she was unobserved, she pushed the exam paper upwards to expose the notes she had written on the cheat-sheet...
Barun smouldered with anger as walked down the hall with Girish. That had been the perfect chance to get back at that bitch Shanti, and Girish had blown it for him! Barun's thoughts lingered on Shanti as he grumbled to himself.
Shanti was one of those unattainable high college princesses who enjoyed showing herself off, but didn't put out.
With her shoulder-length black hair, perfect face (large green eyes, pert nose and thick,pouty lips), and athlete's body (she was a member of both the swim team and the track team), she was easily the most beautiful girl in Greenwood, and every male student's dream.
But dream she remained for most. She moved exclusively in the highest high college social circles, and only went out with sports stars and the like. Barun had developed a crush on her earlier the previous year, and it wasn't until she had in sent that football jerk to beat him up that he got over her.
The fact was, she only noticed guys like Barun (and Girish, for that matter) when they bothered her, and she had to put them off (or "...out of their misery..." as Barun had once heard her laughingly remark to one of her friends).
The two boys left the college by the side entrance and began to walk across the south parking lot. Finally, Barun could contain himself no longer.
"Why'd you shut me up in there?" he complained, "I had that bitch right where I wanted her. I owe her."
Girish just smiled at this, making Barun uncomfortable. Where Barun was loud and obnoxious, Girish was quiet and strange. Despite the fact that the two had been friends for a number of years, Girish was still capable of unnerving his larger friend with his strange smile and even stranger ideas.
"What's so funny?" Barun asked nervously.
"You're right," Girish answered quietly, "We do have her where we want her, but not in the way you mean."
Barun was puzzled. "What are you talking about?"
"If you had told on her back in the classroom just now, Wilson might or might not have believed you. Probably not; you know he doesn't like us.
And if not - if Shanti had managed to hide her cheating - we would have been kicked out of the class for good, and been stuck in summer college. And even if he had caught her, at most she would have failed the exam, if that. The teachers love her. Then she would set her friends on us."
"But..." Barun began.
"You remember Prasad."
Barun could only nod glumly in agreement, recalling the beating he had suffered last year. Shanti had no shortage of friends on the football team. "So," he said finally, "You said we had her where we wanted her."
"Yes, I did," Girish agreed.
"How?"
By now, the two boys had reached Girish's car, a large, black Elentra. Girish unlocked the doors before answering. "If she's cheating now on a math test," he explained, "she must be in trouble with her schoowork. She's always gotten top marks in math."
"Yeah?" Barun was still confused. "So?"
"So," Girish continued patiently, "It's a pretty safe bet she'll cheat again. There's an English test coming up next week, and I don't think a little cheat-sheet will be of much use to her. You have to have read the material." He started up the car and began to pull out of the parking space.
Barun thought this over as Girish maneuvered the vehicle out of the college parking lot and onto the road.
"So," he asked finally, "What do we do about it?"
"I'll tell you when we get to Reshma's place," Girish answered, "We'll need her for what I have in mind."
Reshma was Girish's friend and sometime girlfriend.
Barun was never really sure about their relationship - he knew that they went out and that they occasionally had sex, but he also knew that Reshma did the same with at least a couple of other guys.
Girish, however, didn't seem to mind, so Barun had decided to take things at face value. He had even made something of a pass at Reshma at a college party last summer, but had been rebuffed.
He was philosophical about it; Reshma wasn't really his type anyway. The girl in question appeared in the doorway, answering their knock.
A year younger than the two boys, Reshma was short and heavy, with large breasts and curly, brown hair.
Any suggestion of cuteness, however, was quickly dispelled by her hard face and small, piggy (Barun thought) eyes. If there was any beauty there, it was definitely in the eye of the beholder.
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